Wen Moxue nearly jumped out of his skin, panic overtaking him. He pressed down on the hem of his dress and looked at Fu Cheng pleadingly. "Brother, I was wrong. You are not forceful at all… you are the pioneer of reform and opening up."
Fu Cheng chuckled softly.
"And?"
Wen Moxue’s eyes darted nervously. And… what else could he say? His mind went blank.
Fu Cheng’s hand rested on his thigh, gentle yet burning, sending heat coursing through his body. Wen Moxue felt himself melting. His hands went limp, his mind refused to obey, and he leaned closer, planting a soft, flattering kiss on Fu Cheng’s mouth. "Brother, you are the best in the world."
"Wrong," Fu Cheng said with a neutral expression. "Today I am the villain."
Wen Moxue tried to resist, but he was no match for Fu Cheng. His body went soft and weak, his vision clouded, like a tiny kitten discarded and defenseless, stripped of all protection.
The private room offered them complete seclusion, though every shuffle of shoes outside the screen made his heart leap.
Even worse, Fu Cheng was relentless. He was testing boundaries.
Desperation made Wen Moxue hiss: "Do not come to the front… only the back!"
"......."
Fu Cheng had only intended to tease, to scare him with a touch of his thigh. But Wen Moxue had lowered the line so drastically.
"You really are…"
Fu Cheng muttered, half exasperated, lifting Wen Moxue’s chin and kissing him deeply again. His hand followed, exploring as Wen Moxue had “allowed.”
The room seemed to heat up instantly.
Though winter raged outside, the north wind howled, Wen Moxue felt as though he were inside a steam chamber. Flames danced over his body, making his head spin.
And then… he was given even more.
His face flushed crimson. Seizing a brief moment of inattention, he leaned back and slipped from the chair and table like a slick eel, sprinting away.
"Enough! Today’s quota has been met. If you come again, my lips will swell!"
Fu Cheng said nothing, his gaze unwavering.
Under that predatory look, Wen Moxue’s eyes glimmered with mischief. He would tease without giving in. He nudged the cold tea across the table toward Fu Cheng, still ready to run.
"Drink some tea… calm yourself," he said.
Fu Cheng smiled at his posture. "Now you are scared?"
Wen Moxue looked away. "Who told you to did that?"
"If I see you in that dress again, I will deal with you here," Fu Cheng said coldly. His eyes fell on the high slit of the qipao. No one else should see her like that. Not in a tea room filled with men of questionable intent.
Wen Moxue did not dare challenge him. "Oh…"
—
Back at his residence, Wen Moxue divided the snacks Fu Cheng had brought from abroad and gave them to Shuyan. He did not dare deliver them himself, afraid of running into Fu Cheng’s professor friends. Shuyan came down to pick them up.
Shuyan waddled forward in a little bear onesie, stepping delicately as though performing on stage. Wen Moxue twitched at the sight.
"Why are you walking like that?"
Shuyan smiled shyly. "I just came from my boyfriend… you know he put it inside me… so I have to walk carefully, or he will punish me."
"....."
Wen Moxue handed him the bag. Shuyan gasped. "Wow, so many! Aren’t you going to eat any?"
"I still have mine… he gave so much, I cannot finish it."
"Want to share with Others?"
"No!" Wen Moxue quickly stopped him. "Fu Cheng probably gave Fu Jiahang some too. If they compare and see our snacks are identical, it will be obvious."
Shuyan nodded. "Makes sense." He winked. "So… any signs of beastly behavior today?"
"....."
Wen Moxue shot him a suspicious glance. "You have time to ask?"
"Yes, but if you speak quickly, I can endure."
Wen Moxue glanced down the hallway, then quietly recounted the events in the tea room.
"Wow… that intense? Looks like the old man might not hold back. Are you going to stop now?"
Leaning against the wall, Wen Moxue looked out at the night scene. "Mm."
Shuyan handed him a cookie. Wen Moxue did not want it, so Shuyan chewed on it himself, blinking at him.
"Don’t tell me… you are reluctant to let him go?"
Wen Moxue instinctively denied it. "Impossible… that stupid straight guy."
Shuyan raised an eyebrow.
"Fine," Wen Moxue admitted, "I just feel… he’s good to me. And I am deceiving him, both his heart and his money. Seems a little excessive."
When Fu Cheng handed him the bank card, Wen Moxue had been genuinely shocked. He did not even know Fu Cheng’s details, yet Fu Cheng trusted him completely.
At the Wen household, everything had been strictly managed by Mrs. Wen. Wen Moxue had no access to the study or company affairs, and even holiday red envelopes differed from other relatives. Since his grandfather’s passing, all his living expenses were controlled by Mrs. Wen.
From a young age, Wen Moxue was used to modest allowances, enough to live on but never extravagant. He never considered himself a young master.
Now, being adored so openly by Fu Cheng, Wen Moxue felt like a scheming thief betraying trust, struggling to overcome that barrier.
Shuyan munched thoughtfully. "So… are you going to confess?"
Confession was impossible. Fu Cheng would never forgive if he knew the truth.
"I plan to return everything when I leave him… let him learn a lesson. No more giving heart, money, and soul to anyone blindly."
Shuyan began to speak but was distracted by a figure outside the window.
"Is that… Fu Jiahang?"
From their vantage, the north gate of the campus was visible. A figure resembling Fu Jiahang ran out, stopping at a car.
Soon, a tall, imposing man emerged from the vehicle. Even at a distance, his noble aura and commanding presence were unmistakable.
Fu Jiahang, barely over 1.8 meters, looked small next to him.
"Is that man Fu Cheng?" Shuyan asked.
Wen Moxue pursed his lips. "Yes."
"Has he ever mentioned having such a big son?"
"No," Wen Moxue thought, then added, "He probably assumed my mother introduced me, and think that by defaulted that I should knew."
"Not necessarily… why don’t you send him a message on WeChat, see if he replies."
Wen Moxue obediently pulled out his phone, switched to his secondary account, and messaged Fu Cheng:
A Xiao Li: Just parted from Brother… already missing you.
A Xiao Li: Brother, what are you doing? Are you home?
Fu Cheng, talking with Fu Jiahang, noticed the notification. He glanced at the phone but did not reply immediately, continuing the conversation briefly.
His bodyguard handed Fu Jiahang a bag of items, then Fu Cheng patted Fu Jiahang’s shoulder before getting into the car and leaving.
As soon as the car disappeared from view, a message arrived.
Fu: Just delivered something to a junior, on my way home.
"Junior… tsk tsk… the old man is not honest!" Shuyan teased.
Wen Moxue pressed his lips, fingers clutching the phone white-knuckled.
A Xiao Li: Which junior is so big, that Brother had to deliver personally?
Fu: A relative’s child.
A relative’s child… the words stung.
Sure enough, this honest, dutiful man was cunning. He had shown exactly what Wen Moxue wanted to see while privately… well, things had already happened.
"Are you okay, A Xiao Li?" Shuyan asked, noticing the storm brewing in his expression.
"Yes… perfectly fine," Wen Moxue said coldly, guilt evaporating. "I will take both his money and possessions."
—
Wen Moxue stepped out after changing his clothes and saw Lin Ling descending from the upper floor.
Lin Ling’s face carried an unmistakable gloating smile. "Get ready. Mr. Qi specifically requested your service. He is one of our platinum VIPs, so you must serve him well."
She deliberately emphasized the words serve him well to make Wen Moxue uncomfortable.
Before Wen Moxue could even react, the store manager hurried over.
"Qianqian, Assistant Gao wants dim sum and tea delivered. Go with him and help brew the tea."
Wen Moxue blinked in surprise. "We even offer delivery?"
A tea master sent out to brew tea on delivery? He had never heard of such a thing.
The manager smiled knowingly. "As long as the client pays enough, there is nothing we cannot do. You would not understand the importance of Assistant Gao. He is Mr. Fu Cheng's right-hand man."
Ah, so that explained it. Fu Cheng’s influence extended even here.
It was Friday, and Fu Cheng was busy at work, so he could not come himself. Yet through Assistant Gao, Wen Moxue was still being sent. Clever. Truly clever.
Compared with Fu Cheng, Wen Moxue felt almost like a blank slate.
Lin Ling, who had been waiting for an opportunity to torment Wen Qianqian, could hardly believe what she was hearing.
"But store manager, Mr. Qi specifically requested her service. Changing plans now could be awkward. Why not let her serve Mr. Qi first?"
The manager clearly saw through her intentions. The manager smiled faintly. "Do you think I would risk offending anyone? Who do you think I would choose?"
Lin Ling was rendered speechless.
Wen Moxue, who smiled faintly. "Sorry, looks like I will not serve Mr. Qi."
Ignoring Lin Ling’s sour expression, he turned and walked away.
—
The Fu Chang Group’s CBD towered above them, a skyscraper of luxury.
After entering the lobby and giving the receptionist Assistant Gao’s name, the receptionist guided them to the elevator and pressed the button for the 55th floor.
The elevator glided smoothly up. At the door, Assistant Gao was waiting. He greeted Wen Qianqian politely. "Ms. Wen, I apologize for making you come all the way here yourself."
"No trouble at all. I do not mind," Wen Moxue replied, his heart fluttering.
Assistant Gao instructed the delivery staff to wait in the reception while he personally led Wen Moxue to Fu Cheng’s office.
Along the way, some employees of the CEO’s office could not help but stare at Wen Moxue. Their eyes were filled with curiosity.
Being personally received by Assistant Gao, the top assistant to the CEO, made her clearly someone special.
The office they approached seemed to belong to the CEO himself.
Everyone was shocked. A young, pretty girly... could it really be…?
Faces exchanged glances.
Impossible, surely.
Gossip flared instantly, though who in this skyscraper would dare pry into the CEO’s affairs? They could only watch Wen Moxue disappear from view with Assistant Gao.
Wen Moxue remained composed, showing no curiosity.
Soon, they arrived at a grand office. The door was open, and several executives in suits were inside, seemingly in a meeting with Fu Cheng.
Fu Cheng noticed movement at the door, glanced over, and whispered something. The executives stood, collected their belongings, and filed out.
Wen Moxue stepped aside to let them pass.
"Hey, Xiao Gao, who is this?" the leading executive asked, noticing Wen Moxue.
Assistant Gao replied, "A friend of Mr. Fu."
"A friend?" The executives paused, all eyes on Wen Moxue. The first executive raised an eyebrow. "Girlfriend?"
Assistant Gao smiled faintly. "Not sure. Mr. Song, you can ask Mr. Fu directly."
Better not. Their own lives were at stake.
Fu Cheng’s office culture demanded seriousness, apparently.
Assistant Gao gestured politely. "Please, Mr. Wen."
Wen Moxue hesitated briefly, then stepped in. The assistant closed the office door behind him.
Fu Cheng sat at his desk in a sharp suit. Seeing her, he lifted his chin. "Sit for a moment. I will finish this urgent email."
Wen Moxue sat before his luxurious desk, awestruck. The office could rival a palace, spacious, grand, and imposing. Behind Fu Cheng, a tall bookshelf filled with countless books elevated the space’s sophistication.
The view was breathtaking: floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city from the 55th floor, expansive and limitless. No wonder Fu Cheng seemed so devoted to work, he would love such an office.
Wen Moxue, like a little puppy, felt unsure where to place his hands or feet in such grandeur.
Fu Cheng quickly finished his email. "Would you like something to drink?"
"No, thank you. Your office is very impressive," he said.
Wen Moxue had known Fu Cheng was wealthy, but he had not realized the extent.
Fu Cheng stood. "Want a tour?"
A tour?
The office was large, but hardly enormous. Still, he would not refuse him.
"Okay."
He took his hand naturally. Wen Moxue placed his in Fu Cheng's, and he gently pulled him up from the chair.
He assumed he would show him every corner of the office, but he led him to a wall and pressed on it gently. A hidden door appeared.
Behind it was a spacious living room, fully furnished. "This is my private area. I use it to dine and receive close friends," Fu Cheng explained.
"Quite the collection," Wen Moxue said, eyes on the wall-sized wine cabinet.
Though he did not recognize the wines, their value was obvious.
"Would you like a glass? Some of these are quite aged."
He remembered his previous plan to get him drunk to extort money. But this was his territory, and who could know the intentions of a man like him?
"No, work first. Drinking is not appropriate," he said.
Fu Cheng then led him to another door. Inside was a gym, fully equipped.
"I enjoy exercising. Usually, I work out an hour after work," he said.
"No wonder your body is so good," Wen Moxue thought, recalling that half-naked photo, cheeks heating.
He flexed his chest.
"Any favorite sport?" Fu Cheng asked.
Wen Moxue hated sports. He shook his head and turned to another door.
Inside was a bedroom, clearly Fu Cheng’s resting space.
Embarrassed, he reached to close it, but Fu Cheng suddenly swept him into his arms.
"Brother?" Wen Moxue panicked, struggling, but against Fu Cheng’s athletic frame, he was like a small bird.
Moments later, he laid him on the soft bed.
He pushed against him with both hands. "It is daylight. This is wrong!"
Fu Cheng laughed. He merely wished to hug and kiss her, yet she always misread his intentions.
"What if I insist?" he asked.
His shivers betrayed him. "You must restrain yourself!"
He teased her, hands on her waist: "But I really want to. What can I do?"
"......" Jerk! Pervert!
Wen Moxue tried to escape, but he could not. His body felt the difference in strength, and he realized he was exploring along his waistline. Panicked, he muttered something.
Fu Cheng ignored her. "I already touched you last time."
He watched her carefully, seeing what limits she would allow.
Previously, he wondered how his friends's could be teased so easily. Now he understood.
Wen Moxue protested. "Last time, there were underwear in between!"
Fu Cheng: "Hmm?"
He flushed, avoiding his gaze. "This time… there is none"
"......"
Ten minutes later, he lay on the bed like a stranded fish, panting, tearful, and wide-eyed.
Fu Cheng tidied her qipao.
"You bastard!" he murmured weakly.
He still felt the warmth from his palms on his skin, fists pounding his chest in mock rage.
"I let you touch, not knead. You think I am a dough?"
Fu Cheng grunted. "Too soft. I could not resist."
"........" Ah, the audacity of this man
Fu Cheng was not lustful, yet found himself slightly carried away. He bit his earlobe, voice husky. "I really want to do it here."
He shivered, instinctively trying to escape, but he held him.
"Come to my place tonight?" he invited.
"No! I do not support premarital sex!" he replied with a prepared excuse.
Fu Cheng rubbed his head. "So strict, yet fearless with photos?"
"That is different," he said.
"How?"
"Photos do not hurt. Yours… I need preparation."
"….."
Every man would love that line. Fu Cheng chuckled hoarsely. "Fine. I will wait."
Both were slightly unsteady. He calmed his body. "I will be very busy at the end of the year. Tomorrow and the day after, while I am free, shall we go out for two days?"
"Where?" he asked lazily.
"A hot springs resort. It is quite good," he said.
Wen Moxue did not dare go. Exposure risk.
He also did not want the hot springs to become… intimate.
"Never mind. I will work Saturday. Before leaving, I will earn some money, or else I will become Poor Wen."
Fu Cheng smiled, unlocked his phone, and transferred 200,000 yuan to him. "Good girl. Take a day off," he said, kissing her head.
"Money from you is not the same. I like earning it myself."
Fu Cheng: "…"
—
Days later, Wen Moxue’s final day at the teahouse arrived. The manager could not bear to let go of this golden goose. Since his arrival, business had skyrocketed.
Wen Moxue went for a farewell meal with Chen Jiajia and a few friends at a barbecue restaurant, bustling even in mid-December.
Chen Jiajia ordered ice-cold beer. Wen Moxue’s stomach was empty, and the icy drink shocked his palate.
One friend laughed. "Never had cold beer this winter?"
"Um," he nodded. "Feels like it chills me to the core."
"Wait until the barbecue comes. Just one word: perfect!"
The skewers were cooked over dripping pork fat, giving a crispy outside, juicy inside. Perfect with ice beer.
"See? Told you."
"Yup. So good."
—
Half an hour later, Fu Cheng, finished with work, traced his location to the restaurant.
Seeing him, his eyes lit up.
"Brother!"
"Done eating?"
"Almost…" Everyone else had passed out.
"Let's go," he said, grabbing his coat. "Can you walk?"
"Of course. I could handle more drinks!"
Fu Cheng smiled. "Good. Your tolerance is the best."
Wen Moxue was worried for the others, but he assured him the bodyguards would handle them.
Returning to campus, the night was near freezing.
"Want me to drive you in?" he asked.
"No, walk with me. Let the wind sober me up."
He took her hand, slipped it into his coat pocket. Even the cold night felt warm with him.
At the school gate, wind strong, he kissed her forehead. "Go in quickly."
Wen Moxue paused. "Why not kiss my lips? Do you mind my alcohol breath?"
"No, I am afraid you will catch a cold."
"I am not afraid," he said, climbing into his arms and tilting his face.
He had no reason to resist. They kissed deeply. He reciprocated, wrapping his arms around his neck, even sliding his tongue into his mouth.
Breathless, he held onto him. "Brother, give me a hickey."
He lifted his scarf, revealing his low-cut sweater, long neck, and delicate collarbones.
Pointing to his chest, Wen Moxue whispered, "Here."
Fu Cheng was silent.
Always finding new ways to tease him, yet he never resisted.
At the empty bus stop, he carried her, planting kisses from lips down to her chest.
He panted, muffled moans escaping as he readjusted her clothes, patted her bottom, and finally said hoarsely, "Alright, let's go."
He stood, cupped his face, kissed him, and waved. "Bye, brother. Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
Watching Wen Moxue disappear into the campus, he thought it was just another routine night.
The next day, he received a WeChat message from A Xiao Li:
A handsome guy from our school has been chasing me, my previous crush. Comparing you two, I realize I still prefer my first love. So we are breaking up.
Fu Cheng: "?"