Chapter 55: Bending Him Part 2

That was Fu Si Heng’s true inner thought. But now, Tao Zhi taking all the blame to protect Fu Zheng irked him.

A ‘sister-in-law’ had no obligation to shield the younger brother.

Fu Si Heng was jealous and decided to change tactics—he wouldn’t let him off easily.

“Think carefully.” Fu Si Heng told Tao Zhi.

“H-he didn’t threaten me.” Tao Zhi said with a conflicted expression. “Fu Zheng and I are friends. Friends don’t threaten each other…”

Good.

Fu Si Heng was about to die of jealousy.

Tao Zhi’s behavior was no different from pouring vinegar straight into his mouth.

Fu Si Heng’s teeth itched. He leaned down, nose tip to nose tip, and asked a third time, “Really?”

Tao Zhi trembled badly but still nodded.

…

Wow.

Fu Si Heng was truly consumed by jealousy now.

His teeth still itched.

He really wanted to bite this little fool’s face.

He couldn’t even tell who was closest to him.

Just last night, on this very sofa in this exact position, they had done some very intimate things. Yet now, Tao Zhi was desperately defending another man in front of him.

No, defending an idiot.

“Fu-ge, I’m really sorry.” It was only at this moment that Tao Zhi finally realized there was no room for maneuver.

He was thoroughly exposed, with no excuse to fall back on.

Since that was the case, he’d take all the blame himself and absolutely not drag Fu Zheng into it.

…He had taken the money!

“I’m not intersex. I’m a man.” Admitting it bravely took tremendous courage. Tao Zhi’s voice shook as he reached up and yanked off the wig on his head.

His originally black, fluffy, soft hair was revealed.

After doing it, Tao Zhi didn’t dare look at Fu Si Heng and squeezed his eyes shut tight—

Fu Si Heng, however, stared unblinkingly.

Cute.

The fluffy strands framed his cheeks perfectly, the ends slightly curled, looking adorable and pretty.

Water droplets from his hair fell onto his cheeks. Fu Si Heng suppressed the urge to lean down and kiss him, asking, “And the purpose?”

“What was the purpose of doing this?”

Uh…?

Purpose…?

Fu Si Heng: “Why deceive me, toy with me, mess with me?”

Tao Zhi: “…”

Tao Zhi didn’t know; he couldn’t make anything up.

As he racked his brains, the pressure on his body suddenly vanished.

Tao Zhi puzzledly opened his eyes.

Fu Si Heng got off him, sat on the sofa, and pulled Tao Zhi up by the wrist, leading him upstairs.

Tao Zhi was a bit dazed and anxious. Once in the room, he remembered to ask, “Fu-ge, what are you doing…”

“Tao Zhi.” After entering, Fu Si Heng had Tao Zhi sit on the edge of the bed and closed the room door.

The calm voice paired with Fu Si Heng accurately calling his real name made the poor little peach involuntarily clench his fingers, wrinkling the bedsheet beneath him.

“Mm…”

Right, they had met before.

Twice, even…

It wasn’t surprising that Fu Si Heng knew who he was.

“To be honest with you, I can’t quite accept the current situation.” Fu Si Heng told him calmly.

“…Sorry.” Tao Zhi felt very guilty.

“Don’t say sorry to me. I was serious about this relationship, and you knew that.” Fu Si Heng’s tone was flat.

He came before Tao Zhi, bent at the waist, leaned down, hands braced on either side of him, eyes meeting his.

A cool breath enveloped Tao Zhi.

“Y-yes…” Of course Tao Zhi knew; he’d heard Fu Si Heng mention marriage several times.

He didn’t dare meet Fu Si Heng’s eyes, just kept his head down and nodded, while leaning back as much as possible to create distance. He mumbled fragmented apologies: “I know, sorry, I’m very sorry.”

“I’m really sorry, sorry.” Tao Zhi apologized desperately.

He knew apologies were useless and couldn’t mend Fu Si Heng’s hurt feelings.

But aside from apologizing, he didn’t know what else to do.

He could do nothing about it.

“And I’ve always seen you as a woman—my girlfriend, my wife, the mother of my child.”

In reality, it was the complete opposite.

Fu Si Heng hadn’t seen Tao Zhi as a woman for a single minute.

Tao Zhi: “…”

D-don’t say it like that.

Tao Zhi’s trembling hand touched his belly.

He couldn’t be a mom QAQ.

“Sorry…” Tao Zhi was about to cry.

“I’m saying this to tell you, I’m not gay.” Fu Si Heng said.

“…?” Tao Zhi’s fingers clenched tighter.

“I know, sorry… I’m not either…”

Fu Si Heng: “If you can’t give me a purpose, I’ll have to assume you like me. You went so far as to cross-dress as a woman to get close to me and be with me.”

!

No, that’s not it!

Tao Zhi jerked his head up and denied hastily, “I didn’t—”

“Forgot?” Fu Si Heng reminded him flatly, but each word felt like a thousand pounds, pressing on Tao Zhi’s head, leaving him unable to retort. “The second time we met at the club, you touched my hand first, added me on WeChat, sent me leg pics, cross-dressing pics, sat on my lap, kissed me, and agreed to be with me.”

“We’ve kissed countless times, had even more intimate physical contact.” Fu Si Heng finished. “And you say there was nothing?”

Tao Zhi: “…………”

Crack—dead.

The words I don’t like you were silently swallowed by Tao Zhi.

But he wasn’t gay either…

“I really like Mian Mian.” Fu Si Heng slowly stated his ultimate goal. “Though I’m not gay, I can try to accept it.”

Tao Zhi: “…?”

The words were all Chinese, but he couldn’t grasp the meaning.

How to try and accept?

Tao Zhi’s eyes were completely dazed.

Fu Si Heng showed him with actions. He got up, went to the walk-in closet, and took out a maid outfit.

A classic black-and-white maid dress with lots of jingly accessories: cat ears, bracelets, anklets. Seeing it, Tao Zhi’s head throbbed instantly.

He seemed to understand Fu Si Heng’s intention.

A transition from female to male: continue cross-dressing, hide the male features, and gradually let Fu Si Heng accept the real him.

In simple terms, Fu Si Heng hoped he could turn him gay, and then they’d stay together.

Tao Zhi: ?

What?!

What kind of nonsense was this?!

H-how could he do something like that? He wasn’t gay either!

He wanted to break up!

Tao Zhi shook his head like a rattle drum, refusing. “No no, Fu-ge, to be honest, I’m not gay either. I can’t bend you.”

“Is that so? I don’t believe it.” Fu Si Heng said indifferently.

Tao Zhi: “…”

“Since you’re not, why did you cross-dress to approach me?” Fu Si Heng countered.

Tao Zhi still refused to rat out Fu Zheng.

He clamped his mouth shut tight again.

“How about this? We’ll do a little experiment.” Fu Si Heng considerately found a solution for him.

Tao Zhi’s eyes flickered. He looked up at Fu Si Heng, expression innocent and pure… even hopeful. “What?”

This look contrasted sharply with the scheming depth of the older man.

Fu Si Heng went to Tao Zhi’s side, bent down to meet his gaze levelly, slid his palm into Tao Zhi’s black hair, and said word by word, “The way to tell if a man is gay is to give him head. Want to try? To see if you really are or not.”

Tao Zhi: ?

“??!”

…Ah?!