The Maid Outfit and the Study Plan

Qiyu forced a stiff smile, his gaze slowly drifting to his wrist, still tightly gripped. “Brother, must everything be said in such an ambiguous way?”

‘Why did he have such a bad feeling about this?’

Seeing no reaction from Lu Xingye, Qiyu hastily added, “I think we should discuss whatever it is tomorrow… Besides, you wouldn’t want Mom and Dad to discover their two sons engaging in lewd activities at school every day, would you?”

Lu Xingye’s lashes lowered, his eyes concealing an unreadable emotion. Hearing this, he spoke coldly, “What exactly fills your mind every day?”

Qiyu tried to pull his hand free. “Dogs and masters—isn’t that lewd enough?”

‘His mind was filthy, yet he wasn’t allowed to speak of it? What kind of world was this?’ Of course, these words he only dared to utter internally.

Lu Xingye had no desire to discuss such an idiotic topic with Qiyu in the underground parking garage. “In ten minutes, come to my room.”

“Otherwise, you’ll bear the consequences.”

With that, Lu Xingye flung his hand away, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and walked towards the elevator. Yet, the words he left behind felt like shards of ice, nearly freezing Qiyu to death.

“How inexplicable. He gets angry at the slightest provocation,” Qiyu muttered under his breath, rubbing his reddened wrist.

He watched Lu Xingye’s retreating figure, falling into deep thought. Why did Lu Xingye want him to come to his room? Was he planning some S&M game?

Qiyu imagined walking in later to find all sorts of erotic props. ‘No, no, that couldn’t be right. Lu Xingye didn’t like him at all; that look of disgust just now hadn’t seemed feigned.’

Despite his thoughts, his heart still thumped with apprehension.

He hurried back to his room, tossing his backpack onto a chair before plopping down onto the carpet. From a drawer, he pulled out the notebook he had prepared earlier.

Qiyu opened the notebook to the first page and slowly penned a line:

‘Today’s plan was a great success. Lu Xingye is utterly disgusted with me. I suspect that given the choice between eating a pound of excrement and eating me, he’d probably choose the former.’

‘If I continue to repulse him, my plan might succeed even sooner.’

Qiyu, a master of mischief, brazenly exploited Lu Xingye’s virtuous quality of keeping his word. After all, Lu Xingye had temporarily promised not to casually reveal Qiyu’s identity to outsiders anytime soon.

Since he had agreed, Lu Xingye would undoubtedly keep his promise—unless Qiyu did something truly, outrageously excessive!

Despite his inner complaints, he couldn’t simply disobey.

Qiyu glanced at the notebook with satisfaction, then snapped it shut. He checked his phone and realized there were only five minutes left until Lu Xingye’s appointed time.

Squatting helplessly on the carpet, a sudden idea sparked in Qiyu’s mind. He smiled, pressing his lips together as he considered the mischievous thought, his fair face uncontrollably flushing with heat.

‘Ah, the sacrifices he made!’

****

Time ticked by. Lu Xingye sat casually in a chair, his long legs loosely crossed, his well-defined fingers tapping rhythmically on the tabletop.

One hand propped up his face, while the other occasionally lit up his phone screen to check the time. His cold expression periodically radiated a chilling aura.

Just as the timer stopped on its last second, a knock finally echoed from beyond the door.

Fearing that Qiyu might cause mischief in his absence, Lu Xingye had instructed the servants that morning to replace his room door lock with the most expensive one available.

Lu Xingye didn’t need to guess that Qiyu would be furious upon seeing the new lock. However, he hadn’t anticipated such an extreme display of exasperation…

The scene that greeted him upon opening the door was this:

Qiyu, with a charmingly cold expression, stood with his hands in his pockets, one foot raised as if poised to kick the door.

All of this seemed perfectly normal.

What was not normal, however, was his attire. Qiyu was dressed in a maid outfit, complete with a headpiece and over-the-knee stockings to ensure the ensemble’s integrity.

His fair, slender legs were encased in white stockings, and the skirt barely grazed his upper thighs. The outfit was overtly suggestive, yet his face remained remarkably innocent.

Coupled with the wild gesture of raising his leg to kick the door, the contrast was jarring.

Fearing his hair might obscure his vision, Qiyu had even tied his bangs into a small knot. “What are you staring at?”

Qiyu asked with righteous indignation, showing no trace of guilt. Noticing Lu Xingye’s strange expression, he added, “What are you pretending for? Isn’t this exactly what you like?”

Leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, Lu Xingye had been content to ignore Qiyu’s bizarre antics. However, upon hearing that last remark, he couldn’t help but furrow his brows.

“Now, immediately, change out of that outfit.”

“Why?” Qiyu blinked his round, almond-shaped eyes. “Only men who love their wives can get rich.”

Qiyu equated changing clothes with not loving him. However, it was also entirely plausible that Lu Xingye didn’t love him; otherwise, Qiyu wouldn’t dare to disgust him so brazenly.

Lu Xingye felt deeply uncomfortable hearing this, yet he still didn’t forget to retort, “I’m sorry, but I don’t like idiots.”

“After all, I admire strength.”

Could this remark be anything but familiar? Even someone as thick-skinned as Qiyu nearly couldn’t withstand the blow.

Lu Xingye watched Qiyu slowly lower his head. Just as he thought Qiyu was reflecting on his wicked intentions, Qiyu smiled, revealing his canines, and lightly pinched the hem of his skirt, pulling it upwards. “Are you perhaps complaining that the ‘scale’ isn’t large enough?”

Lu Xingye was speechless.

Fearing someone else might witness this spectacle, Lu Xingye quickly pulled Qiyu’s arm, ushering him inside. “No wonder everyone says you’re not normal.”

“Ouch, that hurts,” Qiyu mumbled, frowning as he gently rubbed the reddened skin where he’d been grabbed.

Ignoring Qiyu, Lu Xingye slammed the door shut with a bang. When he turned around, he realized Qiyu’s previous statement truly didn’t seem feigned.

Lu Xingye simply said, “Fussy.”

“Come here. Whether you change or not is up to you; it’s not me who’ll be inconvenienced anyway.” Lu Xingye sat in his gaming chair, arms crossed, regarding the dramatic individual with a cold gaze.

“Why did you even make me come over here? What’s this about inconvenience…?” Qiyu murmured, lowering his gaze to his reddened arm.

“I’m not playing with you anymore; I’m leaving,” Qiyu declared, staring unblinkingly at Lu Xingye with a pitiful gaze.

It was as if he had only just caught the scent of gunpowder in the air. Previously, he had entered the room with the sole intention of disgusting Lu Xingye.

Yet, he seemed to have forgotten that he was the prey here, and Lu Xingye was the dangerous one.

Hearing his intention to leave, Lu Xingye let out an annoyed “Tsk.” “Come here; I’m not going to eat you.”

“Then what do you want me here for?” Qiyu asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and occasionally tugging at his skirt.

“Something serious: studying.” Lu Xingye swiveled his gaming chair to face Qiyu.

Upon hearing the word “studying,” Qiyu’s mood visibly plummeted. “Lu Xingye, that’s not funny.”

He didn’t even call him ‘brother’ anymore.

His last shred of hope was shattered by Lu Xingye’s cold scoff. “Do you think I’m so bored that I’d tutor you?”

“I’d rather die than…” Qiyu shook his head.

“As long as you can outscore me more than twice.”

Lu Xingye looked directly into Qiyu’s eyes, completing the sentence word by word. “I’ll grant you one wish.”

Seeing Qiyu’s wavering expression, Lu Xingye chuckled softly. “Any wish that I can fulfill.”

These few sentences had long since captivated Qiyu’s soul, the young man’s voice luring him to follow step by step.

“Brother, I’m very stupid…” Qiyu frowned, still somewhat disapproving of the plan.

Sacrificing all his time just to disgust Lu Xingye seemed truly uneconomical. Qiyu suspected this was his mother’s doing.

“Baby, your brother is very smart,” Lu Xingye said, a hint of impatience in his voice, yet he still curved his lips into a smile and narrowed his eyes.

“Then… I’ll try?” Qiyu mumbled softly.

“Sit here.” Lu Xingye patted the chair beside him.

“Wait a minute, I need to change my clothes.”

Not wanting to watch him waste ten minutes running up and down, Lu Xingye casually pulled a new set of pajamas from his wardrobe and tossed them to him. “Just wear these.”

“They’re new, so make do.”

Qiyu didn’t stand on ceremony, taking the clothes and heading to the bathroom. This was the most harmonious evening the two had shared in days.

****

“This is the schedule I’ve drawn up for you. Take a look.” Lu Xingye handed Qiyu a piece of paper that had been tucked under a test paper.

Qiyu’s brow furrowed.

“Brother, why did you write three days’ worth of plans on a single sheet of paper?” Qiyu’s face cycled through shades of white, red, and black, a truly colorful display of emotion.

Lu Xingye, reviewing Qiyu’s past incorrect answers, replied without looking up, “It’s not funny.”

“Oh,” Qiyu responded.

“I think this schedule is far too generous,” Qiyu said, his mouth twitching, deliberately using a sarcastic tone.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Lu Xingye paused, appearing to genuinely consider if more time could be squeezed out.

“Brother, I was just kidding…” Qiyu forced a stiff laugh. “A five-minute break in the middle for the bathroom, water, and rest?”

“Am I supposed to hold the paper with one hand, drink with the other, and sleep with my eyes open?” Qiyu couldn’t resist another sarcastic jab.

‘Was this a schedule a human could possibly devise?’

“I could also hold it for you, to save time.” Lu Xingye’s face was devoid of expression as he frowned, looking at the page filled with incorrect answers.

These unintentionally spoken words startled Qiyu into silence. He quietly tucked the schedule inside the test paper.

“Even if you cry tonight, I won’t comfort you.” Lu Xingye placed the test paper firmly on the desk, propping his face with his hand as he gave Qiyu a faint, sidelong glance.

Qiyu’s pale pink lips parted slightly. “Huh?”

He then realized Lu Xingye wouldn’t speak carelessly. ‘So, what was the story behind that statement…?’

“Why would you say that?” Qiyu had a string of questions he wanted to ask. ‘Why would he cry?’

“Just remember that sentence, alright?”

“Let’s start now.” Lu Xingye pulled out all ten test papers he had prepared from his bag.

Qiyu suddenly understood why he might want to cry!

“Brother, I want to sit on your lap to write…” Qiyu blurted out, perhaps subconsciously believing that disgusting Lu Xingye would provide a legitimate reason to be thrown out.