At least on the surface, he was Fu Zheng’s crush.
Though the one he actually had something with was Fu Si Heng.
So chaotic.
The thought of their tangled relationships made Tao Zhi’s head spin. He set it aside for now.
“Please, help me out,” Tao Zhi clasped his hands together and pleaded. “Fu Bro, Fu Bro, please.”
Fu Si Heng said nothing, seemingly considering it.
Tao Zhi kept glancing toward the door.
Seconds ticked by until Tao Zhi steeled himself. He tiptoed up and kissed the corner of Fu Si Heng’s lips.
It was a light kiss, touching and parting immediately.
But it was Tao Zhi’s first initiative since the lap-sitting incident.
Fu Si Heng paused slightly.
“Please, please,” Tao Zhi continued begging.
Fu Si Heng: “…”
“Fine.” His boyfriend had taken the initiative—refusing now would make him seem unkind.
Originally, Fu Si Heng thought it did not matter if Xu Yujia saw them together; he had plenty of excuses, and she would never suspect anything.
But now, he decided to indulge Tao Zhi’s request—it was a rare experience.
They had planned to play some secret affair games anyway.
Since they sought excitement, they might as well go all in.
Tao Zhi’s kiss was sweet enough to make Fu Si Heng lose his reason; he wanted to agree to anything.
Even though the closet was tiny.
Fu Si Heng had to bend over to fit inside, cramped with limbs unable to stretch out.
Tch.
Once the kiss’s sensation faded, the older man felt annoyed again.
–
Tao Zhi opened the door to find not only Xu Yujia but also Fu Zheng outside.
Seeing Fu Zheng made Tao Zhi’s fingers tighten on the doorknob, but he forced himself to stay calm. “Auntie…”
“What were you doing just now? Why did it take so long to open?” Xu Yujia asked curiously.
“I was touching up my makeup,” Tao Zhi said.
Xu Yujia: “Oh—”
She did not dwell on it; it was just casual curiosity. “Do you like this room? If it’s not good, we can move to the suite—the rooms there are bigger.”
As Xu Yujia spoke, Tao Zhi stepped aside to let them in.
She looked around the room while Fu Zheng keenly sensed something off. He frowned and stared straight at Tao Zhi’s face.
The bite mark from Fu Si Heng had faded quickly and was no longer visible, but the red mark from the sucking lingered.
Fu Zheng found it strange and wanted a closer look, but Tao Zhi dodged to Xu Yujia’s side and busied himself responding. “No, I think it’s great.”
Fu Zheng: “…”
“Really? I actually think it’s a bit small.” Xu Yujia walked to the window. “But the view is nice.”
“Do you think it’s small?”
“It’s not small,” Tao Zhi said quickly.
“Good then.” Hearing that eased Xu Yujia’s mind.
“Then let’s head to the picking garden first? It’s past ten already—we can ride horses this afternoon.”
Tao Zhi nodded repeatedly, glancing guiltily at the closet.
Fu Si Heng kept his promise and made no noise, but Tao Zhi still felt uneasy, his heart suspended.
Meanwhile, Fu Zheng did not let him off.
After staring for a long time, he could not help but ask, “Your face—how did—”
“Little Zheng, where’s your brother?” Xu Yujia interrupted suddenly.
She went to the window, placed her hands on the sill, and called out “A-Heng” twice to the right. No response. She turned to Fu Zheng. “Go call your brother—we’re heading out.”
Fu Zheng: “…”
Fine.
Fu Zheng held back and went to find Fu Si Heng.
Two minutes later, he returned. “No one’s in the room.”
“Hm?” Xu Yujia was slightly stunned. “He was just here.”
She took out her phone and dialed Fu Si Heng’s number.
“!!!”
Tao Zhi’s breathing stopped.
Done for, done for, done for—
“Huh, no answer.”
No phone rang from the closet, and the call did not connect.
Xu Yujia grew more puzzled. “So strange—where did he go?”
“Who cares about him.” Fu Zheng was impatient, his tone sharp.
He only cared about the odd mark on Tao Zhi’s face. “Why is that spot on your face red?”
“How did you—”
“Don’t talk to a girl like that,” Xu Yujia interrupted again.
Interrupted multiple times on important matters, Fu Zheng was already annoyed, but before he could express it, Xu Yujia was even more upset. “What kind of way is that to speak to a girl!”
With that attitude and tone, he could never win over Mian Mian.
No, he could never win over any girl.
This brat is hopeless.
Fu Zheng: “He’s not—”
Tao Zhi: “???”
Not!
Fu Zheng!
What are you doing!!!
Tao Zhi sucked in a cold breath. His first instinct was to glance at the closet. Realizing the order was wrong—he should stop Fu Zheng first—but Fu Zheng blurted out the “girl” character.
Slap.
Before his voice, his mother’s slap landed.
She was exasperated and smacked his shoulder hard, her own hand stinging. “You, come with me. We’ll go find your brother.”
She needed to properly teach Fu Zheng the right way to pursue a girl.
Treating her like one of the guys—what was wrong with his head?
She did not know who taught him that.