“Fine,” Fu Si Heng agreed.
Big bro was big bro; he’d eaten ten more years of rice, so his emotions were far more stable than little bro’s. A request that would normally get Fu Zheng calling him an idiot was easily approved here, with a steady voice showing no impatience whatsoever.
Nice.
At that thought, Tao Zhi sneaked a glance at Fu Zheng.
Fu Zheng had just turned his head away, or he’d have exploded seeing that look.
“Change into the clothes first,” Fu Si Heng instructed.
Tao Zhi hurriedly mm-hmmed several times.
Fu Zheng turned his head at that moment too.
This was his revenge plan; no matter how annoyed he was, he wouldn’t throw a tantrum.
Fu Zheng tactfully stayed silent and just tilted his head, signaling Tao Zhi to change in the bathroom.
Tao Zhi got it and hugged the skirt as he went in.
Once his figure vanished, Fu Zheng stood up with a grim face and walked to Tao Zhi’s desk, glancing at the call screen on the phone.
This was all Fu Si Heng had?
Tch.
No challenge at all.
Fu Zheng sneered silently.
–
About ten minutes later, Tao Zhi emerged from the bathroom in the skirt.
For someone new to women’s clothes, even a halter dress was tricky.
No one helped him; it took ages to find the zipper. He fumbled and finally got it on, but before heading out, he caught sight of his empty chest in the mirror. Tao Zhi: “…”
Seriously, how could this look good? And Fu Zheng still fantasized about using him to seduce Fu Si Heng and steal business secrets… Sometimes he really had no idea what went on in Fu Zheng’s head, always calling him the idiot.
Clearly, Fu Zheng was the real idiot.
Tao Zhi pulled at his chest, blushing as he walked out.
Fu Zheng was still standing there playing on his phone. He looked up at the sound.
“…” He froze, mouth agape, then quickly recovered, pursed his lips, and silenced his phone with a sour expression.
Tao Zhi didn’t notice his face.
He was too busy now, with no time for Fu Zheng, and went straight to his spot.
The call screen was still on. Tao Zhi picked up the phone, cleared his throat, and spoke: “Fu-ge?”
“Are you still there? I changed into the clothes.”
“Mm.” Fu Si Heng’s voice responded quickly.
The low, magnetic timbre transmitted through the speaker: “Put on the waist chain first.”
“Oh.” Tao Zhi held the phone in one hand and reached for the waist chain draped over the chair back with the other.
The waist chain was the longest one, a silver fine chain adorned with intricate metal decorations and pearls. He found it, but struggled with how to put it on single-handed. Tie it directly around the waist?
He held one end futilely.
“Put the phone down,” Fu Si Heng said, as if he could picture Tao Zhi’s predicament. “Turn on speaker and set it on the desk.”
Tao Zhi: “…”
He felt embarrassed again; his cheeks heated up as he did as told.
As soon as he set the phone down, Fu Si Heng’s voice came through: “There’s a sapphire chest clasp in the accessories bag.”
“Clasp it at the chest.” He paused, then his voice deepened.
So cool.
“At the chest, in the middle of the V-neck.”
“Oh…”
Chest, chest…
Tao Zhi looked down, fumbling blindly at the fabric with his fingers.
“Hook one end of the waist chain to the chest clasp—the one with the pearl tassel goes in front,” Fu Si Heng said, imagining Tao Zhi’s movements.
The dark fabric should make his skin look even paler.
The little idiot’s first time in something like this would leave him flustered, tugging at the chest fabric to reveal a swath of fair collarbone.
Right, if he was too skinny, the halter straps might slip.
So, would they fall?
The straps dangling loosely from his shoulders—
“Fu-ge, slow down, don’t go too fast,” Tao Zhi said, struggling to keep up.
He groped for the chest chain forever before finding the segment Fu Si Heng meant, but for some reason, it wouldn’t hook.
Tao Zhi grew anxious, which only made him more clumsy—
A hand suddenly reached over and snatched the waist chain from him.
Tao Zhi looked up to see Fu Zheng had come over at some point.
He was such a weird guy.
Clearly here to help, yet wearing a face like someone owed him eight million.
So fierce, impatient, brows furrowed, lips pressed into a straight line.
…Then he leaned down to clasp the chain.
Mm.
Too close.
Fu Zheng’s stubbly hair brushed his chest, making Tao Zhi uncomfortable; he shrank back a bit.
“Is it clasped?” Fu Si Heng asked.
“Ah, y-yes, clasped,” Tao Zhi snapped back to attention and answered.
Fu Si Heng hummed: “Wrap the sides around to the back and clasp.”
Wrap to the back and clasp…
Tao Zhi pulled one end of the waist chain—
Fu Zheng half-squatted and flipped Tao Zhi around.
Tao Zhi braced his hands on his desk while Fu Zheng held his waist from behind.
His thin belly pressed against the desk edge; Fu Zheng pinned him so his waist dipped slightly.
The rear wrapped in luxurious satin perked up a bit.
“Is it clasped?” Fu Si Heng asked.
“…Clasping now.” Tao Zhi took a deep breath.
Fu Si Heng: “Mm.”
…
Such a slim waist.
The chain was clasped, but Fu Zheng’s hand didn’t withdraw.
Instead, while Tao Zhi talked to Fu Si Heng, he awkwardly reached out to measure…
“Fu Zheng.” Tao Zhi turned his head and mouthed his name silently.
But Fu Zheng, guilty as charged, lost control of his expression from the scare.
“Chest chain, chest chain.” Tao Zhi tasted the benefits of help and, unwilling to flail around like a headless fly again, immediately handed the chest chain to Fu Zheng.
“…”
Fu Zheng didn’t take it, just looked up at Tao Zhi.
The deep V halter dress had thin straps on rounded shoulders, exposing a vast expanse of snowy, delicate skin at the chest. The hollowed collarbone curved finely and elegantly, glistening under the overhead light.
Suddenly, Fu Zheng felt like a huge sucker.
He did all the work, while Fu Si Heng reaped the benefits.
Thinking of Tao Zhi taking photos later, Fu Zheng couldn’t hold back a curse.
“Mm?” Fu Si Heng heard it.
His voice deepened: “Who’s talking?”
