Chapter 7: The Vicious Fake Rich Young Master · 7

Su Wenyu mentally reviewed this day. It seemed he’d already seen pretty much everything of Zhou Xu’s body that should and shouldn’t be seen.

Aside from the long legs encased in pants… everything else had already been displayed clean and clear for him.

Zhou Xu was currently half-crouching with his back to the French doors, appearing to be tidying things up.

He really probably had no clue his terrace connected to Su Wenyu’s. Not only were the curtains wide open, but the French doors themselves were open.

Su Wenyu politely considered whether he should avert his gaze but then figured—they were both men, what was there to avoid? So he looked even more brazenly.

Zhou Xu’s bare torso was the picture of an inverted triangle—broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted. When his back muscles unconsciously tensed, they showed the hard ridges of his muscle, yet due to excellent proportions from proper training, they didn’t look overdone at all.

It was even the kind of physique that appeared slim in clothes but muscular when bare.

At least, it was only when Su Wenyu had wiped the red wine off him that he’d felt through his fingertips just how terrific Zhou Xu’s build really was.

Looking at Zhou Xu’s physique, then down at his own slender arms due to his illness, a surge of envy welled up in Su Wenyu’s heart.

Zhou Xu definitely had the dream body for the vast majority of men.

Su Wenyu also wished he had a healthy body and strong muscles, not this sickly, slender frame that looked like he’d fall over with a single push.

520 heard his internal yearning. It wanted to help but was powerless.

For convenience, each Small World’s body copied the data from the Host’s real-world body. This meant even if Su Wenyu trained hard for twelve hours a day in a Small World, he wouldn’t gain a single bit of muscle.

[It’s okay, Host. Once you save up enough Points and return to the real world, you can train hard and achieve that strong body!] 520 chose to comfort him with a grand fantasy.

As long as the fantasy was grand enough, the Host would always take the bait!

Su Wenyu smiled and thanked 520 for its comfort. Compared to a strong body, he really just wanted good health most of all.

[Twenty-five minutes remaining for the mission. You should go in.] 520 prompted.

[No rush.] Su Wenyu was basking in the sun, slightly squinting, leaning lazily against the edge of the terrace.

Su Wenyu felt that understanding Zhou Xu better would make his future actions easier.

Completing the mission while threading the needle to avoid getting beaten up… It was actually quite tough, but Su Wenyu had never been one to give up easily.

From Su Wenyu’s perspective, Zhou Xu was probably sorting through things brought from his previous home. A worn suitcase with frayed edges and a woven bag.

Su Wenyu guessed Zhou Xu’s previous living conditions weren’t very good. Although the clothes he wore today were very clean, the hems and fabric clearly showed they’d been washed many times.

But Zhou Xu had a calm, steady personality. His previous parents had educated him well. Upon arriving at the Su mansion and seeing the luxury, he didn’t act servile or arrogant. Trying to verbally insult him to raise the Villain Value likely wouldn’t work well. But testing his limits might be an option.

Su Wenyu observed from outside for nearly five minutes, watching Zhou Xu unpack all the books from his suitcase and arrange them on the desk, before he finally straightened up. Without intentionally softening his footsteps, he walked to the French doors.

‘Tap, tap.’

Su Wenyu gently knocked twice on the glass, meeting Zhou Xu’s startled gaze as he looked over. “Excuse me, may I come in?”

Su Wenyu asked politely, but in reality, he had already let himself in before Zhou Xu could even reply.

Zhou Xu’s frown was immediate. He put down the book in his hand and glanced at the French doors behind him. “How did you get in here? Are the terraces connected?”

“Just came to say hi.” Su Wenyu didn’t answer his question.

Zhou Xu pressed his lips together. A surge of anger rose in his heart.

He had clearly warned him—he was his brother, dead straight, don’t think what you shouldn’t.

Now barging in uninvited… what did he intend to do?

Zhou Xu’s expression was full of wariness. Seeing it, Su Wenyu actually wanted to laugh a little.

“Although I didn’t get the chance to explain earlier, I wanted to say… I’m not gay,” Su Wenyu said.

Zhou Xu didn’t really believe him.

Falling into his arms the moment they met? Saying he was ‘too hard’ and hurt him? Seeing him in the bathroom? And then at lunch, deliberately pouring red wine on him, using it as an excuse to grope his whole body… and that’s called not being gay?

Zhou Xu might be a straight guy, but he wasn’t stupid. His gaydar had never been wrong.

“No need to explain. Even if you aren’t gay, I’d still like you to keep your distance from me.” Zhou Xu walked over to the French doors, gestured for him to leave. “Please get out.”

Su Wenyu raised an eyebrow slightly. His gaze swept over Zhou Xu’s upper body before he spoke slowly, reminding him: “Maybe you could put on a shirt before you say that to me?”

Only then did Zhou Xu remember he was still shirtless!

He was so used to being bare-chested in dorms and his own room, he hadn’t reacted immediately.

Zhou Xu quickly dug a clean T-shirt out of his woven bag and pulled it over his head in a few swift moves, covering his muscular body and blocking Su Wenyu’s utterly unsubtle stare.

And he still said he wasn’t gay. His eyes were practically glued to him.

Zhou Xu’s ear tips flushed, somewhere between anger and embarrassment. He demanded: “Are you leaving or not?”

Su Wenyu was here to complete a mission. Naturally, he couldn’t leave before it was done.

“I’ll leave in a bit.” Su Wenyu walked over to him, looking at the open woven bag and suitcase at his feet. “You only brought this much stuff?”

Zhou Xu’s suitcase was filled with books and some daily essentials. The woven bag only held a year’s worth of clothes for all seasons. It didn’t look like much, barely enough for daily rotation.

Recalling the System-issued mission, Su Wenyu crouched down by the woven bag. He deliberately rummaged through the clothes inside, even pulling one out to examine.

“These clothes of yours are so old. Why are you still keeping them?” Adopting a pampered tone that seemed utterly oblivious to common hardship, Su Wenyu pinched the fabric between his fingers with disdain and tossed it onto the nearby sofa.

Zhou Xu’s frown instantly deepened. Seeing someone he’d just met today rifling through his belongings couldn’t possibly make anyone happy.

“What exactly did you come here for?” Zhou Xu really wanted to just grab this person’s arm and throw him out. But Su Wenyu looked too frail. Zhou Xu was afraid a little force would snap his bones.

No matter what, this person was currently his ‘younger brother.’ If he actually hurt him, he’d have to answer to the family.

New to this home, Zhou Xu could only suppress his temper and watch Su Wenyu toss his belongings out piece by piece, quickly creating a mess all around.

“Not a single thing here fit to wear.” Su Wenyu dusted off his hands and stood up, looking utterly disdainful. He looked Zhou Xu’s physique up and down before saying, “How about you tell me your measurements, and I’ll buy you a few sets of new clothes?”

Zhou Xu: “…”

Ah. So that was his angle.

He’d rummaged through his clothes for ages just to come up with an excuse to ask for his measurements.

A conniving gay man through and through.

Zhou Xu felt he’d seen right through Su Wenyu’s little scheme. He couldn’t even be bothered to spare him another look. He simply knelt on one knee and began tidying up the clothes that had been thrown around.

Su Wenyu casually strolled around the room. Every now and then, he’d stretch out a hand to touch things on the desk or flip through the various books Zhou Xu had just arranged. “So, are you currently studying or working?”

Zhou Xu didn’t want to acknowledge him and stayed silent.

Su Wenyu didn’t get angry either. Looking at a book—he had no idea what subject—with notes written in red pen in the margins, he idly flipped through a couple more pages.

From this book, it seemed Zhou Xu was roughly the same age as him, probably in university, just on summer break.

In his mind, 520 was already announcing the ‘messing up the room’ part of the mission as completed. All that was left was the ‘verbal taunt’ requirement.

Earlier, Su Wenyu had thought that disdainfully calling his clothes old was already mocking his previous impoverished life.

But he hadn’t expected Zhou Xu to not care about that at all. So the mission hadn’t met the standard.

This guy’s limits were harder to gauge than he thought. Sarcastic digs about poverty meant nothing to him.

520 helpfully reminded: [Eight minutes remaining until mission deadline.]

Half-completed was still uncompleted. 520 had more urgency than the Host.

Su Wenyu closed the book, casually placed it back, and then slowly walked over to stand right in front of Zhou Xu. He stopped.

Zhou Xu’s folding motion paused. He looked up at him. “What now?”

At this moment, Zhou Xu was kneeling on one knee. With Su Wenyu standing before him, it looked almost as if it was Su Wenyu he was kneeling to.

“You know… ever since it was discovered I’m not the Su family’s true son, the internet has been flooded with mockery of me. Calling me a thief who stole someone else’s life. Saying I’m a cuckoo in the nest. Saying that once the Real Young Master was found, the Su family would discard me without mercy.”

Su Wenyu spoke in an even tone about what had happened to the original ‘Su Wenyu.’ He looked at Zhou Xu’s frowning face and couldn’t help a light laugh. “Are you also among those people?”

“You must have felt pretty great inside when you found out you were the Real Young Master, huh?”

The online storm back then had been massive.

Not just various social apps, but short video platforms, forums—everywhere was plastered with posts about the true and false young master.

If it were just an ordinary wealthy family, it might not have caused such a stir.

But the Su family was too rich. So rich that when ordinary people learned the Su family’s son wasn’t biological, their appetite for drama and schadenfreude intensified even more.

Even though Zhou Xu rarely went online, even in high school, he’d inevitably overheard discussions about this matter.

But Zhou Xu had never participated in the topic. Not even when he learned he was the Su family’s biological son.

Zhou Xu didn’t want to explain himself further to Su Wenyu and began shooing him away. “If you’ve got nothing else, leave.”

Su Wenyu didn’t leave. Not only did he not leave, but right before Zhou Xu’s eyes, he lifted his foot and placed it squarely on his knee.

This move dumfounded Zhou Xu on the spot. He couldn’t react for a long moment.

“You don’t, but I do.” Su Wenyu’s foot, clad in a leather shoe, pressed lightly on Zhou Xu’s knee. His voice remained soft. “I used to wonder… just what kind of person this Real Young Master, envied by the whole internet, would be.”

A smile touched Su Wenyu’s lips. His gaze swept critically over Zhou Xu’s clothes, washed so pale they were fading, as if looking at a country bumpkin.

“Looking now… your former family must have been truly poor to have raised you to look like this.”

Su Wenyu lifted his chin in a haughty, pampered manner. His fine leather shoe slowly ground down on Zhou Xu’s knee with a soft laugh. “So what if you’re the Real Young Master?”

“Right now, you’re still beneath my foot.”