The maintenance of the racetrack was expensive, yet by autumn, the grass and water plants were still lush, making one feel relaxed and refreshed.
Ji Weiyang was running and suddenly realized his brother was missing. He stopped his horse and found him playing on his phone.
He dismounted and, out of curiosity, glanced over, only to see Fu Cheng searching on his browser: How to coax a girl.
Ji Weiyang: "???"
"!!!"
Could it be that all the recent herbal medicine made him hallucinate?
Ji Weiyang rubbed his eyes. After confirming he hadn’t seen wrong, a surge of burning anger ignited within him. He released the reins for the horse to graze and asked, "Who is so important that you need to coax her? It can’t be Aunt Jiang, right?"
Fu Cheng did not hide it: "The one who sent the photos last time."
"Damn, I knew you two had something going on. Otherwise, why wouldn’t you give me the WeChat? Incredible, the old tree finally blossomed!"
"Stop talking nonsense. Do you have a way?"
Ji Weiyang cleared his throat lightly: "Does a method for comforting a man work?"
"........" Fu Cheng reopened the browser silently.
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Wen Moxue had left Fu Cheng waiting all morning. When he finally reopened the chat window, his eyes widened sharply.
Fu Cheng’s way of apologizing was to send two selfies in front of a full-length mirror.
One showed him in a complete equestrian outfit: a crisp white shirt with a black vest, white tight riding pants, and tall boots, accentuating his upright and elegant posture.
But the key was the second one.
He had taken off his top. Without the cover of elegant clothing, his strong, wild physique was fully visible.
Toned muscles, a chest and eight-pack abs that dazzled the eyes, a lean but powerful waist, and at 1.9 meters tall, an overwhelming presence, radiating intense masculine energy, overflowing with boyfriend vibes.
The tight riding pants highlighted his strong, long legs, straight and elegant, with the metal buckle on the black belt reflecting bright light.
A dormant giant dragon revealed its formidable and proud curve.
Wen Moxue closed the screen abruptly, feeling his face flush as his heart pounded rapidly.
"Photoshopped, absolutely Photoshopped!"
But moments later, Wen Moxue couldn’t resist opening his phone to peek again.
Damn, a clearly gay Wen Moxue had no resistance to a handsome Daddy with both looks and body, leaving him dizzy.
Previously, when Shuyan hadn’t started dating, he often sent Wen Moxue photos of male idols online, and Wen Moxue had seen many. Yet he had never encountered anyone like Fu Cheng, with both body and face perfection, an imposing presence that made his legs weak.
Every part of his body was vigorous and full of life, yet his face was cold, creating a striking contrast that made him even more seductive. Wen Moxue’s fingertips trembled slightly.
After admiring enough, he exhaled, regretting such a good body was on such a despicable man.
Still, to make a supposedly proper old man send half-naked selfies, he must be truly smitten.
"Haha."
Everything in moderation. Now that the old man had just sent two pics, using this method was too easy and might cause him to recoil, so he did not continue ignoring him.
A Xiao Li: Ah ah ah, screaming!
A Xiao Li: Almost fainted from brother's handsomeness. I was about to give up, and do a 360-degree somersault revival.
A Xiao Li: Love you brother ❤️
Fu Cheng sent a head-patting emoji.
A Xiao Li: Brother, did you go horseback riding? QAQ You haven’t been to the tea room for a long time.
Fu: When are you going back to work?
A Xiao Li: Next week. Brother, will you come? (flirty eyes)
He could earn a lot from letting him spend in the tea room.
Fu: Fine.
Wen Moxue clenched his fist and silently cheered.
Opening the shell of the old man made him easy to deal with.
_
He hadn’t been to the tea room for a while. When he fled last time, he worried Wen Heng, that fool, might suspect something, like leaving a spy in the tea room.
In reality, he overestimated the other’s intelligence. Wen Heng probably never guessed he would work part-time in drag. Although dissatisfied, he did not suspect anything.
Lin Ling, who held a grudge after he stole her black-gold client, came to secretly observe him, but Wen Moxue relaxed.
The tea room had new working qipaos. Since the weather was colder, they switched to thicker materials: one long-sleeved set, one short-sleeved with a shawl.
Wen Moxue wore the shawl version.
Since he had not been there for a while, customers thought he had left, so his return drew many people. Fu Cheng would come only after finishing work in the evening. Wen Moxue had reserved time for him.
Unfortunately, plans changed. One guest refused to leave, so when Fu Cheng arrived, Wen Moxue was still busy.
Fu Cheng was a VIP of VIPs. Naturally, the tea room staff dared not be careless. The supervisor originally prioritized Wen Moxue to serve him. Since Wen Moxue was busy, they had to choose a male straight tea master as usual.
While arranging this, Lin Ling, whose black-gold client had chosen Wen Moxue, angrily stomped over to the supervisor: "Let me do it."
The supervisor frowned: "No, we can’t risk angering Mr. Fu."
"I’m not doing anything wrong. Why would it anger him? And why can’t I go? Besides face, I’m not worse than Wen Qianqian. He doesn’t care about looks."
"She knows Mr. Fu."
"Know?" Lin Ling sneered. "I heard from Xiao Zhu that last time when she went to serve snacks, she overheard Mr. Fu want to chase Wen Qianqian out. She shamelessly cried to stay. Before, she would have been kicked out, but this time she dared to stay."
Xiao Zhu, in charge of serving, was asked by the supervisor. Only then did the supervisor know.
She hesitated, grabbed the supervisor’s arm: "Sis, we’ve known each other so long, just this once."
The supervisor thought: Wen Qianqian is a student at a prestigious university. She won’t work long here anyway. Lin Ling is the real ace here. If she can maintain a good relationship with Mr. Fu, that is best.
"Fine, handle it carefully, don’t make Mr.Fu angry."
Lin Ling was delighted: "Okay."
Fu Cheng came alone today, even without an assistant.
Lin Ling adjusted her expression behind the screen, put on a perfectly appropriate smile, twisted her waist, and entered the private room.
She knew Fu Cheng liked quiet, so she dared not make extra moves or speak. She asked politely: "Mr. Fu, hello, should I brew the tea now or later?"
Fu Cheng, still looking at his phone, did not raise his head: "No, have Wen Qianqian come instead."
Lin Ling’s smile faltered. She gently said, "She is serving another guest and cannot come for a while"
Fu Cheng paused his fingers, his expression indifferent "It does not matter. I will wait"
Lin Ling’s smile almost froze.
She did not give up. Thinking of what Xiao Zhu said about Wen Qianqian’s shameless method, she clenched her teeth, eyes reddening.
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Wen Moxue finally finished his previous order. As he came out, Chen Jiajia pulled him aside: "Mr. Fu is here."
As expected, Wen Moxue was about to go when Chen Jiajia whispered: "Lin Ling requested to serve Mr. Fu, and the supervisor agreed. She learned from Xiao Zhu about the method you used last time and surely wanted to imitate it to grab the client. What a nasty trick."
Wen Moxue’s face flushed, recalling how he had shamelessly cried last time.
He knew the tea masters competed intensely for commissions. He never planned to stay long, so he didn’t care if someone tried to steal his client.
Fu Cheng was a target of every female tea master. Lin Ling was beautiful and skilled. Could the old man truly soften by imitating his cries?
If he played both sides, there was nothing he could do, only punch the air.
Just as he imagined Fu Cheng, the supervisor rushed over: "Prepare quickly, Mr. Fu is waiting."
Clearly, Lin Ling failed.
Chen Jiajia laughed and patted his shoulder: "Go quickly."
Wen Moxue took the elevator to the third floor and just ran into Lin Ling coming down.
Her face was pale and embarrassed, clearly forced to leave by the old man.
Wen Moxue, knowing how cold and ruthless he was, smiled slightly at her.
Recalling her previous insults, he retorted: "I am shameless, and you are super doubly shameless."
Seeing Lin Ling’s face turn green, he smirked and entered Fu Cheng’s room.
Today, his drag did not have pinned hair. He wore a long curly hairstyle with a princess knot, exuding purity and cuteness.
Fu Cheng’s gaze fell on the cream shawl draped over his shoulder. A shadow of emotion flickered in his eyes. He asked faintly: "Why are you smiling so happily?"
"Of course, because I see brother. I don’t know why, but when I see brother’s handsome face, my lips can’t help but curve up."
Fu Cheng slightly lifted the corner of his mouth, saying nothing.
Wen Moxue sat opposite him on the tea master chair. The dim sum he ordered had arrived, carefully placed on the table by the servers.
Recalling his shameless crying in front of this despicable man, Wen Moxue felt embarrassed.
He knew the tea room had competitive, scheming staff. He wasn’t worried about someone stealing his client.
Just as he reached for the teapot, he rubbed his shoulder, acting spoiled: "My hands are so sore. Brother, why don’t you brew the tea?"
The servers trembled, nearly dropping the delicate dim sum trays..
Having a guest brew tea was unheard of.
The guest was still Mr. Fu, the most important VIP. The staff dared not disobey.
Yet Fu Cheng said nothing, took the teapot, and filled it himself.
Wen Moxue watched, satisfied.