Chapter 25: Caught in the Act, Gege

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 After returning to his room that evening, Shi Qiu received another payment from Hong Xinxue on his phone, a generous thank you fee.

He counted carefully. This time, it was even more than before: 88,888 yuan.

Nearly a third of Jiang Fengmian’s total pay for the drama. Shi Qiu had to admit, he was expensive now. Hong Xinxue was certainly generous.

But this would be the last. Even if she offered more, he couldn’t accept it. After all, even with two months of filming ahead, the amount she’d given him already translated to a monthly salary of nearly 50,000 yuan, far beyond what a consultant would earn.

As Shi Qiu was composing a thank you message to Hong Xinxue, a new message popped up from Zhong Xiyuan.

Student Council President, child of formidable parents

“Come to my room?”

Shi Qiu sent off his reply to Hong Xinxue, then stared at Zhong Xiyuan’s invitation, hesitating.

It had been a few days. A visit wouldn’t hurt but his body felt lazy.

Student Council President

[Image]

Shi Qiu tapped open the photo. No face, just Zhong Xiyuan in a white bathrobe, seated on the edge of the bed. The robe hung loosely, revealing a gold chain around his chest, the clasp at the end barely visible.

Shi Qiu

“Coming.”

He slipped on his shoes and knocked on Zhong Xiyuan’s door.

Zhong Xiyuan, looking polished and smug in his bathrobe, opened the door. Shi Qiu stepped inside, shut the door, and reached into his collar.

“Like it?” Zhong Xiyuan loosened the robe, letting Shi Qiu hook the gold chain.

The clasp at the end pinched a small, delicate object, looking rather pitiful.

Shi Qiu found it amusing. He tugged the chain gently.

Zhong Xiyuan let out a soft sound, inhaling sharply

“Gentler,” he murmured.

Shi Qiu raised an eyebrow

“You’re asking for gentle?”

He let go of the chain

“Kneel.”

Zhong Xiyuan obeyed. Shi Qiu pressed his head down, and Zhong Xiyuan began to unfasten Shi Qiu’s belt, attending to him with practiced care.

Shi Qiu sat on the edge of the bed, letting himself be served. His fingers toyed with the dangling gold chain, tugging and flicking it. It was like a switch. Each movement changed Zhong Xiyuan’s posture, even the tension in his throat.

But Shi Qiu didn’t push too far. He didn’t want to damage anything. After a brief session, he lazily lifted his foot and pressed it against the bulge beneath Zhong Xiyuan’s robe.

Zhong Xiyuan trembled all over but forced himself not to flinch. He opened his body, looked up at Shi Qiu, face flushed, lips parted as if to speak but holding back.

Shi Qiu smirked and gave him a light slap across the face. The sound was crisp, but the force was minimal, more humiliating than painful.

At the same time, his foot pressed down harder, grinding slightly.

Zhong Xiyuan reacted strongly, clutching Shi Qiu’s leg, staining his boots. Shi Qiu glanced at the mess and thought, the president really got his fill this time.

Shi Qiu shifted his leg. Zhong Xiyuan released him weakly and collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath.

“Zhong Xiyuan?” Shi Qiu crouched over him, removed the clasp, and twirled the gold chain around his finger. He patted Zhong Xiyuan’s dazed face

“You okay?”

Still trembling slightly, Zhong Xiyuan rasped

“I’m fine…”

Shi Qiu pinched the poor little thing that had been clamped, playing with it like a toy

“You dirtied my shoes.”

“I’ll clean them.” Zhong Xiyuan crawled up, grabbed some wet wipes, and knelt to wipe Shi Qiu’s boots clean.

Shi Qiu watched him work. Zhong Xiyuan seemed to have recovered, his expression calm, like he’d entered post-bliss clarity.

Shi Qiu stroked his hair, lifted his chin to inspect his face. No marks. Wouldn’t affect work

“That good, huh?”

“Mm.” Zhong Xiyuan finished one shoe and reached for another wipe

“Let me clean the other too.”

Shi Qiu looked down. One spotless shoe did stand out. He placed his other foot on Zhong Xiyuan’s thigh.

Zhong Xiyuan cleaned it carefully. Shi Qiu then planted both feet on the carpet and glanced at Zhong Xiyuan’s pitiful chest

“Won’t affect work?”

“No.” Zhong Xiyuan casually adjusted his robe and stood to walk Shi Qiu back.

Just as Shi Qiu reached the door, a familiar voice echoed in his mind. 09, long absent.

“Host, Jiang Fengmian is coming to find you.”

Shi Qiu froze, hand on the doorknob

“Where is he now?”

“Already on this floor.”

There was no avoiding it. Jiang Fengmian would definitely see him leaving Zhong Xiyuan’s room.

Shi Qiu felt his back tense.

Zhong Xiyuan noticed his stillness

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Don’t walk me out. Go wash up.” Shi Qiu replied.

Zhong Xiyuan glanced at the stain on his leg beneath the robe. He did need a wash, but Shi Qiu wasn’t usually this considerate

“What’s really going on?”

Shi Qiu rubbed his brow, sighing

“My brother’s here. Right outside.”

Zhong Xiyuan fell silent.

Though today’s mood had been good, he knew full well he couldn’t compare to Jiang Fengmian in Shi Qiu’s eyes.

“Go wash up. Don’t let him see you. I’ll talk to him.” Shi Qiu said.

“Okay.” Zhong Xiyuan didn’t argue. Shi Qiu not blaming him was already a blessing.

Shi Qiu exhaled and opened the door.

Jiang Fengmian, about to knock on Shi Qiu’s room, saw the adjacent door open and Shi Qiu stepping out.

He nearly thought he’d knocked on the wrong room.

“Ge.” Shi Qiu closed the door behind him and looked at Jiang Fengmian.

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