Tao Zhi didn’t expect Fu Si Heng to call.
After he finished eating, he simply tidied up the dorm before Fu Zheng dragged him over to the skirts.
Fu Zheng told him to pick out the clothes he would photograph for Fu Si Heng that night.
Tao Zhi’s reaction was: “…”
Tao Zhi was genuinely a beat slow.
Fu Zheng had already put the skirts away for him, but he hadn’t even thought about continuing to wear women’s clothing to take photos for Fu Si Heng afterward.
He had even naively assumed these clothes might be for wearing the next time they met… It was only after Fu Zheng reminded him that he realized.
Sigh.
Something like cross-dressing got easier after the first time.
After hesitating for a moment, Tao Zhi figured it wasn’t so bad. Online interaction was always a bit better than in person.
It was just taking some photos, after all—far preferable to hanging around Fu Si Heng, making awkward small talk, deliberately touching his arm, hooking his fingers, pulling out all the stops only for the other man not to spare him a glance…
This setup was pretty good.
Tao Zhi quickly came around and willingly agreed, carefully selecting a skirt.
He was afraid Fu Zheng would make him take more embarrassing leg photos, so he cautiously chose a long skirt.
—The honest guy had learned to get smart, developing his own little schemes.
“Is this okay?” Tao Zhi held it up and asked Fu Zheng’s opinion.
Fu Zheng: “Whatever.”
They were all gifts from Fu Si Heng anyway; it didn’t matter what he wore.
…
Fuck.
Tao Zhi had actually picked one of Fu Si Heng’s skirts.
What taste.
Fu Zheng felt a bit annoyed.
With a stern face, he tossed the green skirt into Tao Zhi’s closet. Then, he roughly shoved the remaining skirts from Fu Si Heng into his own closet all at once.
There were too many clothes, and Fu Zheng didn’t organize them properly, so the closet door barely closed.
Tao Zhi watched this barbaric method with trepidation but didn’t dare voice any opinion.
Because Fu Zheng’s expression wasn’t great.
Tao Zhi pretended not to notice, ignored him, and lowered his head to examine the skirt in his hands.
The skirt looked simple at first glance—a deep sapphire blue halter long dress, with a profound and mysterious color. The hem had distinct layers adorned with sequins that sparkled brightly.
Tao Zhi held it up to himself and figured it should be fine.
But unexpectedly, besides the skirt, there was a huge package of accessories.
Tao Zhi opened it to find it full of jewelry chains, which made his head spin; he had no idea what they were for.
With no other choice, he had to ask Fu Zheng.
He hesitated and edged closer, asking softly, “Are these for the neck or the wrists?”
Fu Zheng was still a bit upset that his own clothes hadn’t been chosen, and it took nearly ten seconds before he replied, “On the clothes.”
Though Fu Zheng didn’t know much more than Tao Zhi, he had seen a bit of the world before—at banquets, balls, and fashion shows.
But as for exactly how to wear them, he was clueless too.
—That didn’t stop him from calling Tao Zhi an idiot.
“Idiot, you don’t even know this?”
Hadn’t he picked this one at a glance?
Tao Zhi pursed his lips sneakily, looking unconvinced.
“Ask Fu Si Heng. It’s his clothes; he definitely knows,” Fu Zheng said disdainfully.
“Oh.”
That was a method too.
Tao Zhi completely missed the sarcasm in Fu Zheng’s words and actually placed the skirt on the desk to start taking photos.
Fu Zheng felt his blood pressure rising, though he wasn’t sure exactly why.
He held it in.
“No reply yet?” Fu Zheng asked, feeling stifled.
Tao Zhi: “Not yet, maybe he’s busy.”
Around five o’clock, Fu Si Heng had said he had a meeting; maybe it hadn’t ended yet.
Right.
After all, he was the president of such a huge company; how could he have time to message and play around every day?
With that thought, Tao Zhi felt relieved.
What if Fu Si Heng was super, super busy today? Then he wouldn’t even have to change into women’s clothes and take photos?
Just as the idea surfaced, his phone suddenly rang without warning.
Tao Zhi jumped in fright, then looked at the caller ID on the screen and jumped again.
“Fu Zheng, your brother’s calling!” Tao Zhi said in a panic, looking like he was facing a formidable enemy.
Fu Zheng: “…”
He heard the idiot.
Damn, Fu Si Heng was completely under the thumb of an idiot. What a total loser.
“Answer it,” Fu Zheng said, jerking his chin at Tao Zhi.
Huh?!
Tao Zhi pointed at the phone, then at himself.
Fu Zheng remained expressionless.
F-Fine.
Tao Zhi swiped to answer: “Hello? Hello… Fu-ge.”
He almost forgot to pitch his voice higher and hurriedly corrected it at the end, so Fu Si Heng didn’t notice.
“Mm.” Fu Si Heng’s low, indifferent voice came through the speaker.
“Can’t wear the clothes?”
“Yeah.” Tao Zhi pursed his lips.
After glancing at Fu Zheng, he steeled himself and spoke to Fu Si Heng: “I can wear the skirt, but the accessories… I don’t know…”
“The longest one with the sapphire is the waist chain,” Fu Si Heng told him.
Ah…
Waist chain?
Tao Zhi quickly found the item as instructed.
“I-I see it,” Tao Zhi said hurriedly, gripping the phone tightly.
“Mm, the droplet chain is the chest chain.”
“You know the choker, right? Wear it around your neck.”
…
Fu Si Heng explained several accessories in a row, then finally asked, “Got it now?”
Tao Zhi: “…”
He had listened and understood, recognized them all, but…
“Fu-ge, could you not hang up? I listened once and think I get it, but I haven’t put them on yet, so I’m not totally sure.”
Tao Zhi requested softly.
Fu Zheng: .
What a total idiot.
He was basically sending perks to an old man, yet he spoke so politely, like he was the one asking a favor.
Didn’t even realize he was being taken advantage of.
Idiot.
Fu Zheng ground his teeth in annoyance, wondering why he’d picked an idiot for his tasks.
It was all Fu Si Heng’s fault.
If Fu Si Heng hadn’t frozen his card, he could’ve hired someone more experienced outside.
Fu Si Heng ruined everything.
