The first one was out; with Fu Si Heng’s petty and jealous nature, he’d call it out one second and get fired the next.
Little Tao wouldn’t do either; it sounded like addressing a company subordinate.
Mr. Tao was standard enough, and Assistant Ji had called him that before.
But the problem was Tao Zhi was much younger than him, with a baby face that made him look like he was seventeen or eighteen. Calling him that would make him sound old.
So that didn’t fit either.
After weighing the options, Madam seemed the most suitable.
This long explanation left Tao Zhi stunned and dazed.
It actually made a lot of sense.
Yeah… no doubt about it, that was exactly right.
Tao Zhi had nodded vigorously back then, unable to find a single point to refute.
And so, the matter of the title was settled.
Half an hour later, after Assistant Ji left, Tao Zhi snapped out of it: “…”
His mood became a billion times more complicated.
It turned out that the seemingly rigid and proper Assistant Ji was actually extremely… particular in private.
He had logically analyzed the feasibility of each title, leaving Tao Zhi dumbfounded and even thinking it made perfect sense.
Since he had already nodded in agreement, it wouldn’t be good to back out now, so Tao Zhi could only accept this embarrassing form of address.
It was just… he inevitably felt a bit shy every time he saw Assistant Ji.
With him gone now, Tao Zhi felt a sense of relief.
He walked into the walk-in closet.
Right at the entrance were the things just brought back from Rong Huai’s place, making it look a bit messy, but the inside was impeccably neat.
Facing him was an entire wall of suits and shirts, arranged meticulously from light to dark colors. On the right side were cabinets for watches, ties, and shoes. The left held cufflinks, rings, and other accessories.
Hm…
Fu Si Heng’s walk-in closet was huge, but it seemed fully packed.
Tao Zhi turned his head left and right.
The accessory cabinet could hold jewelry and such, but where to put the clothes?
The suit wall was full, but at the very back of the closet, there was a white wardrobe. Tao Zhi didn’t know if it held anything, so he walked over and pulled open the doors with both hands.
Tao Zhi froze.
The wardrobe was also full, but not with men’s clothes—with an entire wardrobe of women’s clothing.
An entire wardrobe.
Tao Zhi first froze, then found it strange.
Why did Fu Si Heng have women’s clothes?
Tao Zhi frowned, his gaze sweeping over the array of garments.
He knew it wasn’t right to rummage through someone else’s things, but at that moment, his mind was filled with questions.
Why did Fu Si Heng have these women’s clothes? Were they left behind by an ex-girlfriend?
But hadn’t he said he’d never dated before?
Tao Zhi didn’t think these clothes were bought for him by Fu Si Heng.
Because any clothes Fu Si Heng bought for him would be delivered to his school by Assistant Ji.
Tao Zhi felt a bit uncomfortable, a sour ache in his chest, a bit stuffy. He even forgot to be polite and not touch others’ belongings; he wanted to see what these things were.
Tao Zhi raised his hand, his fingers brushing over the soft fabrics in the wardrobe one by one.
Suddenly, his movements stopped.
Tao Zhi spotted a familiar piece of clothing.
A pink bikini swimsuit…
???
!
Wasn’t this the set Shen Xinyuan had lent him at Wei Yu’s villa on New Year’s Day this year?
Tao Zhi recognized it at a glance!
He hadn’t forgotten how, that evening, he had stared down this swimsuit in his room.
He had stared at it for a long time, fretting over what to do. His memory was good; he even remembered the patterns on it clearly.
This was Sister Xinyuan’s!
The tags hadn’t even been removed!
But why was it in Fu Si Heng’s wardrobe?
Tao Zhi didn’t understand. Amid his shock, he sank into thought.
He was so astonished that he completely failed to notice the footsteps approaching from behind.
It wasn’t until an arm reached around his waist to embrace him, and his hand was similarly covered by Fu Si Heng’s large palm.
Tao Zhi turned his head in confusion, and what entered his pupils was Fu Si Heng’s familiar, handsome face.
His expression was still neutral, but his hand held Tao Zhi’s, pulling out the hung-up swimsuit.
“F-Fu Bro.” Tao Zhi asked in a daze, “Why is this swimsuit here?”
“…I remember I returned it to Sister Xinyuan later.”
And… whose clothes were all these?
Tao Zhi’s mind was full of questions—
“I asked her for it back,” Fu Si Heng told him.
A swimsuit was quite personal. When Tao Zhi returned it, he had specifically said he hadn’t worn it, but as soon as Shen Xinyuan received it, Fu Si Heng took it away.
And it wasn’t just this one.
Fu Si Heng had later bought many styles himself, all in the wardrobe.
But Tao Zhi’s attention was drawn to the familiar item and he hadn’t noticed the others behind it.
“All the clothes in here were bought for you.”
That one sentence finally eased Tao Zhi’s anxious mood.
But what followed was…
Fu Si Heng suddenly leaned down, his nose tip touching Tao Zhi’s.
“Baby, all the women’s clothes in here, including that pile outside, are yours. You only hid that one black dress—do you think that does any good?”
“Self-deception. How adorable.”
Tao Zhi: “…”
Oh, oh no.
How did he find out?
