Chapter 66
At which word did this turn into Chinese?
Why can’t I understand a single thing anymore?
The statement was so shocking that Bai Tainian felt as if someone had smashed the back of his head with a baseball bat. His face was full of disbelief.
What exactly was this suddenly appearing ex-boyfriend babbling about?
At a glance, he looked like the type who had been dumped, couldn’t accept it, and was now clinging shamelessly to his ex.
Bai Tainian had been single for over a year. After finally meeting someone who made his heart move, there was no way he would let go so easily.
If Xia Fengsheng was willing to give things a try with him, then he would not go on a dating show afterward.
Shi Ye was wearing a hoodie, the oversized hood covering his head so his face could not be seen clearly.
Bai Tainian sneered, “Sir, don’t you find your own behavior embarrassing?”
He spoke with open ridicule.
Anyone with even a little self-respect would never do something like this in broad daylight.
But Shi Ye acted as if he hadn’t heard a word.
Face? Dignity? He did not want them anymore. They were all bullshit.
If he cared about face and dignity, would Xia Fengsheng get back together with him?
No!
He didn’t want anything anymore.
He only wanted Xia Fengsheng.
Seeing Xia Fengsheng with someone else hurt worse than death.
A second ago—
Shi Ye: Xia Fengsheng deserves to be with someone better.
The next second—
Shi Ye: I’m that better person!
From now on, he would treat Xia Fengsheng twice as well, make up for all the blank years they had lost.
They had been separated because of a misunderstanding, not because they had stopped loving each other.
Xia Fengsheng loved him. Xia Fengsheng loved him most.
And besides, that man was not even the kind of puppy-boyfriend Xia Fengsheng liked.
Xia Fengsheng’s real puppy was him, and only him!!!
Bai Tainian said, “Sir, with all due respect, this is far too embarrassing. How could a man possibly get pregnant?”
Shi Ye shot him a glance. “Twins.”
Bai Tainian: !
Bai Tainian was stunned. He stepped forward to pull Shi Ye away. “Sir, don’t be ridiculous. Go to a hospital and get your brain checked.”
Shi Ye ignored him. He only hugged Xia Fengsheng’s leg tighter, tilted his head up, and said each word with strained seriousness, “I’m pregnant.”
Xia Fengsheng had originally intended to pull his leg free. They had not run into each other these past few days; he had no idea what had gotten into Shi Ye or why he was suddenly acting insane.
But when he saw Shi Ye’s disheveled, shattered expression, he stopped.
Xia Fengsheng stood there in silence for a few seconds, then finally let out a helpless sigh.
He lifted his head and said to Bai Tainian, “Yes. We have a child.”
Bai Tainian: ???
What the hell was going on?
Did insanity spread by contact?
Or was he really pregnant?
Xia Fengsheng said it with a completely serious face. Bai Tainian stood there dumbstruck, then slowly raised both hands to hold his head.
What, Really?!
Mr. Xia could get a man pregnant?!
Bai Tainian’s worldview took a heavy blow. Just then, a gust of spring wind swept through and blew Shi Ye’s hood off.
The face that had been hidden all this time was suddenly exposed. Bai Tainian stared at the man clinging to Xia Fengsheng’s leg, his pupils shaking violently.
He knew him.
Shi Ye.
Bai Tainian was twenty-seven this year, while Shi Ye was twenty-four. Their ages were close enough.
He had studied ballet since childhood. Back when he had worked desperately to get into the affiliated dance academy, Shi Ye had already been accepted as Master Heyu’s student.
Heyu’s name was thunderous in the dance world. To become his student was practically the dream of every young ballet dancer of their age. Just catching a glimpse of Master Heyu was enough to make a person so excited they couldn’t sleep for half a month.
Let alone shaking his hand or getting his autograph.
He remembered once during a school lunch break, he saw online the news that Heyu had taken on a student—Shi Ye, the boy genius of the ballet circle.
He had envied him. He had been jealous of him. He had often gone to watch Shi Ye perform, trying to figure out exactly where Shi Ye’s dancing was better than his own.
Basically, as long as Shi Ye had a performance, Bai Tainian would buy a ticket and go watch.
But later, because of bone development issues, Shi Ye stopped dancing after he turned eighteen. From then on, Bai Tainian never heard any news about that once-untouchable imaginary rival again.
He never expected that the next time he saw Shi Ye, it would be in this manner.
Bai Tainian stood there blankly. “You’re Shi Ye?”
Shi Ye, still hugging Xia Fengsheng’s leg, stiffened.
He knows me?
Bai Tainian looked at him, then at Xia Fengsheng, muttering, “This is insane.”
“This is absolutely insane.”
Then, clutching the huge piece of gossip he had just obtained, Bai Tainian turned and hurried away at a fast pace.
Shi Ye: ……
Xia Fengsheng: ……
Well then. If nothing unexpected happened, it would not take long before the circle was spreading rumors that Shi Ye had been impregnated by a man.
Since Bai Tainian was already gone, Xia Fengsheng rubbed his temples with a headache and looked down at Shi Ye.
“What exactly are you trying to do?”
Hadn’t he already started getting involved with some cute-looking new person?
Why come back to him now?
Shi Ye did not answer. Instead, with reddened eyes, he looked up at him and said, “Xia Fengsheng, I want chocolate ice cream.”
—
At the same time, after finally finishing work, Shen Jiyan found Xia Fengsheng’s voice message in his voicemail inbox.
That beautiful, captivating voice, like spring water in an empty valley, flowed from the phone. After listening, Shen Jiyan’s face unconsciously flushed red.
He suddenly understood why Shi Ye was so hopelessly obsessed with Xia Fengsheng.
He really did have that certain irresistible charm about him.
After hearing it, Shen Jiyan felt like he was about to fall for him too.
If Shi Ye heard that voice message, he’d probably love Xia Fengsheng for the rest of his life and never be able to let go.
After listening, Shen Jiyan clicked his tongue a few times, planning to let Shi Ye hear the audio the next time they met.
Then he casually opened WeChat and went to chat with Ding Qizhen.
Shen Jiyan: “I know why Shi Ye loves Xia Fengsheng so much now. He really is charming.”
Compared to how Shi Ye had been impossible to track down these past few days, Ding Qizhen replied enthusiastically fast. “Right? Brother Xia is seriously charming.”
He still remembered that night when he’d been robbed, how Xia Fengsheng had shown up in the middle of the crisis and saved him from the thug.
Shen Jiyan replied with a smile, “He really does have taste. No wonder Shi Ye’s been half-dead over him.”
Ding Qizhen: “Back in high school, Xia Fengsheng treated Shi Ye as someone special. That’s why he left such a one-of-a-kind place in Shi Ye’s heart.”
Shen Jiyan got curious. “How special?”
He had heard vaguely about how they got together—something about Xia Fengsheng taking the initiative and forcing the relationship—but he had heard very little about the actual course of their romance.
Shi Ye never shared those things with them. To him, romance was private.
Plenty of men liked to brag about how many people they had dated, proudly talking about how far things had gone, using it to polish their own image.
Shi Ye hated that kind of behavior, so he never spoke about his relationships, let alone intimate things, as if they were material for others’ amusement.
Ding Qizhen replied, “Xia Fengsheng once let Shi Ye taste what chocolate was like.”
Shen Jiyan was shocked. “But isn’t Shi Ye allergic to chocolate?”
—
Meanwhile, Xia Fengsheng walked several streets before finally finding a cheap ice cream shop attached to a little schoolside convenience store.
“Boss, three chocolate ice creams.”
The owner, a woman around thirty, smiled when she heard the order. “Coming right up.”
She took three cones from the freezer, walked to the soft-serve machine, and filled them with chocolate ice cream.
Xia Fengsheng took the ice creams and walked back out. Shi Ye was waiting for him under a lush green tree by the roadside.
He gave Shi Ye two cones and kept one for himself.
“Eat.”
The elegant, delicate face of present-day Xia Fengsheng overlapped for a moment with the younger face he’d had in high school.
Shi Ye glanced at him, the hood still pulled over his head, and lowered his head to eat.
Xia Fengsheng bit into his own cone. The chocolate flavor melted on his tongue.
Shi Ye was allergic to chocolate. If he wanted chocolate ice cream, he couldn’t eat the kind made with real ingredients—only this kind from cheap little shops, all additives and nothing natural.
Back in high school, Shi Ye had once said he didn’t know what chocolate tasted like, so Xia Fengsheng had secretly taken him out to eat it once or twice.
Not many times, because Shi Ye had needed to control his weight back then and couldn’t eat too much.
After buying the ice cream, the two of them went to a nearby park.
Seated on a bench, they left a person’s width of space between them. Xia Fengsheng rested one arm on the back of the bench, crossed his long legs, and slowly ate the ice cream in his hand.
The cold dessert made his already-red lips look even redder.
After swallowing the last bite, Xia Fengsheng looked up at the clouds drifting overhead and let out a breath.
“Have you calmed down now?”
He always dealt with things steadily, with effortless ease.
Shi Ye, sitting beside him and eating his ice cream, nodded.
Shi Ye was still eating, and Xia Fengsheng ignored him, taking out his phone to look at it. The two of them did not speak much.
Just as Xia Fengsheng was wondering whether he should play a round of Bomberman—
Shi Ye suddenly said, “Tonight I want to sleep with you.”
Xia Fengsheng’s finger slipped on the controls, and the little character on the screen nearly blew itself up. His handsome brows knitted instantly. He turned around, ready to ask:
Do you even know what you’re saying?
But the next second, he met Shi Ye’s agonized eyes.
“Xia Fengsheng, I already know the reason you broke up with me back then.”
The phone in Xia Fengsheng’s hand nearly slipped and fell.
He turned his face away, his voice flat. “If you know, then you should also know that I took the money and broke up with you.”
As he spoke of how he had taken the money back then, Xia Fengsheng could not help feeling ashamed to face him.
And on top of that, in the very beginning, he had forced Shi Ye into the relationship by threatening him with Ding Qizhen’s cheating scandal.
He had wronged Shi Ye.
That was why, the first time they met again after seven years, he had instinctively resisted him.
He had been the one to abandon their relationship. He had no face to meet him.
“No, that’s not it!”
Xia Fengsheng froze.
Shi Ye hurriedly moved closer with his ice cream, looking at him with wet, puppy-like eyes. If you ignored the fact that he was such a big guy, he really did look like a dog.
“It’s not like that. I know you only took the money to save your mom. You didn’t do anything wrong to me.”
As he thought back to what happened seven years ago, Shi Ye’s throat grew painfully tight again. At such a terrible time, he had not been by Xia Fengsheng’s side.
And once he learned that Xia Fengsheng had never actually lost his memory, the pain in his heart only deepened.
The twenty-four-year-old Xia Fengsheng was polite, smooth, and refined, a gentleman who could handle himself anywhere in the world of fame and profit.
But only Shi Ye remembered—
The young Xia Fengsheng had once been the kind who would rather shatter like jade than survive as broken tile.
Over these years his personality had changed a great deal. He was no longer as taciturn as before, and there was now always a smile on his face.
How much hardship had he endured, how many grievances had he swallowed, for all his sharp edges to have been worn down into smoothness?
Only he knew how hard it had been for Xia Fengsheng to grow into the man he was now.
Fighting his way out of suffering, like tough grass forcing itself upward.
“Back then, when you chose money, that was the right choice. It wasn’t because you didn’t love me. It was because you were human—a living, breathing person. What chose the money wasn’t ‘Xia Fengsheng,’ it was human nature.”
But Shi Ye knew that Xia Fengsheng would never think of it that way.
He would definitely think he had betrayed him, betrayed what they had had.
But that wasn’t true.
Xia Fengsheng had wronged no one.
He had not abandoned him. He had only been deceived by his grandfather into believing Shi Ye’s leg had been broken by his family, and so he had let go, enduring it in silence.
The mere recollection made Shi Ye feel as if he might suffocate.
How had Xia Fengsheng gotten through those days back then?
And how had he gotten through these seven years after that?
In places where Shi Ye couldn’t see, he had swallowed all the bitterness alone and endured it all in torment.
Shi Ye’s eyes reddened as he took Xia Fengsheng’s hand. “Xia Fengsheng, I love you. I know you took the money to save your mom. That wasn’t your fault. I also know my grandfather used my health to threaten you, forced you to break up with me. I’m the one who failed to protect you.”
Xia Fengsheng clenched the fabric of his trousers in his fingers. “It had nothing to do with you.”
Shi Ye shook his head. “Xia Fengsheng, nobody in my family beat me. My leg was broken in a car accident because the driver fell asleep at the wheel. It had nothing to do with you.”
“You thought you’d harmed me, but all of that was made up to scare you. Nothing happened.”
The more Shi Ye spoke, the more his voice trembled. “If only I had found out sooner, maybe we wouldn’t have had to lose seven years.”
Seven years.
He blamed his grandfather, yes—but the person he hated most was himself.
He hated himself for having let Xia Fengsheng suffer wrongs for no reason, for bearing his family’s malice, for even failing his college entrance exam because of all of it.
He himself had suffered over the breakup, but Xia Fengsheng had been humiliated and had his future destroyed because of Shi Ye’s family.
He could never let go of Xia Fengsheng. Not seven years ago. Not seven years later.
Seeing Xia Fengsheng together with another man felt as if someone had carved open his chest and scattered his organs across the ground.
From now on, he would treat Xia Fengsheng twice as well. He would spend his whole life making it up to him.
So—
With tears spilling from his eyes, Shi Ye pleaded, “Xia Fengsheng, don’t throw me away.”
For the first two years after the breakup, he had loved sleep, because every time he slept, he dreamed of Xia Fengsheng. In those dreams, they were still together.
But as time passed, those dreams grew fewer and fewer. The clarity of having lost Xia Fengsheng only became more painful.
Xia Fengsheng looked at Shi Ye’s tears, and his chest tightened sharply, as though pierced clean through by a steel needle.
Over the past seven years, he too had longed for him just as much.
How could a heart not feel?
The line fit eighteen-year-old Xia Fengsheng, and it fit twenty-four-year-old Xia Fengsheng too.
This time, when they broke up, he had not dared look at the scar on Shi Ye’s face—just as, back then, he had not dared look at Shi Ye’s injured leg.
“Xia Fengsheng, I know you still love me. Back when the power went out and I slept in your bed, I saw the teddy bear.”
That teddy bear—the one he had given Xia Fengsheng—had been lovingly cared for for seven years, still perfectly intact, still kept by his side.
“Tonight I’ll come sleep with you. Let’s count that as making up, okay? I’ll definitely treat you even better from now on—”
He had tried to let go too. He had tried to tell himself that Xia Fengsheng should go find someone better.
But he discovered he couldn’t let go at all.
Xia Fengsheng hesitated.
Shi Ye lifted Xia Fengsheng’s hand and brought it up to his face, to the place on his cheek where the scar had once been.
He had kept putting scar-removal cream on it. Now the mark was gone, the wound completely healed, the ugly scar nowhere to be seen.
After that, he guided Xia Fengsheng’s hand down to his leg.
“It’s all healed.”
Xia Fengsheng’s hand rested on the right leg Shi Ye had once broken. His lips trembled.
Back then, the moment he heard that Shi Ye’s dancer’s leg had been broken, his heart had shattered.
It had felt like sharp scissors had cut him apart piece by piece, leaving him in such pain he could scarcely breathe.
Shi Ye’s voice was hoarse, but infinitely gentle. “Xia Fengsheng, it’s all healed now.”
Everything was fine now.
His wounds could heal. And the heart that loved him had never changed.
Shi Ye looked at him. “Xia Fengsheng, do you love me?”
He asked it again.
Just like back at the time of their breakup.
Xia Fengsheng, do you love me?
Xia Fengsheng seemed about to say something, but in the end it turned into silence.
Shi Ye did not press him for the answer. Patiently, he said, “Xia Fengsheng, let me teach you. If you love someone, you have to say it out loud. Between two people there can be privacy, but there can’t be secrets. When you’re together, you need more communication, more talking. Don’t leave misunderstandings hanging there.”
When it came to loving someone, Shi Ye had always been Xia Fengsheng’s best teacher.
“Xia Fengsheng, when I was with you, I was happy. I was so happy. You never brought me any pain. Even after we broke up, I thought of you every single day. I even dreamed of making up with you.”
The more he spoke, the more his nose stung. He laid himself bare before Xia Fengsheng and gripped his hand tightly.
“So, Xia Fengsheng, I’m asking you one more time. Do you love me?”
Xia Fengsheng looked into those tear-filled eyes. The cold shell he had worn for seven years finally cracked again. His own eyes reddened, tears shimmering within them.
At that moment, it felt as if he had returned to the snowy night they’d parted.
Behind him, Shi Ye had been crying his heart out, begging him not to leave.
He had wanted so badly to turn back and tell the Shi Ye lying in the snow, sobbing uncontrollably, that he loved him.
That he loved him most.
Before meeting Shi Ye, he had always thought he could go through life alone.
His feelings had been faint; he had not craved affection.
He had lived coldly, like some machine without emotions. So long as he was alive, that was enough. Everything else was optional.
But once the soul is loved, flesh and blood grow madly.
After seven years, the same scene had come again.
Only this time, winter had become spring.
The upturned fox eyes of Xia Fengsheng finally drooped helplessly, unable to suppress themselves any longer. In those eyes, the feelings he had kept caged all this time finally surfaced.
“Love.”
—
“Before, I was in the wrong. I was playing hard to get. I didn’t add anybody else on WeChat. That day I was just at a friend’s birthday party. I only scanned that guy’s PDD code and never added him as a friend. I didn’t expect you to see it and misunderstand.”
“I let you feel wronged. I only found out everything after all these years. I really deserve to die.”
“We’re never breaking up again. My family won’t beat me. And even if they do, they won’t beat me to death. What doesn’t kill me only makes me stronger.”
On the big bed, Xia Fengsheng was being held tightly in Shi Ye’s arms, his face pressed into Shi Ye’s chest as if he were nursing.
Xia Fengsheng: ……
After returning to the apartment, Shi Ye had rushed straight into the bathroom to shower. Before coming out, he had even styled his hair inside, getting himself all handsome and ready to be attended to.
It was still broad daylight outside, the sun hanging high, but the curtains in Xia Fengsheng’s bedroom had already been drawn.
When Xia Fengsheng came out of the bathroom in his robe, Shi Ye had already stripped himself almost completely naked, leaving only the barest bit of cloth, and was lying in the bed waiting for Xia Fengsheng to come and “take pity” on him.
Shi Ye: Do not be too gentle with me. I am but a delicate flower.
In high school, the two of them had never really gone very far physically. Now, things were different from the fake-amnesia period.
This time, they were lying together for real, in mutual love, and Xia Fengsheng felt awkward all over again.
That awkwardness vanished the second Shi Ye pulled him into his arms and began delivering another essay.
“Back in the park, you said you loved me. Can you say it one more time?”
“The day I came to your place to fix the pipes, when you brought up breaking up, you kissed me on the mouth. Was that because you couldn’t bear to part with me?”
“Do you know, when you were drunk that day, you grabbed me too.”
“I blah blah blah blah blah balabalabalabala……”
Xia Fengsheng: ……
Master, please stop chanting.
At last Xia Fengsheng couldn’t take it anymore. He lifted his head and kissed Shi Ye lightly on the lips. His elegant, noble face carried an irresistible command.
“Can we sleep now?”
Shi Ye: O.O
Shi Ye blushed, and under the blanket, the arm wrapped around Xia Fengsheng’s slim waist tightened.
He licked his lips, still unsatisfied, and muttered, “How about one more kiss?”
Xia Fengsheng lifted his eyes and looked at him.
On the bed, the two heads drew close together, and the only sound in the room was kissing.
Xia Fengsheng: smack smack smack.
Shi Ye: smack smack smack.
—
The next morning, when Shi Ye woke up, it was already seven o’clock. Xia Fengsheng was still asleep in his arms, but Shi Ye was fully awake and bursting with energy.
The two of them had kissed from the afternoon until it got dark yesterday. Their mouths had gone numb before they finally stopped and went to eat.
After dinner, Xia Fengsheng handled a bit of work, and then they went back to bed together.
Shi Ye carefully slipped out from under the blankets, moving lightly so he wouldn’t wake the still-sleeping Xia Fengsheng.
He planned to go make breakfast for him.
When Xia Fengsheng woke up and saw breakfast already prepared, he would surely love him even more. Maybe the two of them would even have a fiery French kiss.
After all, so far their kissing had still only been lip-to-lip.
Thinking back to yesterday, Shi Ye shyly rubbed the back of his neck. Even just lip-to-lip had felt so good that he thought he’d ascend on the spot.
How could it feel this amazing?
The whole blanket smelled like Xia Fengsheng.
He stood barefoot on the floor, bent down, and picked up the gray sweatpants lying on the ground.
The moment he stepped outside the room, bare-chested and only half-dressed, he found himself face to face with the housekeeper who was cleaning the living room.
Shi Ye: !
He yelped, hurriedly covered his chest, and ran back into the bedroom.
“Ahhh!”
The sound woke Xia Fengsheng. He slowly pushed himself up from under the blankets, his fair face still heavy with sleep. “What is it?”
Shi Ye said in alarm, “There’s someone in the living room.”
Someone?
Remembering that it was Wednesday, Xia Fengsheng figured it was probably the cleaning lady.
After moving, he had hired housekeeping. The woman came every Wednesday and Sunday, since sometimes his work was too busy for him to deal with chores.
Xia Fengsheng explained, “It’s the housekeeper.”
Only then did Shi Ye relax, then slowly put on his jacket.
He had originally planned to show off a bit of muscle first thing in the morning.
After the early-morning farce, Xia Fengsheng got up too.
When he came into the living room, he saw the laptop placed on the coffee table.
If he remembered correctly, the laptop had been in his bag yesterday, not taken out. Yet now it was sitting openly on the table, with a mouse pad beside it, clearly having been used by someone.
He had plenty of portable laptops. This one was not for class; aside from some assignments and files, there was nothing important on it.
There were a few papers in there too, though they’d already been submitted.
And there was also the document in which he cursed Yang Liwan out—over the years, every time he wanted to beat him to death, he would write a bit more. Piece by piece, it had eventually reached the word count of a proper thesis.
He had even labeled it “Graduation Thesis,” planning to anonymously bomb Yang Liwan’s email with it the moment he graduated.
The housekeeper had already left. Xia Fengsheng lifted his head and looked toward a corner of the living room wall.
There, he had installed a pinhole camera.
In the open kitchen, Shi Ye was making breakfast. Xia Fengsheng put the computer back into his bag, and when he lifted it, he noticed there were still some other things on the coffee table.
The little ad cards he had tossed there casually earlier.
A thick stack of them, nearly all of them the ones Shi Ye had been stuffing under his doormat.
He had not looked at them carefully before, but now he picked them up, intending to see what other “skills” Shi Ye had besides fixing pipes and changing lightbulbs.
After only flipping through a few, he came across an old acquaintance:
“Passionate gigolo. Ten rounds a night.”
Xia Fengsheng: ……
Could he even get it up ten times a night?
He skimmed through the rest quickly and found there were actually quite a few of those gigolo cards.
But that was fine.
A doting smile appeared on Xia Fengsheng’s cold, sharp face.
Even if he couldn’t get it up, he was still cute.
—
In the doctoral dormitory, a roommate sat in front of his computer, tearing at his hair. He looked at the document word count: 1002.
Hahahahahahaha. Three whole days of work, and only 1002 words.
The roommate thought: Sometimes I really want to swing by my neck from a rope.
Who in the world could actually write that many words for a thesis?
And who the hell decided the word count in the first place? Speak! Speak!
For a moment, the roommate wanted to destroy the entire world.
Then he leaned back in his chair and noticed Zhou Qiong next door, completely carefree.
Graduation was almost here, yet Zhou Qiong wasn’t worried about his thesis at all. He was still playing games.
The roommate asked, “Zhou Qiong, how’s your thesis going? Finished it?”
Zhou Qiong kept playing, looking completely relaxed. “Finished it ages ago.”
Finished his ass. The roommate silently mocked him. If Zhou Qiong had really finished his thesis, he’d eat the computer.
He had never once seen Zhou Qiong actually write. He probably didn’t even know the formatting.
The roommate sighed and looked up at the ceiling.
Sure enough, having connections was the best. With a deputy professor uncle around, you didn’t need to write your own thesis at all—you could just pick up someone else’s finished one.
The roommate clicked his tongue. He wondered which unlucky bastard had gotten his paper stolen.
After Xia Fengsheng refused to hand over the paper, Zhou Qiong had used a few tricks and bought off the housekeeper from Xia Fengsheng’s place.
Money makes the devil turn the mill. As long as you paid enough, someone would do anything for you.
Sure enough, the housekeeper agreed. Now all Zhou Qiong had to do was wait for good news.
And speak of the devil—there it was.
Just the second day, Zhou Qiong received a message from the housekeeper.
She said she’d gotten the goods, and they should meet at a restaurant outside campus at noon.
At noon, Zhou Qiong arrived at the agreed location, humming cheerfully. The housekeeper was already there waiting.
Money for goods. Goods for money. Zhou Qiong received the USB drive containing the contents of Xia Fengsheng’s computer.
The housekeeper counted the money. Not a cent short.
Once she had the money, the aunt lowered her voice mysteriously and said, “I found something even better too.”
“What better thing?”
She pulled out the gigolo cards. “My employer solicits prostitutes.”
Zhou Qiong’s eyes widened in delight. “Really?!”
He hadn’t expected to get his hands on Xia Fengsheng’s weakness too.
“Really.”
The aunt handed him the little cards.
Zhou Qiong looked down at them. On the card was a sexy… man?
There were plenty of dirty little cards like this floating around in society. Zhou Qiong asked the aunt again to confirm. “He really hired one?”
What if it turned out to be some misunderstanding?
The aunt said, “Absolutely true. I saw the guy at his place myself today. First thing in the morning, he came out of the room half naked—shameless as hell.”
