Chapter 50: Helping Out Part 3

Fu Si Heng: “?”

Having blurted out his inner thoughts in fright, Tao Zhi: “…”

“No, no, I—”

“I came specifically to catch you.” Fu Si Heng told him bluntly without hesitation.

Truth be told, Fu Si Heng was quite surprised that Fu Zheng had realized so quickly that he liked Tao Zhi.

In his eyes, Fu Zheng was an idiot.

Realizing he liked someone was hard; accepting he was gay would be even harder.

Fu Si Heng figured it would take at least until graduation, right before parting, for Fu Zheng to realize his feelings for Tao Zhi were different.

By then, Tao Zhi would already be his little sister-in-law.

That was the fate of an idiot brother.

He had not expected Fu Zheng to figure it out right after the New Year.

That day, after leaving Tao Zhi’s dorm, Xu Yujia excitedly told him about Fu Zheng in the car, including how Fu Zheng had invited his goddess and shared it all without reserve.

Coincidentally, Tao Zhi had come to see him that same day, asking if he was busy lately.

Tao Zhi was young and inexperienced; his little schemes and pettiness were as obvious as streaking naked in Fu Si Heng’s eyes.

He had come specifically to nab him.

Fu Si Heng’s gaze darkened. Tao Zhi kept his head down, clutching his fingers tightly.

The room fell silent for a few minutes.

“Sorry.” Tao Zhi broke the silence, reaching out to grab Fu Si Heng’s arm.

His pale fingers climbed up. Fu Si Heng naturally recalled how Fu Zheng had tugged and pulled at him earlier but cooperated by lowering his arm.

The arm that had been braced by Tao Zhi’s head now slid to his shoulder. Fu Si Heng bent his body further.

“Sorry? What, did you really cheat?”

Ah?!

“No, no!” Tao Zhi denied frantically. “It’s just—”

He organized his words. “Fu Zheng hired me to come.”

“He said he has no one he likes and needed to get rid of his mom, so he hired me to pretend.” Tao Zhi confessed everything.

If he did not, he was really done for.

Fu Si Heng: “Hm. How much did he pay to hire you?”

“Ten thousand…” The honest boy answered every question.

“Very good. Just for ten thousand.” Fu Si Heng’s voice was flat. “I give you ten thousand an hour. Guess how long before you get my entire fortune.”

Tao Zhi: “…”

Tao Zhi could not lift his head at all now.

“Don’t, don’t talk about that.” Tao Zhi tried to stop him.

Fine.

Fu Si Heng listened and stopped.

He said no more, but his right hand stroked Tao Zhi’s waist.

His large palm slipped under the hem of his clothes, pressing against the soft, delicate skin.

Tao Zhi’s body stiffened for an instant, then he heard Fu Si Heng say, “Does the pretending include holding your hand?”

The old man’s mind was petty as hell, his head filled with images of them tugging and pulling, force-fed ten pounds of vinegar.

“Huh?” Tao Zhi looked up in confusion. “Who held my hand?”

“Oh.” He remembered. “He didn’t. I dodged him.”

Fu Si Heng huffed.

“Don’t, don’t press like that…” So much jealousy. Fu Si Heng had just pressed his waist dimple—it tickled. Tao Zhi twisted away.

He could not escape far; the arm still blocked him.

Fu Si Heng’s fingers pressed against his belly, his palm occasionally rubbing the boy’s thin skin.

Tao Zhi dared not move. He pursed his lips, fingers clutching Fu Si Heng’s clothes. “Brother Fu…”

“Not wearing any again today?” His fingers slid upward, touching the small bump. Fu Si Heng’s breathing grew heavier.

“…” Tao Zhi’s face heated up again.

Last time at Fu Si Heng’s house, Fu Si Heng had asked the same, why he did not wear underwear.

He had stammered that they were small, so underwear felt constricting, so he did not wear any.

Saying it had been mortifying, like wanting to jump off a building.

Now too.

He had to admit it again.

Tao Zhi buried his head and nodded.

Fu Si Heng chuckled lowly, fingers rolling over it.

Tao Zhi bit his lip, body trembling as he leaned into Fu Si Heng’s chest.

So pitiable.

So easy to fool.

“Really need that ten thousand that badly?” Fu Si Heng asked again.

Tao Zhi nodded.

Fu Si Heng: “Then go register for marriage now, and you’ll have countless ten thousands.”

“…” That would defeat his purpose of making money.

Tao Zhi dared not speak, lips sealed tight, afraid he would really be dragged off to marry.

But silence only made Fu Si Heng’s actions more excessive.

“Brother Fu…” Tao Zhi finally could not endure it, calling pitifully. “Please, help me keep it secret.”

“Just for today. Don’t hold it against me, okay? I’ll keep my distance from Fu Zheng.”

He knew it might not work, but Tao Zhi wanted to try.

Besides wanting the money, suddenly backing out now might raise Fu Zheng’s suspicions.

He also feared Fu Si Heng spilling it, turning the scene into chaos.

He had to beg him.

If he refused, then they would figure something else out.

Fu Si Heng said nothing.

Neither agreeing nor refusing, he instead leaned down to kiss Tao Zhi’s lips, taking the plump pearl between them.

A deep kiss.

His tongue invaded the cavity, stirring wildly, tracing the sensitive inner cheeks. His left hand pressed Tao Zhi’s cheek.

Pressing while licking, inside and out.

Only after licking to his satisfaction did he ask, “What is this?”

“…Dunno. Just born with it… Mm.”

Fu Si Heng’s palm pressed against his lower back.

“N-Not there.” Tao Zhi forced himself alert and pressed down his hand.

Fu Si Heng stopped.

“You really want me to help cover for you?” Satisfied with the kisses, Fu Si Heng finally asked.

Hm…?

Was there a turnaround?

Tao Zhi, eyes watery from the kisses, looked at him, pupils shifting as he nodded.

Of course he knew—

“Fine.” Fu Si Heng actually agreed.

He agreed readily, leaning down for another kiss, nipping the slightly pouted lower lip. “This is what you said yourself. I’ll cooperate in hiding our relationship, but you have to work hard not to get found out too.”

Tao Zhi: “…?”

Hm? What did that mean?

Why did it feel like a bad premonition…