Chapter 8: Dummy Part 2

His inner state was actually quite calm right now.

But he didn’t want to let Tao Zhi get too smug either.

—Though Tao Zhi wasn’t the smug type anyway.

“I’m done with you. How could you even forget something like that?” Fu Zheng said irritably. “Sometimes I wonder if you’re doing it on purpose to mess with me.”

Of course not.

Tao Zhi didn’t dare retort. He pursed his lips and softly apologized: “Sorry…”

“……”

He’s starting to act cute again, Fu Zheng thought as he rolled his eyes.

What good did acting cute with him do? He should use that energy to seduce Fu Si Heng instead. All he did was flirt…

Fuck.

Fu Zheng swore.

“Whatever.” Too lazy to argue with an idiot, Fu Zheng asked: “Did Fu Si Heng say anything? Or was there anything strange?”

Tao Zhi thought about it.

Then shook his head.

He recounted everything that happened that night—from getting in the car to Fu Si Heng leaving, every event and conversation—word for word to Fu Zheng.

Fu Zheng listened and clicked his tongue.

“Maybe you and Fu Si Heng are both idiots.” Fu Zheng didn’t sense anything off after hearing it.

If Fu Si Heng had suspected Tao Zhi, he would have beaten him up on the spot. There was no way he’d wait until the next day.

So he told Tao Zhi: “Relax. It’s fine.”

“Our plan continues.”

Tao Zhi: “…”

“Oh.” Tao Zhi scratched the side of his head.

He actually thought Fu Si Heng seemed a bit smarter than Fu Zheng. But there was no way he’d say that in front of Fu Zheng.

He wasn’t tired of living.

Tao Zhi nodded in agreement, flattering his benefactor.

Not being harshly scolded lifted a weight off his mind, and he could finally focus on the present.

Fu Zheng had been dragging him forward by the hand. Not knowing where they were going, Tao Zhi asked: “What are we doing now?”

“Change clothes.”

As he spoke, they arrived at the school parking lot.

Fu Zheng’s car—a flashy Hummer—had been driven back by a designated driver.

He went over and opened the back door for Tao Zhi.

“Okay.” Tao Zhi responded and quickly climbed inside.

His own clothes were in the car.

The male outfit he had changed out of at Rong Huai Shop.

He changed quickly and efficiently, then opened the car door.

Fu Zheng was leaning against the car smoking. Hearing the sound, he turned his head, his gaze first sweeping over Tao Zhi, then into the car.

The women’s clothes Tao Zhi had changed out of were neatly folded.

“Should I take the clothes back to the dorm?” Tao Zhi asked uncertainly: “Or leave them here?”

Fu Zheng didn’t answer. He just extinguished his cigarette, yanked Tao Zhi out of the car, and casually picked up the clothes.

The clothes he had just taken off still carried Tao Zhi’s body heat… quite warm.

Fu Zheng’s fingers paused as he looked down at the clothes.

When he looked up, he met Tao Zhi’s puzzled gaze.

“Back to the dorm.” Fu Zheng said expressionlessly.

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The suit jacket no longer held any body heat, but a faint jasmine scent lingered.

Even after nearly two hours.

Yet the fragrance on the jacket was unusually strong, making Fu Si Heng furrow his brows.

After thinking for two seconds, he still put the jacket on.

The Maybach pulled into the Blue Smoke Bay parking lot again.

Fu Si Heng got out and, led by a server, returned to the private room.

Upon entering, he casually undid the top two buttons of his shirt. Instead of sitting back on the sofa, he went to the bar and ordered a drink.

Soon, Wei Yu came over to him.

“What does your brother mean by that?” With no idlers around now—Fu Zheng gone, and Fu Si Heng having sent that little classmate away—Wei Yu asked directly.

“He brought a female classmate. What was that about?”

Wei Yu had a vague guess but wasn’t sure.

As he observed Fu Si Heng’s expression, he continued: “Don’t tell me Fu Zheng wants to…”

Fu Si Heng let out a light scoff.

“No way.”

It really was.

Wei Yu exclaimed in shock, finding it hard to believe.

What the hell?

Fu Si Heng had clearly noticed, yet he still had such a calm face?

He even sent the girl back.

Shouldn’t he have beaten Fu Zheng up first?

He was very shocked.

But there was something even more shocking.

“It’s a guy, not a girl.” Fu Si Heng picked up the glass in front of him.

He gently swirled it, the ice cubes clinking against the glass.

Fu Si Heng recalled that face.

Wei Yu: “?”

“Huh????” Like a thunderbolt from the blue, Wei Yu’s eyes bulged: “A guy????”

Huh????

Hiss—

This was just…

Hiss.

Wei Yu hissed several times: “No way, that face was so cute—”

He gestured as he spoke.

A palm-sized oval face, delicate and pure features, watery eyes that evoked pity. Damn.

A guy?

Wei Yu couldn’t believe it. In the end, all his words boiled down to one sentence—

“So pretty and tender, how could it be a guy?”

“Did you see wrong?”

“No.” Fu Si Heng’s voice was indifferent: “I’m 28, not 8. How could I mistake that?”

“I can tell men from women.”

Wei Yu, who hadn’t suspected Tao Zhi’s gender from start to finish: “……”

“Who are you making a dig at?” Wei Yu was annoyed.

Fu Si Heng tugged at his lips.

On second thought, it wasn’t surprising Wei Yu was clueless. That little guy did have some talent for crossdressing.

Fu Si Heng recalled his face again.

Cute, pretty, innocent, pure.

……

And chaste.

Very deceptive.

But his seduction techniques were clumsily inept—like thinking clinging to an arm or touching fingers counted as seduction.

Tsk.

At that thought, Fu Si Heng naturally recalled the sensation.

Soft fingertips tracing his muscle lines, slow and gentle, sliding downward.

Fu Si Heng felt his arm growing a bit hot.

“But what’s up with your brother…”

In their circle, when someone sent a “gift,” the intent was usually that kind of sleazy thing.

But Fu Zheng was Fu Si Heng’s own brother.

This…

“Maybe he wants to butter me up so I’ll unfreeze his card…” Wei Yu thought of a possibility, but his voice grew quieter, not believing it himself.

If that were the case, why go through the trouble of a guy dressing as a girl?

It felt like a really twisted plan.

Wei Yu looked at Fu Si Heng: “So what do you think now?”

“Nothing to think about.” Fu Si Heng didn’t take it to heart.

He took a sip of his drink. Even the alcohol couldn’t mask the faint jasmine scent from his collar.

Fu Si Heng scoffed lightly: “One dummy, one fool. What waves can they make?”