Wen Moxue was so angry he nearly threw his phone.
He stubbornly switched WeChat back to his main account.
On the main account, Shuyan asked how his flirting had gone. Had the older man been moved by his script?
Wen Shuizhu Xue: Not flirting anymore.
Shuyan: Huh? What happened?
Wen Moxue showed him the screenshot.
Shuyan: I laughed so hard my boyfriend thought there was an earthquake (pounds table, laughing hysterically)
Shuyan: Giving up is wise. A man who only cares about his stomach does not deserve love!
Wen Moxue agreed.
He really was hopeless. Why bother being a simp? Purely asking for trouble.
As for Fu Jiahang, Wen Moxue felt he had already made the rejection clear.
However, on Monday, he went to class with Shuyan and saw Fu Jiahang waiting at the classroom door.
“Ah Xue,” Fu Jiahang said, looking both happy and aggrieved, like a stray dog that had been abandoned. “Can we talk?”
Because Fu Jiahang had been openly pursuing Wen Moxue, and Wen Moxue no longer coldly refused like before, the classmates knew there was something between them. They looked at the pair with flirtatious eyes.
Wen Moxue checked the time. Five minutes before class. He asked Shuyan to take his backpack inside and walked over.
“Say what you need to.”
“I… class is about to start. I have a lot to say. Can we eat together at noon?”
“If it is about trying to win me back, there is no need.”
Wen Moxue’s tone was indifferent. “I am not joking or sulking. We are not compatible. No matter what you say, I will not change my mind.”
“But why? Last Friday, when we parted, I could feel you liked me.”
“I don’t. End of story. Now go to class. I’ve been clear. Lingering is pointless.”
He said this and turned to enter the classroom, leaving Fu Jiahang standing there, stunned.
It was not until the class bell rang that Fu Jiahang left in disappointment.
During the break, Wen Moxue took out his phone and saw Fu Jiahang had sent another message, keeping the chat at the top.
Annoyed, he tapped it to silence the conversation, but saw that Fu Jiahang had guessed the truth.
Fu Jiahang: I know!
Fu Jiahang: I forgot my phone Friday. Did you happen to see the message my dad sent me?
Since he had guessed it, Wen Moxue simply replied yes, saving him from further trouble.
Compared to his father’s indifference, Fu Jiahang replied almost immediately.
Fu Jiahang: That day my cousin got engaged. My dad had drunk too much and said nonsense. He does not speak like that when sober.
Fu Jiahang: I also pushed back, see.
He sent an image of the chat where he argued with his father.
Wen Moxue glanced at it. What he argued about was not important. What mattered was his father had also sent many voice messages, but the screenshots did not show them.
Wen Shuizhu Xue: Can you turn what your dad said into text for me?
Fu Jiahang: "...."
Fu Jiahang: My dad really drank too much that day. It was all nonsense. Nothing worth seeing.
Wen Shuizhu Xue: Yes, I just want to see.
Fu Jiahang was silent.
Wen Shuizhu Xue: Editing the images?
Fu Jiahang: Of course not. How could I trick you with edited pictures?
Fu Jiahang: If you want, I can send them now.
He sent two images.
After his father called him a “scammer,” Fu Jiahang argued back.
Fu Jiahang: Dad, that is too much. I live with Senior every day. How could you say he is not decent?
Fu Jiahang: I buy him expensive gifts and he doesn’t want them. How is that being a scammer?
Dad: Trying to catch someone like a rich second generation. Look how easily you were fooled.
Dad: I’ve seen too many pretending to be innocent on the surface, secretly targeting multiple men.
Dad: You think you have him, but the truth is he already has options. In the end, you are left with nothing. Only then will you realize I speak the truth.
Fu Jiahang: Dad, saying that makes me angry.
Dad: Get angry then. I even showed your uncle his photo. He said he doesn’t look like a decent person.
Wen Moxue did not care what else Fu Jiahang said to his dad.
He had already let go, but reading these insults reignited his anger.
His hand on the phone turned white. He silently repeated, “Do not argue with a drunk, do not argue with a drunk, do not…”
Damn, he could not help it!
Such drunken words were clearly the older man’s true feelings!
And showing his photo to relatives, shameless!
Wen Moxue, who had already given up, suddenly felt a surge of determination.
“Ah Xue, my boyfriend wants to introduce you to a handsome elite. Interested?” Shuyan nudged him. “Look at this photo. Nice abs too.”
Wen Moxue said darkly: “No. I’m going after Fu Cheng. This is not over.”
“Ah?” Shuyan turned, surprised. “I thought you gave up. What happened?”
Wen Moxue showed him the screenshot from Fu Jiahang.
Seeing it, Shuyan held his forehead.
He knew Wen Moxue cared about others’ opinions and was sensitive to slander, especially about his character.
Fu Jiahang’s dad had fully hit his trigger.
Fine. This shameless deserves this disaster.
On WeChat, Fu Jiahang continued sending messages explaining.
Wen Shuizhu Xue: Want to be with me?
Fu Jiahang: Yes, yes!
Wen Shuizhu Xue: Fine. You can choose between me and your dad.
Fu Jiahang: QAQ
Fu Jiahang: Ah Xue, don’t be like this. My dad really was drunk. He knows he was extreme when sober. He meant no harm.
Wen Moxue scoffed.
Switching back to the small account, his chat with Fu Cheng was still at the “go to the factory to assemble screws” message.
He decided to continue selling misfortune.
As a literature student who almost got a perfect score on his college entrance essay, Wen Moxue was skilled at storytelling.
A Xiao Li: Yesterday I went to the screw factory, but I’m a student. They don’t hire part-time TT
A Xiao Li: I found another part-time job, but they said I’m too delicate to handle it (crying)
A Xiao Li: Finally, I worked at a restaurant serving trays. After one day, I was exhausted. An old man tried to grope me, but I slapped him. He complained. I had to apologize and didn’t get paid.
A Xiao Li: The world is so cruel, brother.
A Xiao Li: [Cat crying.GIF]
Fu Cheng either did not see it or ignored it, and there was no reply until the morning classes ended.
“Ah Xue, let’s go to the third canteen for spicy hot pot. Haven’t had it in a while,” Shuyan suggested as they left class.
A classmate overheard: “You guys going? I’ll join too.”
Wen Moxue thought for a moment. “Go ahead. I’m a bit tired and want to nap.”
The hot pot was delicious, but far away. Going would eat up lunch break time.
Wen Moxue had another reason. After Shuyan and the classmate left, he limped to the campus supermarket and bought instant noodles back to the apartment.
The older man had ignored him all morning.
Wen Moxue boiled the noodles, took a photo, and sent it to Fu Cheng.
A Xiao Li: Lunch is just this.
A Xiao Li: Using yesterday’s boiled water, not hot. Soaked forever, still hard (crying)
A Xiao Li: I feel so clumsy. Away from home, I can’t even eat properly.
Selling misfortune, he was invincible.
As expected, in five minutes, the phone rang.
Fu Cheng sent a location.
Wen Moxue opened it. A tea room named “Zhuolian.”
Fu: They hire student part-time workers. Go.
Wen Moxue: "………"
No, big brother, I wanted your sympathy, not a job recommendation!
He grabbed a nearby pillow, pounded it twice as if it were Fu Cheng, and felt a little better.
He considered the tea room.
Zhuolian was more like an upscale club than a simple tea room, elegant and quiet, expensive, in a prime CBD location, likely frequented by elite executives.
Wen Moxue had an idea.
Could Fu Cheng’s company be nearby? He might know about part-time openings because he often came here.
His mind opened up.
A Xiao Li: Do the customers wash their hands?
A Xiao Li: I don’t want unpaid labor
A Xiao Li: [Cat pouting]
Fu: It’s a legitimate place. If customers are unclean, complaints are possible.
This was the longest, most thoughtful message Fu Cheng had sent.
A Xiao Li: Really? How do you know? You go often?
A Xiao Li: I’m not doubting you, just worried about safety.
A Xiao Li: I’ve been harassed before because I’m pretty QAQ
Identity was self-given.
Even if toes had to dig out a few mansions, the main point was shamelessly showing this blind older man his beauty.
Fu: I’ve been there. Safe.
Fu Cheng’s tone was definite.
Such upscale places could be dangerous despite appearances. Rich people think money can fix anything and act recklessly.
If Fu Cheng guaranteed safety, either he frequented the place or owned it.
Online flirting would get him nowhere. Real-life interaction was needed.
Men were pragmatic.
A Xiao Li: Thanks, brother. I’ll try it when I’m free in a few days.
Just a dress, Wen Moxue ordered a small skirt online that night.