Chapter 47 Chapter 47: Red Rose (2)
“I still have a few in my WeChat contact list too,” He Xiaohan said as he stubbed out his cigarette.
“Don’t you have anyone you truly like?” Peng Xinhui’s expression immediately turned a little troubled.
“Do you?” He Xiaohan wore that gentle smile again and asked softly.
“Even if I did, I wouldn’t be able to love them,” Peng Xinhui replied calmly.
He Xiaohan fell silent for a moment, then spoke in a low voice. “Take care of your health.”
“You too.” A smile appeared on Peng Xinhui’s face again. “But if I really took care of my health, I wouldn’t be making any money.”
He Xiaohan’s gaze rested on her. Under the soft lighting, her lips carried a strangely vivid red, like fresh blood.
Like a red rose.
He had once inhaled the fragrance of this rose.
But this bouquet had had its stem snapped by life.
What remained of the rose now were only a few battered petals, trampled and ruined…
“I really like today’s photos as well,” Peng Xinhui said with a smile. “I hope Xiao Han will let me see more scenery like this in the future.”
A hint of pity showed in He Xiaohan’s eyes.
“All right, sir. Your exclusive companion’s time is up.”
As Peng Xinhui spoke, she turned and walked inward. As she stepped away, He Xiaohan lowered his gaze slightly and saw a man wrap an arm around her waist.
……
Xu Yecheng returned to the dorm, and just then, a WeChat notification sounded.
He looked at the deposit message—two hundred and sixty…
He frowned. Wasn’t it forty per hour…?
He’d only worked about four hours, hadn’t he? Why was there suddenly an extra hundred?
“Doudou, how much is your pay?” Xu Yecheng asked, a bit confused.
“One sixty,” Doudou replied quickly. “What’s wrong?”
“Why do I have… an extra hundred?”
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“Ask the manager?”
So Xu Yecheng opened his chat with the manager. “Manager, why is my pay a hundred more than it should be?”
The manager replied with “Wait a moment,” which only made Xu Yecheng even more confused.
After a while, the manager sent over an image.
It was a column of payment records.
“Tipping?” Xu Yecheng froze slightly and muttered to himself in confusion. His eyes landed on the user nickname.
“Lao Han Can’t Wake Up.”
Xu Yecheng was speechless, and at the same time felt a strong wave of embarrassment.
Holy shit, how could it be this bastard?
And he actually used such a socially lethal nickname…
Xu Yecheng rubbed his forehead. This was seriously ridiculous.
Looking at the tipping record, sure enough… this guy had taken a liking to that version of him?
Giving tips, playing the long game to reel in a big fish?
A chill ran down Xu Yecheng’s back as He Xiaohan’s grinning face flashed through his mind again.
He felt completely unsettled.
So this scumbag really was about to make a move on him?
“Baby Cheng, where did you go this afternoon? I didn’t see you at all,” Zheng Wenxuan said as he climbed down from his bed and sat on a chair.
Xu Yecheng still looked a bit awkward.
“I went to work,” he replied calmly.
“Oh~ But I didn’t see you at that convenience store,” Zheng Wenxuan continued.
“I changed places,” Xu Yecheng added.
“So that’s how it is.” Zheng Wenxuan laughed, his expression turning playful. “You didn’t go to that café again in women’s clothes, did you?”
Xu Yecheng’s face stiffened. Sure enough, men who’d read countless doujinshi were all like this?
He laughed calmly. “Didn’t you say you’d recognize me even if I wore women’s clothes?”
Zheng Wenxuan nodded. “That’s true.” As he spoke, he suddenly remembered something.
“Oh right, I heard that place has maids on Sundays.” His expression immediately became excited.
Xu Yecheng, on the other hand, grew far less composed.
He was screwed. If Zheng Wenxuan saw him like that, wouldn’t he just explode on the spot!?
He absolutely couldn’t blow his cover. If he did, it’d be over.
“Baby Cheng, wanna go together? Are you busy Sunday afternoon?” Zheng Wenxuan invited enthusiastically.
Xu Yecheng’s expression stiffened internally.
“Uh, I have to work on Sunday. You guys go ahead,” he said helplessly.
“All right… that’s a shame. But it’s fine—the maid girls can take photos with customers. I’ll bring one back for you,” Zheng Wenxuan said with a laugh, patting Xu Yecheng on the shoulder.
Xu Yecheng looked helplessly up at the ceiling. Seriously, he couldn’t care less about photos—he just hoped this guy wouldn’t come looking for him then.
As he thought that, a sudden idea flashed through Xu Yecheng’s mind.
If Zheng Wenxuan really did come looking for him, what would his reaction be if he flirted back?
Suddenly, Xu Yecheng found the situation getting interesting.
Seeing the sly look on Xu Yecheng’s face, Zheng Wenxuan grew suspicious.
“You’re smiling like that—are you thinking about something dirty? I’m telling you, that place is legit. There’s definitely no bunny-girl play or anything.”
Xu Yecheng looked at him speechlessly. “I think you’re the one who’s always thinking about filthy stuff.”
“I am not,” Zheng Wenxuan argued stubbornly.
Xu Yecheng’s gaze swept over Liu Xianlin, who was grinding away at a game, and he suddenly remembered something very important he hadn’t done yet.
He hadn’t washed the undergarments he’d changed out of…
Taking a deep breath, Xu Yecheng stood up and asked, “Does anyone need the bathroom?”
After confirming no one needed it, Xu Yecheng grabbed his backpack, took the electric hair dryer, and nervously slipped inside.
Seeing Xu Yecheng go into the bathroom, Zheng Wenxuan immediately put on a knowing expression.
Heh heh, Baby Cheng’s going to take care of some physical urges.
Of course, Xu Yecheng had no idea what Zheng Wenxuan was thinking.
Inside the bathroom, he looked at his original appearance in the mirror and instantly felt that he was seriously messed up.
He reached into his bag and took out the bra and panties. The soft texture under his fingertips made his face heat up immediately.
On a sudden impulse, he glanced at his reflection again. The sight before him—a grown man holding women’s underwear in his hands—
The impact was too strong. Xu Yecheng took a deep breath and exhaled, then put on the mask. That made the scene look a little less jarring.
His gaze lingered on his own face for a moment longer before he snapped back to his senses—he needed to hurry up.
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Who said I’m a pigeon? Huh? Who the hell said I’m a pigeon? Why don’t you stand up? All scared of dying or what?
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