A New Ride, Old Flames, and Surprises

After dinner on the Ferris wheel, dusk had already settled.

As third-year students were not subject to evening room checks, Si Xi had no intention of returning to his dorm tonight.

They headed straight for a nearby hotel, and the moment they stepped inside, they were consumed by a passionate embrace, like dry tinder meeting a raging fire.

Afterwards, Si Xi lay on the bed, wrapped in a thin blanket, a look of utter contentment on his face as he scrolled through his phone.

The month was rapidly drawing to a close. If his engagement to Shao Xun hadn’t fallen through, their wedding day would have been in just two days.

He had indulged himself too much this month; merely thinking about doing *that* with that pathetic loser Shao Xun filled him with a dual sense of physical and psychological discomfort.

‘An older man is truly better.’

Si Xi glanced towards the bathroom. Through the frosted glass, the man’s smooth, striking physique was faintly visible. Satisfied, he opened Jing Chen’s WeChat chat and transferred 350,000.

Of this, 300,000 was the remaining balance for his 500,000 monthly allowance; Si Xi had already paid 200,000 when they first slept together.

The additional 50,000, of course, was a tip for Jing Chen’s excellent service.

Si Xi did a quick calculation and realized that, excluding the 500,000 allowance, and factoring in gifts like suits and watches, along with various extra fees for his presence, he had spent approximately 700,000 on Jing Chen this month.

This was even more economical than keeping a third-tier celebrity.

Crucially, Jing Chen possessed a handsomeness that surpassed even that of A-list stars.

Just yesterday, he had received the monthly financial report for the mini-game he invested in, discovering a net profit of over 500,000 for the month, a twofold increase from the previous one.

It had to be said, mini-games were far more efficient at ‘harvesting leeks’ than he’d imagined, likely more profitable than many online and mobile games currently on the market.

With such a lucrative return, his wallet barely felt lighter.

Reflecting on Jing Chen’s thoughtfulness and increasingly excellent service, Si Xi decided to get him another gift.

Jing Chen’s previous car, a Para, had been wrapped in a ‘forgiveness green’ film, making it far too conspicuous and ill-suited for Jing Chen’s mature and steady demeanor.

‘Perhaps I should just get him a car!’

Si Xi found the idea brilliant and already had a car in mind. He immediately opened WeChat, intending to contact a 4S dealership salesperson to inquire about prices.

Just then, a WeChat message from Huo Siyuan arrived.

–Good evening, little Si Xi.–

–Hope I’m not interrupting you and your significant other’s good time [smirking emoji]–

–…No.–

–I’m thinking of getting my significant other a car. What do you think of a BMW 5 Series?–

Huo Siyuan, who had been drinking water, promptly spat it all out upon reading the message, followed by a violent coughing fit that only subsided after a long moment.

The household servants were so startled they almost called for an ambulance.

Huo Siyuan, still shaken, motioned for a servant to take his water glass away.

‘This world is truly insane; the very order of things has been overturned.’

–I think, at the very least, you should get a 7 Series.–

–You rich people don’t understand.–

–My significant other is a salaried worker. Someone of his standing doesn’t need an overly extravagant car; a few hundred thousand is perfectly sufficient.–

–A 5 Series offers both respectability and discretion, making it ideal for him.–

Huo Siyuan: –”…”–

‘What the hell kind of salaried worker is he?’

Recalling his Little Uncle’s garage, which could host a car show, and his usual multi-million dollar vehicles, Huo Siyuan was at a loss for where to even begin his complaints.

‘It’s better to switch to a safer topic.’

He feared that if he knew too much, Si Xi might face an awkward situation, and his Little Uncle would then make an example of him.

–Now that you put it that way, it does sound quite good.–

–Oh, by the way, has that bastard Wang Yang apologized to you?–

Ever since Wang Yang’s bizarre kneeling incident that night, he hadn’t returned, nor had he moved his belongings. No one knew where he had gone.

However, things likely weren’t going well for him; otherwise, given Wang Yang’s personality, he would undoubtedly have reappeared to gloat if he had recovered.

–He apologized. Thanks a lot.–

–Don’t mention it. If you’re facing any difficulties now, you can tell me. Your big bro’s got your back!–

Si Xi wasn’t sure why this rich second-generation heir was so enthusiastic, but since he offered, Si Xi felt he should accept the gesture.

–Alright, I’ll find you if I need anything.–

–By my calculations, you have a problem right now that needs my help to solve.–

Si Xi’s fingers paused over the keyboard.

‘Did Huo Siyuan mean that he knew about his cousin wanting him to invite Huo Siyi to her birthday party?’

It wasn’t surprising; perhaps Xi Yue had spread the rumor, and Huo Siyuan had heard it.

Si Xi bit his lip. Xi Yue was clearly confident that he would bring Huo Siyi to her party to boost her status.

‘He would absolutely not give her what she wanted.’

–There is indeed something I need your help with.–

****

When Jing Chen emerged from the shower, he found Si Xi happily wiggling his feet.

Only a thin blanket covered him, and as his fair feet peeked out, one could vaguely discern the alluring scene beneath the covers.

A captivating interplay of red and white, gleaming with a soft luster.

Jing Chen’s throat tightened at the sight.