When it came to this, Fu Zheng really had a bellyful of grievances.
He finished the rest of the coffee in one go, bitterness flooding his mouth: “I thought he liked me, you know? He always smiled at me.”
“And his smile was so cute, so sweet.”
“He acted coquettish toward me.”
“That’s total seduction.”
“I told him to do something, and he did it. I scolded him, and he never talked back.”
“And he cared about me a lot.”
“Isn’t that special treatment? He bent me but won’t accept my confession—what kind of logic is that?”
“Now he tells me he’s not gay and only sees me as a good friend. Where does that even happen?” Fu Zheng grew more upset the more he spoke, especially with Tao Zhi avoiding him lately—it hurt even more.
The unsweetened, unmilked coffee was bitter, but it couldn’t compare to Fu Zheng’s mood right now.
He really wanted to drown his sorrows in alcohol, but the bars weren’t open during the day.
Even more bitter.
Fu Zheng vented his heart out to the roommate, unable to understand how things had turned out like this.
“I really like him,” Fu Zheng said dejectedly.
“…” The senior didn’t know what to say.
A single guy like him his whole life—how would he understand the pains of love?
He actually felt pretty awkward now.
Because everything Fu Zheng described, Tao Zhi had done to him too.
When he first moved into the dorm, Tao Zhi had greeted them warmly, outgoing yet a bit shy, with an especially cute smile.
Once when he was sick, Tao Zhi took initiative to cover his chores, clean the dorm, and even fetch medicine from the infirmary… Wasn’t that just normal roommate friendship?
How did it become seduction?
Tao Zhi was just friendly and equal to everyone, right?
And Fu Zheng definitely hadn’t noticed—on the day he moved in, he’d smiled at Fu Zheng warmly too.
Fu Zheng hadn’t even glanced at him, his gaze lingering only on Tao Zhi before ordering him around.
Being a lackey required looks too.
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But he didn’t dare say any of this to Fu Zheng’s face.
He played the role of a quiet listener.
It was a good decision—Fu Zheng was just venting anyway and hadn’t planned to listen to advice.
After spilling it all and feeling refreshed, he spoke again, as if with great resolve: “I’m going to bend him.”
Making this decision wasn’t easy for Fu Zheng.
As the young master used to being surrounded by sycophants and having everything go his way his whole life, aside from stumbling a bit under Fu Si Heng, he’d never faced setbacks.
Tao Zhi was his second stumble.
That confession rejection had left him shocked, but also deeply embarrassed.
Embarrassed, incredulous, disheveled, face lost—like being slapped twice and cruelly told how presumptuous he’d been.
Especially with people asking afterward if it worked.
With the young master’s temper, he should’ve cut Tao Zhi off forever.
Plenty of cute, obedient boys out there.
But he couldn’t control himself.
He still liked him, wanted to see him, wanted things back to normal. He couldn’t bear to break off ties. After agonizing so long, what he was really tangled about wasn’t whether Tao Zhi was gay, but why Tao Zhi didn’t like him.
And why Tao Zhi was avoiding him—he hadn’t even said much yet. Would Tao Zhi keep avoiding him forever?
His mind was a mess, and venting it all to the roommate helped him gradually figure it out.
Fine.
If he’s not gay, he’s not gay. He’d find another way.
He admitted his presumptuousness, admitted Tao Zhi wasn’t gay.
Anyway, he just liked him.
If the mountain won’t come to me, I’ll go to the mountain.
Fu Zheng’s three days of gloom finally cleared up.
He picked up the roommate’s untouched coffee and downed it, convincing himself.
“Let’s go,” Fu Zheng said.
He was going to find Tao Zhi.
They needed a proper talk, or Tao Zhi avoiding him forever wasn’t a solution.
The rest could come later.
They were roommates, after all—close enough, and he had over three years to chase Tao Zhi and bend him.
Fu Zheng’s mind was rarely this clear.
“…Huh?” The senior, who had only listened without offering real advice, was stunned.
It was over just like that?
He hadn’t even started persuading.
The senior stared at Fu Zheng’s back for a while. When he snapped out of it, his phone buzzed in his pocket.
Fu Zheng had sent a red packet to the dorm group chat.
He hadn’t added Fu Zheng as a friend—the young master’s friends list wasn’t easy to join. Of the three in the dorm, only Tao Zhi qualified to talk to him.
Tao Zhi had even pulled Fu Zheng into the dorm group.
In their eyes as outsiders, the young master isolated everyone equally, with a sour face for all.
Except Tao Zhi.
Tao Zhi was like the leash on the dog—no difference.
But the dog was crazy rich, even if mad.
He shelled out 1000 yuan just for listening.
Hiss.
He tapped to claim it, and immediately, a friend request came through.
From Fu Zheng.
Fu Zheng had added him—
Fu Zheng: [Hey, help me ask where Tao Zhi is now.]
Fu Zheng: [.]
Fu Zheng: [He won’t reply to my messages.]
Senior: “…”
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Tao Zhi was at the school gate right now.
Fu Zheng had guessed right—Tao Zhi really was avoiding him.
Because it was too embarrassing.
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I think I’m going to stop reading. I don’t like stories where two brothers fall in love with the same person, especially when ML knows his brother likes MC but doesn’t say anything and gives his brother false hope. They’re deceiving his feelings and emotions; it shouldn’t be that hard to explain things to him. Regardless, if my brother/sister was going to be with the other person even though they knew I loved that person, I would have hoped they would have told me so I wouldn’t have deceived myself with more false hopes and fantasies. It’s kind of ML’s revenge, but I think they’re going too far. I don’t like the way the story is dragging on.