“Wait.” With a light laugh, Leng Muxun immediately grabbed her arm. Ignoring her struggles, he forcefully pulled and turned her, forcing Zhong Wanqiu’s face toward his. “Mwah.” His lips quickly brushed against hers like a dragonfly skimming water, then instantly moved away. “This is more like a married couple. Goodnight.”
She fled into her room as if escaping disaster. His words “more like a married couple” made her extremely uncomfortable.
“Zhong Wanqiu, I have friends coming over later. You can come out and help me entertain them if you want, or just close your door and pretend my friends and I don’t exist.”
His casual voice drifted over. Standing by her door, Wanqiu heard every word clearly. With her back turned, she waited for him to finish speaking before slamming her door shut with a “bang.” She had no curiosity about him or his so-called friends – she would treat them as invisible.
She threw herself onto the bed, kicked off her slippers, and stared at the monotonous colors in the room with bare feet. She was so annoyed.
She didn’t want to move, not even a little. Lying perfectly still, she felt no trace of sleepiness despite the late hour.
The room was so quiet she could hear her own heartbeat clearly. What was Leng Muxun doing next door?
Could he be doing warm-up exercises? Watching adult videos?
She heard men really enjoyed watching that kind of film.
But she had never seen one.
Suddenly, she felt a bit curious, like the intense curiosity she felt in middle school when the teacher explained male and female anatomy – accompanied by some shyness.
Zhong Wanqiu quietly cracked open her door, but just as she peeked out, the doorbell rang.
“Coming.” The man’s voice suddenly came from the living room. So Leng Muxun had been in the living room all along.
Her gaze followed Leng Muxun’s fit body to the door. The man was actually only wearing a tank top and shorts. He must be waiting for some eager, tiger-like woman.
His hand turned the doorknob, and the door opened. Then… Leng Muxun was immediately hugged.
Heavens! Zhong Wanqiu was stunned because the person hugging Leng Muxun wasn’t a woman, but definitely a man – a man in military uniform.
Was he gay?
Did he have a Military Uniform Fetish?
Staring dumbfounded at the two embracing men, Wanqiu’s eyes began to hurt, as if developing a sty…
Quietly, ever so quietly, she closed her door. She absolutely couldn’t watch anymore – she wasn’t in the habit of peeping.
“Thump… thump…” Dull thuds came one after another, impossible to ignore.
Zhong Wanqiu finally figured it out – Leng Muxun was the kind of man who swung both ways. That must be why he didn’t want to get married, and she was unfortunate enough to deliver herself to his doorstep.
How unlucky. Not only had Xia Jingxuan cheated on her, but she also had to encounter a man like Leng Muxun.
Whatever. He was him, she was her. She should obediently take a bath and sleep – she still had school tomorrow.
The bathroom in her room felt more and more comfortable the more she thought about it. After bathing comfortably, she was drying her hair while walking out when “ding-dong…” the doorbell rang again.
He had said she didn’t need to go out or pay any attention.
However, the doorbell still piqued Zhong Wanqiu’s curiosity. Hadn’t a man in military uniform already come? Could there be a second one?
Her hand naturally opened the door a crack again. This time, what she saw was a stunning beauty her height and posture resembling that of a model.
Heavens, Leng Muxun could actually have both a man and a woman in the same bed simultaneously…
She didn’t dare think further. Zhong Wanqiu couldn’t even imagine such a scene.
But none of this concerned her, right? She just needed to play her own role properly.
Zhong Wanqiu washed up and went to bed, but lying there, she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
She didn’t know what time she finally drifted off, but she never heard anyone leaving the room next door.
When she woke, daylight was already bright, and the room was filled with the aroma of fried eggs and toast. How delicious! Stretching lazily, she fully woke up and scrambled out of bed. She was in Leng Muxun’s residence.
Sluggishly putting on her casual clothes, Zhong Wanqiu quietly opened her door. The living room was empty.
Except for the kitchen, everywhere was silent.
Could it be that the female model or the man in military uniform, after being enjoyed by Leng Muxun all night, was now making breakfast for him?
Driven by curiosity, Zhong Wanqiu found herself drawn to the kitchen. As she pulled the door open thump her forehead collided with a firm chin. Before her stood Leng Muxun, his face cold as he glared at her. Luckily, he had dodged quickly, or the two plates of fried eggs in his hands would have been ruined…
She reached out and touched Leng Muxun’s face. It was really him, without a doubt.
Zhong Wanqiu didn’t say a word but tilted her head to look behind him.
“What are you looking at?” he asked softly.
“Nothing… nothing at all.” Surprisingly, there was no one behind him. Her gaze fell on the freshly fried eggs in his hands golden and looking extremely appetizing. “Leng Muxun, did you make these?”
“Yes, I did.”
Zhong Wanqiu stuck out her tongue and slowly moved aside.
“Zhong Wanqiu, bring the bread and milk over for me.”
Entering the kitchen, she saw two portions of bread and two glasses of milk neatly arranged on a tray. Zhong Wanqiu carried them to the dining table and turned to leave.
That food had nothing to do with her, right? It must be for Leng Muxun’s woman or man.
Ugh, how awkward switching between men and women like that.
“Come back.” Just as Zhong Wanqiu was about to enter her room, Leng Muxun’s low growl echoed from behind.
“What?” She didn’t feel like looking at him. The enticing aroma filling the room had awakened her hunger; she was starving.
“Come back and sit down.”
Did she have to listen? But even as she thought this, her legs involuntarily carried her to the dining table. Seated across from her was Leng Muxun, who must have been very busy last night.
“Eat breakfast.”
“Oh,” she replied flatly, propping her chin on her hand as she watched him eat. “Do you want me to call someone for you?”
“Call who?”
Leng Muxun took a bite of the fried egg. It looked and smelled delicious even his fried eggs seemed exceptionally tasty. “A Xun, shouldn’t you call the woman or man in your room?”
“What nonsense about women and men?”
“Nothing… nothing at all.” He still wouldn’t admit it, but she had clearly seen a man and a woman entering this house last night.
“Zhong Wanqiu, are you going to wait until it gets cold before eating? That would taste terrible.”
Zhong Wanqiu stared wide-eyed at Leng Muxun, then pointed at her own nose, “You’re asking me to eat the breakfast you cooked?”
“Of course.”
She was stunned, but Zhong Wanqiu quickly regained her composure. Picking up the fried egg with her chopsticks, she took a big bite. To be honest, the egg he fried was quite fragrant.
The soft, warm bread seemed to be the first time Zhong Wanqiu had eaten freshly baked hot bread. Taking a bite, followed by a sip of milk, it was incredibly delicious. She finished every last bit without leaving a single crumb. When she was done, Leng Muxun across from her was wiping the corner of his mouth with a wet napkin. “Wanqiu, ready to go?”
“Oh no, I’m going to be late.” Only after Leng Muxun’s reminder did Zhong Wanqiu realize class was about to start. She stood up to rush out and catch the bus to school.
“Stop.”
“Ah…” Zhong Wanqiu instinctively turned back, “A Xun, I need to get to class.”
Leng Muxun looked her up and down once more, grunting under his breath, “Go change your clothes.”
“Change what?” Her mind slow to process, Zhong Wanqiu didn’t react immediately.
“Your clothes and shoes, change all of them.”
“This is my only pair of shoes, I have nothing else to change into. Bye, I really need to get to class.” She turned to leave, but just as she reached the door, her shoulder was grabbed. Leng Muxun lifted her like a chick and carried her into his room.
With a “swish,” he pulled open the closet door, and another “rustle” as he rummaged through the neatly arranged rows of clothes. After being picky and selecting carefully, he pulled out one and tossed it at her. “Put this on.”
“But…” But these must be his girlfriend’s clothes, right? She had only tried them on yesterday to check the size. While questioning, her gaze swept across his room clean and tidy, with no trace of last night’s events, as if that man and woman had never been there.
But she had seen it with her own eyes; there was no mistake.
“What are you looking at? But what? Hurry up and change, or you’ll really be late.”
“I won’t change. I don’t like wearing other people’s clothes.” She turned to leave without hesitation.
“Who said these are someone else’s clothes? Get back here.”
Another roar, leaving Zhong Wanqiu bewildered. She turned her head and pointed at her own nose, “Could they be mine?”
“Yes, Grandfather is coming soon. Whether you want to or not, you have to wear them.” He declared domineeringly, “I don’t want his lackeys reporting to him how badly I treat you. Otherwise, we won’t pass the test.”
She understood.
Taking the clothes from his hand, she ran to her room to change. When she came out, he was leaning against the door waiting for her. Seeing her, he nodded and said, “OK, let’s go.”
“Oh.” She felt a bit awkward, having never worn such nice clothes before. It felt unfamiliar. Head bowed, she stared at her shoe tips as she walked up to him, waiting for him to open the door before they stepped out together.
Entering the elevator, she pressed for the first floor, while he pressed for the basement level.
“Ding.” She arrived, but just as she was about to step out, Leng Muxun pulled her back. “Take my car, unless you want to be late?”
As a standard unmarried couple, when Leng Muxun opened the car door for her with his lethally charming smile to let her out for class, envious gazes swept over from all directions. Those stares made Zhong Wanqiu dart like lightning through the school gate, not daring to look back at the eye-catching black BMW.
Or at Leng Muxun elegantly sliding back into the car.