Fu Cheng was washing the tea set while casually saying, "It was my oversight before. This work here is too tiring for a student like you. I’ll give you a different work to do."
Wen Moxue rested his chin on his hand and looked at Fu Cheng, smiling. "What work?"
"I have a niece in her second year of high school. Her English is really bad, and I remember your English is quite good. You can tutor her. The pay is 1000 per class, six classes a week."
Wen Moxue opened his mouth slightly. His classmates earned only two or three hundred per tutoring session. Was this Fu Cheng giving him a backdoor opportunity, or was the tutoring fee simply different for wealthy families?
This money was earned so easily.
But the risk was huge. Who knew what kind of relationship the niece had with Fu Jiahang?
Wen Moxue firmly refused. "Thanks, brother, but no need. I really like my current part-time job."
Fu Cheng said, "Too tiring."
"Not at all. I just make tea for people and chat a bit. I sit most of the time, not tiring. Plus, I meet all kinds of big shots and learn things I didn’t know before. I’ve gained a lot of insight."
It was true, and such a place was excellent for networking. It was just a pity that once he returned to being a man, all those contacts would be useless.
Fu Cheng remained silent.
Wen Moxue keenly noticed a flash of displeasure in the old man's deep eyes and suddenly sensed something was off.
Fu Cheng let out a sly laugh. "Brother, are you jealous?"
Wen Moxue was almost certain Lin Ling had mentioned something about him chatting so happily with the last customer that he didn’t want to part.
Haha, unexpected, but this was actually helping him.
Fu Cheng’s expression was indifferent as he poured the brewed tea into a cup and handed it to Wen Moxue.
"Drink."
Wen Moxue pouted, picked up the cup, blew on the rising steam, and just as he took a sip, he heard Fu Cheng say lightly, "It is indeed quite sour."
Wen Moxue: "….."
The old man's single remark made Wen Moxue laugh so hard his eyes curved into crescents. After enduring so much bitterness, he finally tasted something sweet.
What could be more delightful?
Humph, making me work, and now the karma hits him, haha.
But the problem arose immediately. Wen Moxue's current persona was like a love-struck follower. To make Fu Cheng happy, he would probably need to quit without hesitation.
But he did not want to take another work. Of course, he didn’t mind Fu Cheng supporting him, but without the tea house as a middle ground, Fu Cheng would come to the campus to find him.
He was not a student of the neighboring technical university; it was too easy for his lies to be exposed.
He could not give up this work.
Also, changing work would just please him. Wen Moxue was not that kind-hearted; he wanted to make him jealous, make him sour!
His mind raced, and he scooted over to sit next to Fu Cheng on the left.
"But brother, I really like this work. I am aloof with others, but only with you do I smile like this. Please don’t be unhappy."
While saying this, he boldly reached out to tug Fu Cheng’s sleeve and gently shook it.
Fu Cheng did not insist on him changing work. Seeing his reluctance, he did not force it and tapped his forehead. "If you want to continue, continue. But no flirting."
Wen Moxue: "….."
Damn, which eye of yours sees me flirting!
"Okay, brother, long live brother!"
Fu Cheng stayed until Wen Moxue finished work and went back with him. He was a black-gold VIP. A pot of tea could easily cost over ten thousand. The store manager was delighted that he stayed so long and personally brought in a fruit plate.
After work, Wen Moxue changed his clothes, and Fu Cheng’s car was waiting outside. Now everyone in the tea house knew Fu Cheng had a special interest in Wen Moxue.
Lin Ling, already embarrassed being by Fu Cheng before, now felt like she had been slapped, burning painfully.
Chen Jiajia, who disliked Lin Ling’s self-righteousness, deliberately teased, "You thought money comes from playing the victim to gain Mr. Fu’s favor. Can you try too? Why did he wait for Wen Moxue today instead of you?"
Lin Ling almost wanted to rush over and tear her apart.
Wen Moxue changed clothes, said goodbye to the remaining staff, and walked lightly to the car. The driver opened the door, and he leaned in.
"Back to campus or to your friend’s place?" Fu Cheng asked.
Wen Moxue decided firmly. "Campus."
He was determined to succeed in winning this guy over. He would never let Fu Cheng know which small place he rented in.
The car took Wen Moxue to the same drop-off spot as last time. Fu Cheng then handed over a gift bag. "Congratulations on third place in the 3000-meter race. This is a gift."
Wow, another gift!
Wen Moxue was overjoyed. Fu Cheng was generous. The scarf he gave last time cost six figures, leaving him in awe for a long time. He wondered what this gift could be.
He opened the bag and peeked. "A bag?"
"Yes, see if you like it."
Wen Moxue took out a silver-white handbag. The bag was clearly made of genuine crocodile leather, its surface glimmering pearly under the streetlight. It looked expensive.
He, being a man, had no sense of bags and could not judge beauty.
There was no obvious brand logo, so he could not recognize it.
But since it was from Fu Cheng, it was probably something like LV or Chanel, maybe even Hermes. It had to be very expensive.
Wen Moxue’s eyes widened in exaggeration. He admired it for a moment and hugged the bag.
"I have wanted this bag for so long, and brother actually bought it for me. I am so happy!"
He blinked those deep, affectionate peach blossom eyes at Fu Cheng. "Brother is too good to me. I am so touched. No one has ever treated me like this."
The usually indifferent man reached out and ruffled his hair. "Many people will be good to you in the future."
Wen Moxue smiled, words flowing like cheap romance. "I don’t need many people. As long as brother is good to me, it is enough. My eyes are only for brother."
Fu Cheng’s gaze involuntarily fell on his red lips, moving open and closed.
The late autumn night was cold and quiet. Outside, only a few students were returning to school.
A beam of streetlight slanted through the car window, falling on his face. His eyes and upper face were in shadow, while the lower face was exposed, making his thin lips appear fuller and more tempting.
Suddenly, Fu Cheng lifted his hand, covering those star-like, affectionate peach blossom eyes. Wen Moxue blinked, long eyelashes brushing against the palm, confused. "Brot…"
The word stopped abruptly.
Because he felt something warm pressing against his mouth, burning as if it could scorch his lips.
It seemed like… a kiss.
Wen Moxue was struck like a thunderbolt.
The old man had been passive for so long, finally taking the initiative, and it nearly made Wen Moxue faint.
Wasn’t the normal romance process supposed to be chasing someone, confirming the relationship, then holding hands, hugging, and finally kissing?
Why did it suddenly fast-forward to kissing!
He was defiled. The scummy man had stolen his first kiss, and he…
Wen Moxue pushed Fu Cheng away abruptly.
"I… I I I," Wen Moxue stammered, then suddenly clutched his stomach. "I need to pee!"
Fu Cheng: "...."
Fu Cheng looked at his flushed face, like a small persimmon, and curled his lips. "Go back."
Wen Moxue felt relieved and quickly opened the door. Just as he was about to leave, Fu Cheng grabbed his wrist. He shuddered. Was it because he hadn’t kissed enough, or did he want to take him somewhere else, or…
"Don’t forget the bag," Fu Cheng reminded him.
Wen Moxue exhaled, picked up the bag, said, "I’m leaving," and ran off without looking back. Even from a distance, he could feel the man’s gaze following him.
Only when he was sure Fu Cheng did not follow did he turn toward his residential complex, taking out his phone to message Shuyan.
Wen Shuizhu Xue: Help help help help help.
Wen Shuizhu Xue: I am defiled! That old man kissed me!
Shuyan was probably playing on his phone and replied quickly.
Xiaoyan: "….."
Xiaoyan: "The progress is fast, not bad. A kiss is just a kiss, not raping you. Relax. Also, if you want to get money from him, you must be ready for kissing and hugging."
"…."
Wen Moxue had never thought about this before. Mainly because Fu Cheng seemed so proper and restrained. He was focused on capturing him, never expecting him to fast-forward to kissing.
A cold breeze blew, cooling the heat on his cheeks, and his racing heart gradually calmed.
Once calm, he realized he had overreacted.
Indeed, if he did not want to make a small sacrifice, how could he expect to get money from the old man!
And even stepping back a bit, Fu Cheng was handsome despite being ruthless. Thinking about the photo saved on his phone, the body, the size, a kiss or two was not a loss.
Once he accepted this, Wen Moxue completely relaxed.
Looking at the bag, he took a photo to send to Shuyan.
Wen Shuizhu Xue: "He gave me this, not sure of the brand, probably not cheap."
Xiaoyan: "!!!"
Xiaoyan: "Dude, this is the Himalaya Birkin 25! Hermes’ top-tier, resale price over two million!"
Wen Moxue: "…………"
Two, two million plus?!
Wen Moxue was shocked again by the prices in the wealthy world. He had prepared for the bag to cost maybe four or five hundred thousand, but who would have thought one bag could be so expensive?
Fu Cheng’s generosity was outrageous. A kiss and a gift worth over two million. He was indeed very proper.
Wen Moxue returned to his place in a daze and carefully put the bag away. Then he took out his phone.
He switched to his secondary account. Having fled so obviously earlier, he needed to cover it up.
A Xiao Li: [cat covering face]
A Xiao Li: "My first kiss was stolen by brother like that. But I was too shocked and shy, reacted poorly, brother must be disappointed."
After washing off makeup and taking a shower, Fu Cheng still had not replied.
Wen Moxue lay in the soft bed, biting his fingertips, frustrated, looking at the messages sent over half an hour ago.
Was he really angry?
Damn, he even had the face to be angry. Who kissed him without warning!
Wen Moxue grabbed the pillow and hit it three times, then kicked it aside, lying flat again, eyes on the bag.
Over two million…
A sudden kiss was nothing. He didn’t get locked in the car; at least he kept his dignity.
Thinking this way, Wen Moxue’s anger dissipated, and he picked up his phone again.
A Xiao Li: "Today I didn’t perform well. Next time I won’t. Next time we meet I will make brother’s legs go soft!"