Leaving Fu Zheng, who had prepared an excuse to save face, stunned in place. After a moment, he rudely cursed at the beeping phone.
–
When getting food, Tao Zhi hesitated a bit but still bought Fu Zheng the priciest 20-yuan combo from No. 2 Canteen: three meats and one veggie.
Because his own was the cheapest 10-yuan one, and he figured even if Fu Zheng wanted to slum it, he probably wouldn’t want this.
If Fu Zheng really wanted cafeteria food, he could’ve gone to No. 7 Canteen for him.
That one was pricier, with better dishes.
But he forgot to mention it today, and didn’t feel like detouring… Honest guys weren’t always completely honest. A little slacking, not fully considering the sugar daddy, wouldn’t get noticed.
Tao Zhi swiped his meal card, paid for both, and happily carried the takeout back to the dorm.
He was a very easily satisfied person.
As long as classes ended without Fu Zheng making trouble, it was a great day.
Fu Zheng wasn’t making trouble now, so he was in a good mood.
At seven in the evening, Tao Zhi pushed open the dorm door.
Compared to the clean dorm he’d left that morning, it now looked much messier.
Because Fu Zheng had unpacked all the clothes from Fu Si Heng.
The packaging boxes, dust bags, and such were all haphazardly tossed into the trash bin.
The bin overflowed, with extras scattered around.
Seeing this, Tao Zhi immediately set down his food, eyes lively as he prepared to clean up.
Fu Zheng: “…”
Fu Zheng watched his movements and, for some reason, felt inexplicably annoyed.
When Tao Zhi squatted to pick up trash, he grabbed him by the collar, haphazardly shoved everything—the boxes piled in the corner by the door.
Then scooped up all the clothes scattered on Tao Zhi’s desk and chair, dumping them onto his own bed.
Leaving Tao Zhi dumbfounded.
Such a barbaric way to tidy…
“Just leave it like that. Eat first—I’m starving.” Fu Zheng said coldly.
“…”
“Oh, okay, okay.” Tao Zhi was hungry too, so he let it go for now.
He handed Fu Zheng his food, then sat in his chair to eat.
Tao Zhi ate happily.
When hungry, anything tasted good. But Fu Zheng frowned at his own dishes.
Then he saw Tao Zhi’s, and frowned even deeper.
Carrot stir-fry with pork, stir-fried lettuce stems, stir-fried baby greens.
“You eat this?” Fu Zheng asked incredulously.
“Hm?” Tao Zhi looked up, cheeks puffed: “Yeah, it’s good.”
Good?
“I’ve given you plenty of money.” Fu Zheng was speechless: “Eat better, at least.”
“I think it’s fine.” Tao Zhi looked at him with bewildered eyes.
Fu Zheng rolled his eyes.
Tao Zhi thought for a moment.
“If you don’t want it, leave it. Order takeout, and I’ll fetch it later.”
“… ” Tao Zhi knew exactly how to poke his sore spot.
Fu Zheng, who had resolved just days ago to eat cafeteria food from now on, instantly behaved.
He ate with his head down, but had no appetite. He gave most of the meat to Tao Zhi, picked at a few ribs, and left the rest untouched.
After finishing, he set down his chopsticks, his mind tallying Fu Si Heng’s crimes.
Vicious.
Brutal.
Inhumane.
Tyrannical.
Stopping his card was one thing, but blocking loans too—forcing him to ruthlessly sell luxury goods to survive.
So, it was all Fu Si Heng’s fault.
If his card hadn’t been stopped, he wouldn’t be like this. With money, he’d just drown Tao Zhi in cash until he was dizzy. Eat this?
Tch.
Very displeased.
With that, Fu Zheng’s hatred for Fu Si Heng deepened.
“He messaged you today, right?” He recalled this too.
Tao Zhi looked up again: “Mm-hmm.”
“Give me your phone.” Fu Zheng demanded without politeness.
And because Tao Zhi was so obedient, he handed it over and kept eating.
Fu Zheng skimmed the chat log.
“Stuffy sexy.”
A disdainful voice.
With a hint of gritted teeth.
“Hm?” Tao Zhi turned again.
Fu Zheng: “None of your business. Eat.”
Tao Zhi: “Oh.”
Tao Zhi lowered his head again.
Pretty obedient.
Cute looks, good personality—eating like a little bunny, nibbling daintily, cheeks puffing rhythmically. Neat eater, quiet, no sloppy noises.
No wonder he hooked Fu Si Heng—it made sense.
Ha.
He’d accidentally pulled it off.
Fu Zheng felt smug for a moment, thinking Fu Si Heng was nothing special.
But now, he needed to speed things up.
No time to slowly wear down Fu Si Heng. Kick him out sooner, and Tao Zhi could quit sooner… Fu Zheng frowned suddenly, suppressing the odd feeling rising inside.
–
Fu Si Heng didn’t feel hooked at all.
Aside from that one photo sent and withdrawn that weekend, Tao Zhi had hardly initiated contact.
When he occasionally “reminded” Tao Zhi, the guy brushed it off in a few words.
Like this afternoon.
Fu Si Heng had no meeting today; he just didn’t understand what Tao Zhi was thinking.
Some other tactic? Deliberately ignoring him?
Clever, but boring.
Fu Si Heng wouldn’t fall for such lame playing hard-to-get, much less be toyed with like Fu Zheng imagined.
Especially by someone who seemed… like a dumb idiot.
So today, he closed the chat with Tao Zhi early and immersed himself in work.
Until seven in the evening, when Wei Yu called him out for drinks.
Officially drinks, but really just curiosity about his idiot brother. Fu Si Heng knew.
Normally, he’d ignore it, but today he agreed.
After telling his assistant to clock out, Fu Si Heng stood, grabbed his car keys, and headed for the door.
Just then, his phone chimed.
He pulled open the door, glanced down at the message.
Little Cute Bunny: [Brother Fu, how do I put this one on?]
Little Cute Bunny: [Picture]
Tao Zhi had sent a deep blue long skirt.
The design was complex, with several jewelry chains nearby—he had no clue where to start.
Fu Si Heng’s gaze darkened.
Out of all those outfits, he picked the exact one he liked most…
Fu Si Heng closed the door and sat back in his office chair.
He dialed Tao Zhi’s number.
