In the evening, Wen Moxue received a WeChat message from the supervisor. She told him he did not need to buy a qipao because the work’s qipao was perfectly fine.
Her tone was very respectful, as if she was afraid of upsetting him. Wen Moxue knew for sure that Fu Cheng had spoken to the teahouse on his behalf. He now had a new understanding of Fu Cheng’s financial resources.
The old man’s possessiveness was surprisingly strong.
After class, Wen Moxue returned home and opened his computer to finish the group PPT assigned to him. By the time he finished, it was already past nine in the evening.
He then took a shower. It was ten o’clock.
Late at night, quiet and peaceful, was the perfect time for something a little daring.
He dragged out the suitcase that held his cosplay items. Besides the essential items for cross-dressing, it also contained some cosplay outfits his cousin had left in his care.
Wen Moxue took out two small paper boxes, tore off the packaging, and removed a pair of black thigh-high stockings and a pair of white ones. He also took out a disposable lace underwear.
After thinking for a moment, he bit his lip and pulled out a maid dress.
He was too lazy to do a full transformation. He only wore a wig and planned to cover his face. If Fu Cheng asked, he would say he had not put on makeup. He guessed Fu Cheng would not question it.
Wen Moxue took off his pajamas, put on the maid apron and stockings, and slipped into high heels. Just wearing this was already provocative, but Wen Moxue felt it was not enough.
After thinking, he moved the full-length mirror to the window and sat sideways on the single sofa. One leg was bent with the foot on the floor, while the other was extended with the toe pointed upward.
His legs were long, and in this pose, the view focused almost entirely on them.
The sheer black stockings wrapped around smooth, firm skin. The black garter pressed into his pale thigh and disappeared beneath the skirt, creating a mysterious and sexy effect.
Wen Moxue took several pictures in the mirror.
Afterward, he changed into the white stockings, sitting on the soft carpet with his legs slightly bent and knees touching.
This view was still quite revealing, but Wen Moxue was careful not to send anything overly explicit. That would be vulgar, not alluring.
He opened photo editing software and placed a small heart between his thighs, creating a mysterious, enticing area. The more it was covered, the more it invited imagination about what lay beneath.
He then covered his face and Adam’s apple, checked for flaws, and opened Fu Cheng’s WeChat chat box. He selected two photos without hesitation and sent them.
Abandoning all sense of shame, he was remarkably bold.
A Xiao Li: Brother, can you help me choose which pair of stockings looks better? (Shy)
The charm of risqué photos was indeed strong. This time, Fu Cheng responded quickly.
Fu: "…"
Fu: Is this for work again?
A Xiao Li: No, I saw the teahouse ladies wearing them and thought it looked good, so I bought some to try.
A Xiao Li: Otherwise, I feel so plain compared to them. (Crying)
A Xiao Li: It is my first time wearing them. (Shy)
Fu: You are still a student. Do not follow them.
Fu: It is cold. Wearing these can easily give you cold legs.
Pfft.
Lying on the bed with his legs raised, Wen Moxue spat out his drink. Cold legs? He suspected Fu Cheng might be the type to wear thermal pants in winter.
A Xiao Li: Okay then.
A Xiao Li: QAQ But I think it really looks so good.
A Xiao Li: I took so many photos just now because I felt confident.
Wen Moxue selected a few more photos and sent them.
A Xiao Li: It is a pity I listened to you and threw away the qipao. Otherwise, it would look even better in photos.
A Xiao Li: (Shy)
A Xiao Li: Brother, do you think it looks good?
After a while, Fu Cheng finally replied.
Fu: Looks good.
Fu: But it is not suitable for you.
A Xiao Li: T_T
A Xiao Li: Then I will only wear it for photos, just for fun.
A Xiao Li: I will only send them to you!
Fu: Do not send such photos to anyone else.
A Xiao Li: Brother is not anyone else. Brother is my beloved.
Fu: "…"
Fu: Sleep now.
A Xiao Li: Okay O(∩_∩)O
A Xiao Li: Good night, brother. Mwah.
Fu Cheng did not reply further.
Wen Moxue noticed he had not refused to receive the photos and felt satisfied as he exited WeChat.
Hmph. Acting all proper. He only changed his attitude after seeing the risqué photos.
Wen Moxue had discovered the old man’s weakness but did not attack it directly.
Photos like these needed controlled frequency, sent every few days to maintain novelty and keep him hooked.
Wen Moxue praised his own strategy. After completing this, he felt he could write a guide on romance. He was too good at this.
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At lunch the next day, the two found a corner seat, and Wen Moxue shared this exciting progress with Shuyan.
When Shuyan heard he had sent black stockings photos, he immediately said, “Black stockings? You show the old man but not me? I want to see too!”
Wen Moxue hesitated for a second, switched to his secondary WeChat account, and said, “I deleted the photos from the album. You can look at our chat history instead.”
Shuyan immediately started watching, murmuring with awe as if dining with a Korean CEO.
“Oh my god, I am going to be so jealous. The old man is enjoying himself too much. No wonder things are progressing well. Even a zombie would explode looking at this.”
Wen Moxue: "…"
No need for that.
“Not even saying good night. He must be looking at your photos secretly. How unfair!”
Wen Moxue explained his plan to occasionally send photos and asked Shuyan for new suggestions.
“He is also from Haishi, right? You can arrange to meet him for a meal or a movie. When you meet offline, dress conservatively, and online, send these teasing photos. Seeing but not touching will quickly hook him.”
That was a brilliant idea.
Fu Cheng had just introduced him to a job. He could use the excuse of thanking him. Last time he invited him for beef noodles, Fu Cheng ignored him. Wealthy people probably do not care for cheap restaurants. A higher-end place would be better.
After all, the money comes from him. No need to worry.
He decided to schedule it for Sunday when there was no class or work. Wen Moxue picked up his phone to open Fu Cheng’s chat and arrange it, when suddenly a pitiful voice came from behind.
“Ah Xue.”
It was Fu Jiahang.
Fu Jiahang walked over carrying a tray and looked at the empty seat next to Wen Moxue. “Can I sit here?”
Wen Moxue, startled, nearly had a heart attack. He quickly put his phone back in his pocket and adopted a calm expression.
“Sure, the cafeteria is not my house.”
Fu Jiahang sat down, stammering, “Ah Xue, Shuyan, this Saturday my family’s hot spring resort in the neighboring city is opening. I want to invite you both to come. Shuyan can bring his partner. I will arrange transport. Sun Hao and Zhou Nan will also be there.”
“Sorry, I am busy. You guys go ahead.” Wen Moxue rejected quickly.
Shuyan, not the main focus, focused on eating. He neither accepted nor rejected the invitation.
“Ah Xue, my father is also there. He wants to meet you to apologize for the things he said while drunk. He did not mean it. Can you give him another chance?”
“Forget it,” Wen Moxue said, acting generous. “I already forgot what he said.”
In reality, he was still keeping score every minute. His grievance notebook was filled with his father’s name.
An apology is not that useful anyway.
And he could not be sure it was sincere.
Wen Moxue guessed correctly. Fu Jiahang’s father was indeed not sincere. Even sober, he did not think he said anything wrong.
He agreed to apologize only because Fu Jiahang pressured him repeatedly. His pride made apologizing feel unbearable, but he reluctantly agreed to stop his son from being exhausted by this issue.
In reality, he was even more displeased with Wen Moxue, thinking him petty and narrow-minded.
“Then… Ah Xue, why not spend two days with Shuyan and the others? I promise it will be fun. Hot springs, barbecue, picking fruits, fishing, hiking. Lots of activities and beautiful scenery.”
“No, thank you,” Wen Moxue refused firmly, leaving no room for fantasy. “I am done eating. Hurry up.”
He nudged Shuyan.
Shuyan had also finished. He was tempted, but his boyfriend did not lack money. If he wanted to go, he could pay himself. No need to owe anyone.
So he also declined Fu Jiahang’s invitation.
Fu Jiahang watched them leave, disappointed, realizing he had completely missed Wen Moxue.
This reminded Wen Moxue of Fu Jiahang’s father’s vile words, which made him disgusted for two days and avoided contacting Fu Cheng.
Appearances can be deceiving. Online chat may carry a fatherly tone, but in reality, Fu Cheng’s character was unexpectedly unpleasant.
By Friday, after finishing his part-time job, Wen Moxue finally relaxed and opened Fu Cheng’s chat.
A Xiao Li: [Your little cutie suddenly appears.gif]
A Xiao Li: Good evening, brother!
A Xiao Li: I got paid today, so much money! (Spinning happily)
A Xiao Li: Thank you for introducing me to such a good job, brother. When you are free, I will treat you to a meal!
Fu: No need.
Fu: Spend or save the money yourself. Do not eat instant noodles again.
The dog man even knew how to care.
For some reason, chatting with Fu Cheng felt less annoying than hearing about him from others.
A Xiao Li: QAQ But if I do not treat you, I will always feel anxious, like I owe a big favor.
A Xiao Li: I will be too anxious to sleep!
Fu: "......"
Fu: Then tomorrow night, after you finish work, the place you mentioned for beef noodles.
Huh? Tomorrow night? The hot spring resort opens tomorrow. Will he come back just to eat with him?
Impossible, right?
He tentatively asked: Brother, are you free tomorrow? Not busy?
Fu: Yes, no plans tomorrow.
Wen Moxue: ???
He was confused. Fu Cheng seemed very career-oriented. He would have to attend the opening ceremony and would not casually skip it.
Did Fu Jiahang lie to him?
Or did he mistake someone?
Wen Moxue always felt Fu Cheng was different from Fu Jiahang’s father. Fu Cheng’s temperament and manners did not seem like someone to gossip about strangers.
And Fu Cheng was so young. Having such a grown son seemed unreasonable. If he had mistaken identity, it would be ridiculous.
Wen Moxue became anxious and instinctively opened Fu Jiahang’s Moments to see if his father had posted any photos.
He saw Fu Jiahang’s post from last Sunday.
Caption: Went hiking with my dad.
Below were nine photos. He enlarged them and in the sixth photo saw a side profile. Even turned to gray, he could recognize Fu Cheng.
Last Sunday, that was the first time he had sent Fu Cheng a voice message. He had spent the whole day anticipating Fu Cheng being charmed by his voice, only to be ignored and placed in the cold for several days.
And he had almost trusted Fu Cheng again!
It must have been that Fu Cheng gave him a pleasant attitude in the past two days, deceiving him. The old man’s skill at disguising himself had fooled him.
As for saying he had no plans tomorrow, the opening ceremony could be handled during the day, leaving the evening free.
Close call. He almost fell for it!
Wen Moxue’s eyes shifted as he quickly typed.
A Xiao Li: Okay, brother, then tomorrow!
A Xiao Li: (Crying) Unfortunately, all my pretty clothes are at home. I cannot dress beautifully to see you.
Fu: It is just a meal. No need to dress up.
A Xiao Li: Impossible. That would be worse than killing me.
A Xiao Li: (Clenching fist) I decided, tomorrow morning I will go home secretly, take my pretty clothes and winter clothes, or I will freeze to death.
A Xiao Li: I just hope my father is not home. Last time he tried to hit me but failed. If he sees me, he will hit me again.
So pitiful, so miserable. Quickly transfer money to stop him from going.
Fu: Then I will arrange two bodyguards to accompany you home.
Wen Moxue: "…"
No, this is not how it was supposed to go.