The Alluring Suit and a Confession

Si Xi truly yearned to see the richest man’s home, curious to discover what kind of luxurious abode it truly was.

Yet, for reasons unknown, a voice of reason urged him to reconsider.

Despite his overwhelming curiosity, Si Xi firmly declined the invitation.

Ultimately, the group decided to spend the afternoon at a basketball court, playing to their hearts’ content. Later that evening, they shared a barbecue dinner, marking the end of their gathering.

That night, after showering, Si Xi lay in bed, scrolling through short videos as he awaited Jing Chen’s call.

Jing Chen was away on a business trip with frequent social engagements, so to avoid awkward interruptions, he always waited until he was free to call Si Xi.

It was the fourth day of Jing Chen’s trip. Though they typically only saw each other on weekends, the physical distance now seemed to amplify Si Xi’s longing for him.

He found himself listless, unable to muster enthusiasm for anything. A strange, unsettling emptiness seemed to ache in his chest, leaving him distinctly uncomfortable.

Alas, other sugar daddies merely made a phone call, and their lovers would appear at a moment’s notice.

Yet here he was, having spent a fortune, sleeping alone and waiting for his lover’s video call.

Fortunately, his thoughtful lover made sure to video call him every day.

Moreover, Jing Chen was due back the day after tomorrow. Si Xi decided he would pick him up directly from the airport, then take him to the 4S dealership to surprise him with a new car.

Hm, a hot spring resort hotel was conveniently located not far from the dealership. Jing Chen, surely moved by the car, would undoubtedly be very enthusiastic that night…

Heh heh.

Heh heh heh.

Just as Si Xi’s mind wandered into fanciful realms, and his thoughts began to play out a series of risqué scenarios, his phone suddenly rang.

It wasn’t a WeChat video call, but a regular phone call. Si Xi, wondering if Jing Chen had run out of data at the end of the month, then saw the caller ID.

Xi Chao.

His cousin.

Si Xi had always shared a good relationship with him, so seeing Xi Chao’s call, he happily answered, “Brother.”

“Hm, I hope I’m not disturbing your rest,” Xi Chao said.

“No, Brother, what’s up?”

Xi Chao replied, “I heard Mom and Dad say you’re bringing the richest man’s son to Yueyue’s birthday party?”

“Uh,” Si Xi mused, recalling his plan, and vaguely replied, “Something like that.”

Xi Chao pressed on, “How did you come to know the richest man’s son?”

“I… he’s a freshman at Yan Da. We played basketball together a couple of times, and that’s how we met.”

“You’ve only been back to school for a month, and freshmen have military training. It sounds like you haven’t known each other for long, so you shouldn’t be too close. Why would he be willing to come to our house? Is he interested in you, or did Yueyue force you?”

Xi Chao’s questions were incisive, hitting the mark.

He had to admit, his cousin possessed remarkably keen insight.

When they were younger, if Xi Yue bullied him, Si Xi would complain to Xi Chao. Xi Chao wasn’t a doting brother who blindly favored his sister; instead, he would reason with Xi Yue.

However, Xi Yue would then immediately turn around and complain to their uncle and aunt, claiming Si Xi was trying to steal her brother and inciting him to bully her.

Because of this, his aunt had once pulled him aside for a long talk, explaining many things that he only vaguely understood at the time.

Since then, Si Xi had never again complained to his cousin.

“Brother, where are your thoughts going? It’s just that Huo Siyi thinks I resemble a childhood friend of his, and we both love basketball. We just naturally became close. Ours is a very pure friendship.”

Si Xi deliberately emphasized the word ‘pure,’ highlighting that his relationship with Huo Siyi was strictly platonic.

Xi Chao still found it a bit strange and asked again, “Yueyue didn’t really force you to invite him to make a show, did she?”

“Of course not! Brother, are you coming back for the National Day holiday? I haven’t seen you in ages; I miss you.” Si Xi deftly changed the topic.

“Probably not until the end of the year,” Xi Chao replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. “If you truly miss me, you can always come visit me.”

Xi Chao had gone abroad in the latter half of the year to develop a new business.

Si Xi bit his lip.

Xi Chao sighed softly. “Still can’t overcome it?”

Si Xi responded with silence once more.

His parents had tragically passed away in a plane crash while on vacation abroad, which had left him with a deep-seated fear of flying. Domestic flights were manageable, but overseas travel was simply out of the question.

Xi Chao reassured him, “It’s alright. I’ll come back to see you when I have time.”

“Oh…” Si Xi murmured.

Regretting bringing up the topic, Xi Chao quickly recounted some amusing anecdotes from his time abroad. Only after cheering Si Xi up did he hang up the phone.

Si Xi sat on the bed, hugging his knees and resting his head upon them.

After an indeterminate amount of time, his phone rang again. This time, it was a video call request.

Seeing ‘Jing Chen’ flash across the screen, Si Xi’s mood immediately brightened, and he answered the call.

His eyes instantly widened.

In the video, Jing Chen was impeccably dressed in a charcoal gray double-breasted suit, with a neatly tied tie of the same shade. A pocket square adorned his breast pocket. The suit perfectly accentuated Jing Chen’s physique, enhancing his already powerful aura, making him resemble a sophisticated, vintage-style noble gentleman.

The cut, the figure—simply divine.

“Brother,” Si Xi gasped, practically drooling, “Why are you so incredibly handsome today?”

“It’s a company requirement,” Jing Chen stated, his expression unchanging. “Knowing you’d appreciate it, I made sure to show you before I took it off.”

“Damn it, I could have undressed you myself! Why are you on a business trip?!”

Si Xi fumed, rolling around on the bed. “I can see it, but I can’t have it. I’m going into self-isolation!”

Jing Chen, aware of Si Xi’s fascination with suits, reassured him, “I’ve already bought this outfit.”

Si Xi immediately sprang back to life. “Then wear it when you come back the day after tomorrow! No, no, don’t wear it on the plane. Wait until you’re home to put it on.”

He worried that picking up such a handsome Jing Chen might make him lose control. He needed to give him the car first, make Jing Chen happy, and then Jing Chen would be even more eager to please him.

Jing Chen cleared his throat. “Something’s come up on my end. I’m afraid I won’t be able to return for the National Day holiday.”

…

Si Xi, who had meticulously planned intimate activities with Jing Chen for the National Day holiday, felt his world collapse.

“Si Xi?”

Jing Chen saw the screen go black after he spoke and quickly called out his name.

“I’m not happy,” Si Xi’s muffled voice came through.

Before Jing Chen could reply, the phone screen flickered a few times, and Si Xi’s face reappeared.

Si Xi’s eyes sparkled, as if he had just conceived a brilliant solution.

“How about you quit your job? I’ll support you, and I’ll pay you double your current salary.”

…

Double salary, indeed.

He’d dare to ask for it, but he feared Si Xi couldn’t even afford 0.2 times that amount.

Still, those three words – ‘I’ll support you’ – were incredibly sweet to hear, enough to brighten his mood and boast about to friends.

Jing Chen’s voice softened with amusement. “Even if I resigned right now, I’d still have to work for a month during the handover, so I still wouldn’t be back the day after tomorrow.”

Si Xi completely retreated into himself.

He huffily flipped his phone face down on the bed again, forcing Jing Chen to stare at a black screen, and began to pout childishly, “I don’t care! You don’t miss me at all!”

Jing Chen admitted he found Si Xi utterly adorable.

He only regretted that, despite being the richest man, he couldn’t buy a phone that would allow him to reach through and gently ruffle Si Xi’s hair to soothe him.

He could only regretfully rub his tingling fingertips and say softly, “I miss you very much.”

“I don’t believe you, unless…”

The camera shook again, and Si Xi’s face reappeared on the screen. “Show me Little Jing Chen! I want to see if it’s true.”

Jing Chen: “…”

Jing Chen’s mind short-circuited for a moment before he realized what ‘Little Jing Chen’ referred to, causing his mind to short-circuit once more.

He had always been a restrained, reserved, and sternly proper person. Such… *things* via video would never appear in his life.

Absolutely impossible!

“Just a peek, don’t push your luck,” Jing Chen said.

Si Xi agreed readily. “Okay!”

As if!

Jing Chen propped his phone upright on the bed, aiming it at himself, and reached to unbuckle his belt.

He had initially harbored no improper thoughts, but such an act inherently carried a secret thrill.

Moreover, they already shared the most intimate physical contact.

Thus, under Si Xi’s unwavering gaze, Little Jing Chen visibly transformed into Big Jing Chen.

Si Xi, feigning innocence, exclaimed, “Brother, didn’t we agree it was just a peek? Why are you being so lewd?!”

…

Jing Chen closed his eyes briefly, the layers of refinement and composure accumulated over thirty years peeling away to reveal the raw, primal nature of a man. His voice was low and hoarse.

“Good boy, Little Shi, let Brother have a look too.”

Si Xi rubbed his tingling ears, a hint of triumphant smile playing on his lips.

He had actually wanted this for a long time, but his dorm room wasn’t convenient. Now, finally, the timing, location, and circumstances were all perfect, heh heh.

He pretended to grumble and act shy, but in reality, he immediately put his plan into action.

Before long, things escalated beyond control.

…

…

Half an hour later, Si Xi lay exhausted on the bed, eyes half-closed, letting the damp tissue slip from his hand to the floor.

The room was so quiet one could hear a pin drop, save for their mingled breaths.

Jing Chen in that double-breasted suit was utterly captivating, perfectly aligned with Si Xi’s aesthetic preferences.

Especially when only his upper body remained impeccably dressed, he was like a Reaper come to claim his soul.

Si Xi savored the aftertaste, feeling immense satisfaction both physically and mentally. Having played basketball all afternoon, he was utterly exhausted now that he had relaxed. He even forgot to end the video call as his consciousness began to blur.

Jing Chen had never anticipated a day when he would be so thoroughly enticed by a ‘kid’ that his boundaries would steadily erode, even leading to such… *actions* over a video call.

But then again, Si Xi was incredibly seductive. As a normal man, it was only natural for him to lose control.

He easily made peace with himself. Turning his attention back, he saw Si Xi, still without his pants on, about to drift off to sleep. Jing Chen felt both exasperated and amused as he called out, “Si Xi?”

“Wake up, put your pants on before you sleep.”

“Nobody’s watching,” Si Xi mumbled, having no desire to move.

Jing Chen watched him bury his face in the pillow like a child avoiding responsibility, his cheeks flushed and the flush of passion still lingering around his eyes—a fatally alluring sight.

His heart, which had just quieted, began to stir restlessly once more.

However, without Si Xi’s direct provocation, Jing Chen took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his impulses.

He reached out, tracing his thumb over Si Xi’s unguarded sleeping face on the screen. “Sleep now. Good night.”

Si Xi was nearly asleep, but hearing Jing Chen’s words, he still managed to mumble out a hazy, “Good night.”

Jing Chen chuckled softly, then, reaching through the screen again, he gently stroked Si Xi’s face. “When I get back, I’ll tell you a secret.”

He admitted it: he had fallen for Si Xi.

Therefore, he decided to confess his feelings to Si Xi.

However, even with all his wealth, Jing Chen could not foresee that by the time he returned, circumstances would have irrevocably changed…