Chapter 62: Confession (Bro) Part 2

He might have been completely fooled at the time, but after calming down and reviewing, Tao Zhi could counter every point.

“You’re a straight guy, and I’m a straight guy too. Although it was immoral of me to approach you in women’s clothing, I admit I was bad and did wrong. But I can’t make the same mistake again. Knowing you only like me dressed as a woman, bending you would be even more immoral. Of course, for you to continue seeing me as a woman in drag, indulging in this illusion and fake couple relationship, is also improper. You should wake up.”

“There are plenty of beautiful girls; you’ll find your ideal type.” At this point, Tao Zhi pursed his lips.

An inexplicable sense of loss welled up in his heart, but it was quickly suppressed by the thought of “I’m a straight guy.” His tone grew more distant: “You’re great, handsome, and the age gap with young people doesn’t really matter—we’ve gotten along pleasantly.”

“Right, didn’t you say before that you have an age requirement for your future partner?”

Tao Zhi remembered this and suddenly saw the light: “No more than three years difference counts as same age—you definitely won’t have a generation gap with peers.”

Tao Zhi even encouraged him: “You’ll surely find your ideal partner!”

“…”

Whether he could find an ideal partner was another matter.

Right now, he was stabbed all over by his little boyfriend—that was real.

He even remembered something so long ago.

The boomerang had fully materialized at this moment.

All karma.

“It’s fake.” At this point, Fu Si Heng had nothing left to hide.

Continuing the lie would only make it worse.

He blurted it out, denying Tao Zhi’s long speech: “I’m not a straight guy.”

“Huh?”

Tao Zhi froze, dumbfounded: “Not?”

How could he not be?

Fu Si Heng clearly liked him in women’s clothing, and he had admitted it himself—

“Mm, not.” Fu Si Heng repeated, telling him: “I lied to you. I’ve liked you for a long time.”

“And I’ve known for a long time that you’re a boy.”

Tao Zhi: “?”

What did that mean?

Tao Zhi was confused again.

More and more confused, his expression blank.

Fu Si Heng pinched the bridge of his nose.

In his life, he had almost never failed in his own plans—Tao Zhi was the only exception.

This loss of control, this feeling of things slipping from his grasp, irritated him greatly.

But Tao Zhi’s desire to break up was serious.

Fu Si Heng had calmed a bit now and realized he had been too hasty earlier.

He had even forgotten to think of a solution.

He was silent for a few seconds.

What was said was said; he could only continue.

Fu Si Heng told him: “I saw through it that day at the club.”

Tao Zhi: “?”

Ah???

He had just been about to say, Did you mistake me for a girl, so you forced yourself to bend?

But Fu Si Heng’s words shocked him more and more.

He had known all along.

From that day at the club.

That meant, all this time, he had known.

Then, then… in front of Fu Si Heng, and with Fu Si Heng… Fu Si Heng had known everything!

He knew all along but pretended not to, watching as Tao Zhi panicked and made excuses to cover up.

Tao Zhi’s fingers curled slightly. Several scenes flashed in his mind, and his face flushed red in an instant.

“You’re… you’re too much…” Tao Zhi murmured.

“Sorry.” Fu Si Heng apologized.

Tao Zhi didn’t speak.

Not because he was angry or anything.

Tao Zhi wasn’t really mad about Fu Si Heng’s concealment.

Their complicated relationship blurred right and wrong; both had deceived each other. Fu Si Heng had forgiven his deception, so out of reciprocity, he would forgive Fu Si Heng’s secrecy.

For Tao Zhi, it was more about shame.

Also, he felt Fu Si Heng was a little bad.

Very mischievous.

Especially since his memory was sharp, bringing up many details. As those scenes replayed, every dialogue echoed in his mind, making Tao Zhi curl his toes in embarrassment.

The worst were two times: Fu Si Heng deliberately cupping his palm to form a small mound and saying that size was barely acceptable.

And last week on the sofa—even though he had clamped his legs tight and said no to Fu Si Heng touching the front, Fu Si Heng panted in his ear while asking, Not okay? Really not? What if I beg you?

Then deliberately reaching forward, his palm brushing the inner thigh.

Just a little more…

Tao Zhi had been scared to death by his actions and could only take the initiative again.

…

So it had all been deliberate by Fu Si Heng.

Including the talk of marriage and having kids—it was all to scare him.

He was really bad.

Beyond the shame, Tao Zhi felt some surprise, disbelief, and incomprehension.

Because Fu Si Heng’s image in his eyes wasn’t like that.

To him, Fu Si Heng was a mature, reliable man.

Turns out the real him was such a bad guy.

Tao Zhi’s gaze shifted from blank to puzzled. After a moment, unable to hold back, he asked: “Why hide it on purpose?”

Fu Si Heng: “Because I had bad intentions.”

At first, he wanted to see what Fu Zheng and Tao Zhi were up to. Later, he found pretending not to know quite amusing.

Tao Zhi actively seduced him and, to hide his real gender, did many unexpected things.

Offering himself up, fulfilling many of Fu Si Heng’s wicked ideas.

Fu Si Heng enjoyed that feeling and savored the sweetness.

He was addicted, reluctant to pull away, immersed in Tao Zhi’s clumsy seduction, with the pleasure of personally teaching him.

Very addictive.

In truth, if he hadn’t sensed that Tao Zhi didn’t truly see him as a boyfriend—and with Fu Zheng eyeing covetously—he wouldn’t have exposed him so soon. He would have enjoyed it longer.

The longer, the better.

Fu Si Heng knew he wasn’t a good person.

But though immersed, he never intended to toy with Tao Zhi.

His liking for Tao Zhi was real.

Yet he was arrogant.

Overconfident in controlling everything as planned.

He never imagined losing Tao Zhi one day.

Now everything was in chaos.

“Tao Zhi.” If he didn’t say it now, it might really be too late.

Fu Si Heng said: “I like you.”

Tao Zhi was straightforward, without schemes or jokes. If he said breakup, it was a decision after serious thought.

But Fu Si Heng couldn’t agree.

“I’m not a straight guy. I lied before, but my feelings for you are real.”

Tao Zhi: “Ah…”

Hearing the confession suddenly, Tao Zhi was very surprised.

The surprise was too much, turning into difficulty.

After a moment, he shook his head.

“But Fu-ge, you’re not a straight guy, I am.”

Tao Zhi looked at him and scratched his head.

Though confused, his thoughts were clear, unmoved: “I’m really grateful for your help before, but.”

His eyes were very sincere as he spoke—not evasion or rejection, but genuine belief.

“Straight guys can’t date straight guys.”

“But straight guys also can’t date gays.”

“I can only reject you.”

Fu Si Heng: “…”

Secondary damage—impervious to reason, stubbornly insisting he was straight.

Straight guys can’t date straight guys, nor gays.

Six.

For the first time, Fu Si Heng truly empathized with Fu Zheng.