Chapter 15: Rent Part 2

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According to 178k Bro, once there was even one flirty chat between two people, their relationship would gradually grow intimate, eventually reaching the point where he’d wake up every day to say good morning to his wife and send two or three hundred messages a day.

Back then, Fu Zheng: …Really? That simple?

Now, Fu Zheng: Screw your wife—your ‘wife’ was a scammer who dumped you, and now you can’t even find them.

178k Bro: “?”

Randomly attacked out of nowhere—Fu Zheng was getting more unhinged.

178k Bro couldn’t even be bothered to reply.

But things did play out more or less as he’d said. After that, Fu Si Heng and Tao Zhi’s relationship did draw closer.

It didn’t reach the exaggerated two or three hundred messages a day, but they chatted every couple of days.

At the same time, the gifts from Fu Si Heng kept piling up.

Skirts, seasonal clothes, souvenirs, business trip presents—everything under the sun.

The two poor wardrobes in the dorm couldn’t hold them all.

Tao Zhi’s side was a bit better—he was neat and diligent, sorting things himself. At worst, his wardrobe overflowed.

Fu Zheng, on the other hand, crammed everything in haphazardly and wouldn’t let Tao Zhi help.

One time, when he opened his wardrobe, the clothes avalanched like a snowslide, tumbling out in a heap.

Fu Zheng froze.

Tao Zhi froze.

Even the other two dormmates froze.

One of them recognized they were all women’s skirts and asked cautiously, “Fu Zheng, why do you have so many skirts in your wardrobe?”

“…Are they your girlfriend’s?”

Tao Zhi’s heart jumped to his throat.

Luckily, Fu Zheng was as rude as ever. “None of your damn business” shut it down.

Tao Zhi: “…”

If only he could be as brazen as Fu Zheng.

The guy looked embarrassed and didn’t dare say more.

Crisis averted.

But they couldn’t keep accumulating like this.

It wasn’t just about getting caught—it was that they literally couldn’t fit anymore!!!

Fu Zheng took forever every morning just to find his own clothes.

Fed up, he decided to rent a place outside.

Tao Zhi clicked his tongue when he heard, thinking it was way too extravagant.

But then he remembered Fu Zheng was a rich second-gen—it was pocket change. He immediately gave it two thumbs up.

They’d looked for days without finding anything suitable.

Coincidentally, when they went to see Rong Huai one day, Rong Huai mentioned he had a storage room, about twenty or thirty square feet, right in the styling shop. He never used it and could rent it to Fu Zheng.

Rent wasn’t pricey—whatever seemed fair, around four or five thousand yuan.

Fu Zheng: “…”

Prime mall real estate—a room for five thousand wasn’t bad.

Boss Rong was a stand-up guy.

……

Damn.

In the past, Fu Zheng wouldn’t have glanced twice if that money fell on the ground.

But times had changed.

Fu Zheng was so broke now he could barely afford to throw money at Tao Zhi. Five thousand was a lot to him.

……But he rented it anyway.

He desperately needed a spot to stash the damn skirts from Fu Si Heng.

Gritting his teeth, Fu Zheng transferred a month’s rent to Rong Huai.

Rong Huai was puzzled when he got it.

Given Fu Zheng’s personality, he’d expected half a year or a full year’s upfront.

Whatever—a month was fine. The hassle wasn’t his.

Rong Huai took the money and handled it reliably.

A week later, when they returned, the storage room was spotless and perfectly organized.

The clothes Fu Si Heng bought were all slipped into dust bags by style and hung up neatly. Accessories were sorted meticulously into storage boxes by matching outfits.

Boss Rong had even used the extra space to set up a dedicated photo area—

Rong Huai was a smart man.

Though Fu Zheng hadn’t spelled it out, he’d pieced together the full picture from their usual behavior and occasional slips.

Rich second-gens these days were something else.

But Rong Huai was happy to watch the drama.

Setting it up this well, complete with a photo setup, was all for the entertainment. Otherwise, five thousand yuan wouldn’t have gotten Boss Rong to do the cleanup himself.

“For now, this should work. Change whatever you don’t like,” Rong Huai said as he opened the door.

Tao Zhi followed inside and let out an amazed “wow.”

The room was small, but tidy and bright.

Besides the clothing racks, a large mirror dominated the center, flanked by lighting gear. Rong Huai had even curtained off a changing area, probably so Tao Zhi wouldn’t feel shy changing in front of the mirror.

Overall, this little rental room was perfect for Fu Zheng.

Five thousand a month was a steal.

That’s what Rong Huai thought.

But Fu Zheng’s expression wasn’t great.

Standing at the door, he scanned the room and called out to Tao Zhi.

Tao Zhi turned. “What’s up?”

“I’ve got something to handle. Stay here—you can wait, I’ll pick you up later,” Fu Zheng said flatly.

Huh?

“Okay.” Though puzzled, Tao Zhi agreed obediently.

With that, Fu Zheng left quickly.

But the instant he turned, his expression control shattered into something vicious, cold, and irritable.

Because Fu Zheng was so broke now he couldn’t even muster a good face.

His card was nearly at zero balance—he couldn’t support Tao Zhi’s high spending at Rong Huai’s shop anymore.

Tao Zhi’s piggy bank might even have more than him.

……When had he ever fallen this low?

So damn frustrating.

The more irritated he got, the more he hated Fu Si Heng—Fu Zheng was about to explode.

He pulled out his phone, searched the map for a pawnshop.

Fu Zheng stormed out of the mall with a cold face.