Chapter 11: Ruthlessness Part 2

With that thought, Tao Zhi prepared to go look for him again.

Just then, coincidentally.

As the idea arose, the sound of the door creaking came from the entrance.

Tao Zhi looked up and saw Fu Zheng coming in.

Seeing him right at that moment made Tao Zhi strangely excited, like he could finally pass off this hot potato.

“Fu Zheng! You didn’t reply to my messages. Come look at what your brother said!”

Tao Zhi called out to him enthusiastically, his tone full of delight: “Hurry, hurry! I’ve been waiting for you forever!”

Fu Zheng paused.

He actually hadn’t caught what Tao Zhi said clearly and just wondered why he looked so happy to see him.

And it wasn’t enough for Tao Zhi to just say it; he flailed to get off the bed.

His bare feet stepped down the bed ladder. Fu Zheng’s gaze immediately fell on his legs, then moved upward. The pleated skirt’s hem had ridden up, the thin fabric barely draped at the edge of his thighs, and now he was trying to get down.

Fu Zheng’s mind suddenly flashed back to just ten-odd minutes ago, when he had secretly… no, accidentally glimpsed the arc of the skirt hem—

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Fu Zheng’s head nearly smoked, like a boiling kettle whistling nonstop.

He strode over quickly and pressed down on Tao Zhi, grinding his teeth: “What are you doing!”

“Huh?” Tao Zhi didn’t understand why he was angry again and jumped in fright.

Especially when Fu Zheng pressed him down—his scorching hot palm made Tao Zhi instinctively struggle, and accidentally, his foot kicked Fu Zheng in the face.

Fu Zheng’s movements froze, and he went stiff.

Tao Zhi also froze.

To be precise, it wasn’t the face—it was near the chin and lips, where his toes landed.

Oh no, this was bad.

Tao Zhi immediately went on high alert—

It really was bad. Getting kicked out of nowhere—for Fu Zheng’s temper, that definitely wouldn’t end well. He was sure to beat the crap out of him.

But his first reaction after snapping back wasn’t anger; instead, Tao Zhi’s foot felt a bit…

Fuck.

He couldn’t muster any anger.

“Sorry, sorry!” Tao Zhi apologized hurriedly and hastily pulled his foot back.

The sudden emptiness on his face made Fu Zheng inexplicably feel empty inside too.

“I just wanted to tell you that your brother replied…”

Fu Zheng: “…”

Fu Zheng let out an “oh” and casually grabbed the thin blanket Tao Zhi had neatly folded that morning when he got up, draping it over his knees.

Finally normal.

“Give me your phone.” Fu Zheng’s tone was cold and hard at that moment.

Extremely cold, like icicles under the winter eaves. It scared Tao Zhi into not daring to say another word, and he quickly handed over his phone.

Fu Zheng took the phone and went out.

He wanted to see just what that thing Fu Si Heng had sent that made it so hard for Tao Zhi to reply.

But as soon as he looked down.

Skirts.

Clothes.

Shoes.

Matching accessories.

Several full sets in a row.

Fu Zheng’s face twisted instantly, nearly crushing Tao Zhi’s phone.

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But he still accepted these things on Tao Zhi’s behalf.

No other reason. According to his plan, Tao Zhi did need a lot of women’s clothes. And he really was… strapped for cash.

The money he had left was only enough to buy one set from Rong Huai. The affordable stuff in malls didn’t meet his pampered tastes; he felt it wasn’t worthy.

Since Fu Si Heng was willing to play the sucker, let him.

The clothes arrived a few days later, but unfortunately, Tao Zhi had a full schedule that day.

Fu Zheng had time, though, since he skipped his last afternoon class.

When he received Tao Zhi’s message, Fu Zheng called him back and said he would go pick them up.

Tao Zhi was shocked.

How could he let the young master do manual labor? Tao Zhi immediately saw this as a chance to show loyalty and said he would go right after class.

Fu Zheng was displeased but couldn’t say why, so he just told Tao Zhi not to babble and went to the security office with a cold face to pick up Tao Zhi’s things.

By chance, Rong Huai had time that day and came to deliver clothes to Fu Zheng too.

A light green spaghetti-strap long dress, along with matching shoes, totaling over 10,000.

Fu Zheng took them back to the dorm together and casually opened them all.

He had been drawn to this dress at first sight when he bought it.

A fresh color, perfect for Tao Zhi’s pure type.

It was expensive, but he gritted his teeth and bought it.

But now, he also unpacked the other clothes from Fu Si Heng.

High-end custom gowns from several luxury brands, showpieces, all sorts of miscellaneous clothes piled together—simple ones, elaborate ones, everything.

In comparison, his green dress looked utterly ordinary.

Fu Zheng scowled as he unpacked all the clothes, starting to feel upset again.

First, he cursed Fu Si Heng for being shameless—what kind of clothes were these?—then stood there for a while, as if making a huge decision. He called one of his old bros from before.

The resentful bro who got scammed out of 178,000 in an online romance.

It took two or three calls to get through. Fu Zheng awkwardly broached the subject of borrowing money.

Not much, just 200,000. Pocket change for him. But that 178k bro immediately shook his head and refused: “Second Young Master, it’s not that I won’t lend it to you—I would—but your brother… Brother Heng won’t allow it.”

“Really no way, Second Young Master.”

Fu Zheng: “…”

Nice.

Fu Zheng’s face looked awful after hanging up.

Fu Si Heng was doing everything to block all his paths.

In that case, don’t blame him for being ruthless.

Fu Zheng thought ruthlessly.