Wen Moxue probably experienced all the pain of rejection in this lifetime from Fu Cheng alone.
A Xiao Li: It is okay, as long as brother comes. Even if brother complains about me, it is fine. At worst, I will eat instant noodles for two more days.
A Xiao Li: I already know how to cook instant noodles now. I will not eat them raw anymore.
A Xiao Li: When I am together with brother in the future, I will definitely make a bowl of instant noodles for brother. It is the first meal I learned to make.
Fu: "......"
A Xiao Li: So brother will come, right?
A Xiao Li: Brother, come here, please (pitiful)
A Xiao Li: [cat rolling.GIF]
A Xiao Li: [cat bowing.GIF]
A Xiao Li: [cat crying.GIF]
Fu Cheng’s eyes were irritated by her chaotic set of stickers.
A Xiao Li was probably the first person who dared to act so unreasonable in front of him and still had not been blocked.
Fu: We will talk later.
Fu: I am going into a meeting. Goodbye.
Wen Moxue pouted. That dog ran fast.
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In the blink of an eye, it was Friday.
They only had two morning classes on Friday, and they finished quickly. With the part time job on his mind, Wen Moxue packed up after class and headed back immediately.
“A Xue, Shuyan.” Just as he and Shuyan were walking toward the north gate, someone called out to them.
They turned around and saw Sun Hao.
Sun Hao jogged over and asked with a smile, “You guys do not have class this afternoon, right? Are you free?”
Shuyan blinked. “Tell me what it is first. Then I will decide if I am free.”
“Our school is playing a basketball game against the neighboring school. Want to watch it together and then hang out afterward?”
“A basketball game? Sure. I will bring my boyfriend.” Shuyan looked interested.
Wen Moxue had just been about to say he was busy, but something occurred to him. He looked at Sun Hao suspiciously. “Did Fu Jiahang send you?”
Fu Jiahang was excellent at basketball and had been recruited into the school team immediately after enrollment.
Sun Hao was a complete homebody who played games all day and had no interest in basketball games.
“Haha,” Sun Hao laughed awkwardly and scratched his head. “Watching the game, yes. The hangout afterward was my idea. I just feel like we have not met up in a long time.”
“We can hang out next time. I have something today. As for the basketball game... you do not need to set us up. Fu Jiahang and I already ended things. Impossible means impossible. Do not try to build bridges for him.”
Sun Hao had only come as a favor. Since Wen Moxue put it that way, he knew it could not be forced and did not try to persuade him.
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After returning to his place, Wen Moxue changed into women’s clothing and went to the tea room for work.
Whether Fu Cheng came or not, just thinking about the salary the manager offered made his steps light.
The custom tailored qipao had arrived, and Wen Moxue changed into it.
The qipao was the same tea green design as the others, but because it was tailored to his measurements, it fit perfectly. The curves of his figure were outlined beautifully.
He looked in the mirror and realized for the first time that his butt was this perky.
A thought flashed through his mind. He picked up his phone and took a photo that casually captured his lifted, shapely butt, with his face hidden by the phone, and sent it to Fu Cheng.
A Xiao Li: Brother, the tearoom uniform is so beautiful.
Fu Cheng had just finished a meeting. He took out his phone and happened to see the photo. His gaze was drawn for a second to that full, elegant curve that looked almost padded, then he turned off the screen with a blank expression.
“President Fu, this is the merger investment summary for Tonghai. Please review it.” The assistant followed him into the office with a folder, completely unaware of his boss’s unusual state.
“Got it,” Fu Cheng said, checking his watch. “Arrange the meeting for this merger at three.”
“Yes.”
The assistant left to make arrangements. Because Fu Cheng had not replied yet, his phone vibrated again with a new message.
Sitting down, he unlocked his phone.
A Xiao Li: I have started working. Brother, come over, okay?
Fu: I am also at work.
A Xiao Li: Come after work. My tea skills are very good. Brother, do you not want to try?
Fu: Do not chat during work. Focus on your job.
Wen Moxue: “......”
Such a capitalist attitude.
Angry, Wen Moxue put away his phone and stepped out of the changing room.
The floor supervisor had not been present during his interview, so this was her first time seeing him. When she saw Wen Moxue in a qipao, she was stunned.
That tall figure, that perky little butt. He looked like he was born to wear a qipao.
The most striking part was his face. With vintage makeup and long hair pinned up with a hairpin whose ornament swayed lightly, he looked like a beauty stepped out of a painting. Standing there, everything around him lost its color.
“Oh my gosh, you are too perfect for a qipao. I predict you will become our top favorite within a month.” The supervisor said excitedly.
Top favorite... Wen Moxue’s mouth twitched.
Could she not use words that sounded so suggestive?
The supervisor introduced him to the other tea artists. The arrival of such a stunning newcomer stirred complicated feelings among them. Everyone relied on looks for business. Wen Moxue instantly intensified their sense of crisis.
Only a round faced girl named Chen Jiajia welcomed him with genuine enthusiasm, even taking the initiative to show him around and teach him the job.
Wen Moxue learned a lot from her.
For example, the membership levels at Zhuolian were Silver, Gold, Platinum, Diamond, and Black Gold. Silver was for registered members. The other four required spending or recharging one hundred thousand, one million, five million, and ten million.
The manager had said he could refuse anyone except Diamond and Black Gold members. This meant that only customers who had spent or recharged more than five million could request him directly. Others depended on his mood.
These bosses would have to spend heavily just to have a beauty brew tea and chat with them.
Wen Moxue had originally thought a place like this charged a few thousand at most. But Chen Jiajia said that the top grade tea here cost more than ten thousand per pot, and spending tens of thousands while entertaining important clients was normal.
To this, Wen Moxue could only say 2 word: Ha!
He thought of something and quietly asked, “Among our VIPs, is there someone named Fu Cheng?”
“Oh, Mr. Fu? He is our member.”
Black Gold meant spending or recharging over ten million.
To spend ten million at a place like this... that dog of a man really was rich. He must have earned plenty from older rich women when he was young.
Old scumbag.
“Does he come often?”
“Hmm, it depends. Sometimes often, sometimes not for a long time. No pattern.”
No problem. As long as he comes.
Seeing the spark in his eyes, Chen Jiajia laughed. “But we should not expect to serve him. These days, whenever Mr. Fu comes, the supervisor assigns a male tea artist.”
The words hit Wen Moxue like a bucket of ice water.
No way. Did Fu Cheng actually like men?
But he has a son. A beard marriage? A lie? Surrogacy?
That made no sense. If he liked men, why would his mother still introduce women to him? At his age, with his son grown, he would not need to hide it.
Unwilling to believe it, Wen Moxue asked, “He prefers male tea artists to serve him?”
“Not exactly. Mainly, Mr. Fu prefers quiet and dislikes flashy tea brewing techniques that make noise. Some tea artists tried to attract his attention because he is handsome and wealthy, which annoyed him. To avoid problems, the supervisor simply assigns straight male tea artists to him.”
So that was it. Wen Moxue let out a sigh of relief.
Good, he did not like men. Otherwise, he would have been furious.
Besides, acting so aloof toward both men and women... maybe he had spent too many years with rich women and ruined his kidneys.
After showing him around, Chen Jiajia taught him the job.
He first observed how she brewed tea, drank with guests, and chatted with them. Then she let him try.
Wen Moxue had no issues with the tea. As a literature major with broad reading and knowledge, he could talk about refined topics or casual ones. He even played the guzheng. After just one afternoon, he was ready to serve guests.
After dinner, the supervisor brought him to the front hall. “Guests enter from here. Choose whoever you like.”
“......” Wen Moxue truly felt like he was picking customers in a brothel.
He did not have particular preferences. He was just about to choose two office looking elites when he heard the receptionist’s sweet voice. “Mr. Fu, welcome.”
Mr. Fu?
Could it be... Wen Moxue looked to the entrance. A moment later, a refined, handsome man in a suit walked through the antique style doors, followed by someone who looked like his assistant.
It was Fu Cheng.
He really came.
He must have seen the qipao photo. Outwardly serious, inwardly unable to resist.
Fu Cheng in a suit looked even more handsome than at school. He was tall, broader than most people, with a perfect figure and sharp, striking features. His presence was strong yet not aggressive, distant yet compelling.
Just from appearance alone, he was very attractive to someone like Wen Moxue, who was male and liked men.
Unfortunately, no matter how handsome he was, it could not hide the filth and shamelessness he carried inside.
Remembering how he had slandered him, Wen Moxue clenched his fists.
He pointed at Fu Cheng. “I choose him.”
“He will not do,” the supervisor said with an awkward smile. “Mr. Fu does not like female company. We usually assign a male tea artist. Choose another.”
“It is fine. We know each other. I took this part time job because he recommended me.”
The supervisor was surprised. Mr. Fu was notoriously cold. If he recommended someone, their relationship must be decent.
Still, she did not assume. When Fu Cheng placed his order, she confirmed with him. After receiving his approval and reminding Wen Moxue of his preferences, she finally let him in.
Holding a tray, Wen Moxue stood at the door of the private room and took a deep breath.
Fu dog, prepare yourself. Your daddy is here for you.