Chapter 58: Caught in the Act Part 1

Fu Zheng couldn’t figure it out.

No.

How could Tao Zhi not be gay?

He was so cute, had such a great personality, loved to act coquettish, and kept seducing him at every turn—this kind of boy, how could he not be gay?!

He had clearly gone out of his way to ask around, and everyone told him Tao Zhi was gay. The fortune tellers and diviners all said Tao Zhi would accept his confession.

Yet he had been ruthlessly rejected.

Tao Zhi even said he wasn’t gay and only saw him as a friend and roommate.

Fu Zheng couldn’t understand it.

He really couldn’t understand it.

Three days had passed since the confession, and this was the 365th time Fu Zheng had thought about it in those three days. The more he thought, the less sense it made, and the less sense it made, the more he had to think about it.

Not only did he think about it—he had to ask, he had to go find Tao Zhi and get a straight answer.

Unfortunately, ever since returning that day, Tao Zhi had started avoiding him. He couldn’t find any opportunity.

Every day, Tao Zhi rushed out of the dorm in a hurry, claiming he was going to class, though no one knew what he was really doing. The money Fu Zheng had transferred him on Monday still sat uncollected, and he no longer handled any of Fu Zheng’s affairs. As long as Fu Zheng was in the dorm during the day, Tao Zhi absolutely wouldn’t return.

He wasn’t even earning money anymore, like he was ready to throw in the towel and quit.

This left Fu Zheng extremely depressed.

Last night, he had finally caught Tao Zhi and asked why he wasn’t taking the money, what he’d been up to lately, and why he was avoiding him. Tao Zhi’s eyes darted evasively as he insisted there was nothing, stubbornly claiming he was just busy.

So busy he had no time to stay in the dorm or manage Fu Zheng’s meals and daily life anymore—Fu Zheng should find someone else.

Fu Zheng: “?”

Don’t think I don’t know your class schedule.

I could recite it by heart, damn it.

Fu Zheng was furious.

He had already been heartbroken over the carefully prepared confession being rejected, and now Tao Zhi was avoiding him—it was adding insult to injury.

But beyond anger, there was nothing he could do except obsess over the fact that Tao Zhi wasn’t gay.

The other two roommates had also noticed something off between them. After Tao Zhi dodged Fu Zheng countless times, claiming he was too busy with no time to talk to him, one stepped forward, intending to snag Fu Zheng’s errand money. He tentatively said, “Young Master, this old servant will help you.”

Fu Zheng: “?”

What the hell was that?

Fu Zheng shot him a glance, his expression full of impatience.

After Tao Zhi left, he didn’t even pretend anymore. His bad temper, combined with the frustration of rejection, made his face dark and brooding, treating others like a biting cold wind.

“Is it to buy coffee?” the senior in the dorm asked.

“No.” Fu Zheng rejected him coldly.

It had just been an excuse anyway.

He only wanted to be alone with Tao Zhi for a bit, and maybe, just maybe, talk to him again about straight guys and gays.

Fu Zheng still couldn’t get past it.

Why was this guy butting in?

Fu Zheng couldn’t be bothered with him and was about to leave.

The other didn’t feel awkward at all.

After living together for a semester, how could he not know Fu Zheng’s temper? Fortune favors the bold—maybe Fu Zheng would take him as a lackey too. Earning some young master’s money on the side was easy pickings.

But since it failed, he planned to head to the library—

“Wait.” Fu Zheng stopped him.

As if suddenly remembering something, he called to his roommate: “Come with me.”

Roommate: “?”

There was hope!

The roommate immediately followed Fu Zheng’s footsteps.

…

The two arrived at a hand-drip coffee shop 2.5 km from campus.

Fu Zheng ordered two cups of coffee and sat with the senior at a high table by the window. His first words were: “Do you think Tao Zhi is gay?”

Senior: “?”

Senior: “…”

It scared him half to death—this sudden question nearly made him spill his 269-yuan coffee.

This was 269 yuan a cup!

The roommate quickly set down his cup, too focused to drink, and thought seriously: “I don’t know, I haven’t paid much attention to that group. You should ask him yourself.”

After a pause, he suddenly made an enlightened face: “Ohhh, Tao Zhi’s ignoring you, so you can’t ask.”

Fu Zheng: “?”

It was no different from stabbing a knife into Fu Zheng’s chest.

Fu Zheng’s face was expressionless.

If he had a choice, he wouldn’t chat with this guy at all.

He still wanted 17k8.

But 17k8 had completely ignored him now, and his other friends had been ordered not to contact him anymore.

So frustrating.

Fu Si Heng wasn’t watching him anymore, but his damn assistant still was.

After learning Fu Zheng was reconnecting with old friends, she personally contacted their parents… Fuck, infuriating.

Fu Zheng gulped down his Americano like liquor, then turned back to the roommate: “Analyze why he’s not gay. He has every trait of one, and I was the one he bent—I mean, he bent me. Isn’t that irresponsible to me?”