Use Money to Tempt the Little Stutter into Being My Boyfriend Since He Takes Any Job for Pay

"What's the next step, then? Hmm?" Wan Fuqi said viciously as he tore at Li Mao's clothes.

Whenever he found himself trapped in a mental predicament, he always wanted to solve it in the most primal, simplest, and most brutally direct way.

Even though Enigmas were not as controlled by pheromones as Alphas were, their minds were still full of things that needed censoring.

As the apex of the physiological hierarchy, Enigmas constantly sought to reinforce their status and demonstrate their strength.

And the way they established that status was by repeating the most primal act over and over again.

Even though human civilization had now developed into a society where all genders were equal, the things ingrained in one's genes could not be cast off.

Coupled with their exceptional physical qualities and easily uncontrolled emotions, this rare gender had been classified as high-risk.

For that reason, Wan Fuqi had worn a monitoring wristband for eighteen full years.

The cramped space was not conducive to resistance, and the overwhelming gap in strength left Li Mao with no choice but to watch himself gradually fall into a disadvantage.

The weather outside the car window was pleasant, and all kinds of people, each wearing different expressions, passed in front of the vehicle.

Though the location was not particularly concealed, fortunately, most people who came to a hospital had more important things to do than peer inside luxury cars in the parking lot.

Looking past Wan Fuqi's shoulder at the scene outside, Li Mao clenched the hem of his clothes so hard that his nails were nearly lifted.

The crushing humiliation made every word Li Mao forced out through clenched teeth agonizingly difficult.

"You—you fucking ever gonna stop?! What the fuck do—do you want?!"

Li Mao's heart-wrenching roar only earned him the sound of fabric tearing even more violently.

Wan Fuqi was no less furious than Li Mao.

He gritted his teeth and demanded.

"What do I want? I just want to ask what the hell you want!"

"Why did you sell the gift I gave you? Why did you block me on WeChat? Why did you wash off my mark?! What are you trying to do, Li Mao?!"

Li Mao let out a contemptuous snort.

He released his grip on his own collar and gave Wan Fuqi several neither-light-nor-heavy slaps across the side of the face.

The sound was crisp, the force moderate.

After several slaps, the Enigma's glasses had shifted slightly out of place, though they still rested steadily on his high nose bridge. A few incongruous red marks had also appeared on his pale cheek.

Still unsatisfied, Li Mao spat at the unresponsive Wan Fuqi. Yet Wan Fuqi did not even blink, allowing the Alpha to humiliate him however he pleased.

Seeing that, Li Mao could not be bothered to provoke him anymore.

He simply leaned back in his seat, his eyelids drooping lazily as he said with a half-smile, "If you gave—gave it to me, then it's my—my property. How I deal with it is— is my business. If you're scared people will sell it, then don't take your worthless junk out—out to show off and embarrass yourself."

"As for WeChat and that sort of—sort of thing, I blocked you because you were annoying. What, was keeping you around going to help me manage my money? You think you're Change Pass or something?"

"As for the last an—answer, ask your—yourself first."

Li Mao straightened slightly, his brows drawing together as his gaze turned sharper than before.

He jabbed a finger at Wan Fuqi's chest. "Who the fuck do—do you think you are?! Why the hell should I keep your mark?!"

Compared to Li Mao's rage, Wan Fuqi was now as calm as an outsider.

He asked blandly, "Why can't you keep my mark?"

"Wouldn't it be better to stay with me? Once you became my boyfriend, you would no longer have to live in that rundown rental, struggle in a gray area like Golden Rose Bar, or sell Alpha pheromones just to scrape together money."

"I promise I'll mark only you. Everything under my name can be shared with you. After I graduate, we'll hold a wedding. Whatever you want, I'll give it to you."

"No matter where you go, as long as you carry the Wan family name, everyone will look at you differently."

"You can have as much money as you want. I'll help you reclaim your dignity bit by bit. Just stay by my side, and don't wash off my mark."

"Deal?"

Wan Fuqi stared steadily at Li Mao, quietly waiting for his response.

In Wan Fuqi's mind, no one should have been able to refuse terms like these.

Especially someone like Li Mao, who had grown used to being poor, who feared poverty, and who would gamble anything for a few filthy bills.

He did not believe that loving him was something even so many bargaining chips could not balance out.

Perhaps the offer truly was tempting beyond measure. Li Mao did not immediately curse and refute him as usual. Instead, as though carefully considering it, he remained silent for a long time.

No one knew how much time passed.

It was not until the temperature inside the car had dropped enough to make Li Mao shiver that the stalemate finally broke.

When Wan Fuqi saw it, he paused. Then, rather awkwardly, he pinched the zipper of Li Mao's coat and pulled it upward.

The slowly moving zipper made an uneven, scraping sound, like a harsh taunt.

Even Wan Fuqi's fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly.

Just as the zipper was about to reach the top, Wan Fuqi suddenly felt warmth beside his right ear, where his hearing aid hung.

He instantly stiffened with the vigilance of a large feline whose belly had been touched, just short of slapping the reckless trespasser to death.

But he did not do so.

He merely tried his best to adapt to the contact.

Still, having his physical defect touched by his so-called lover made Wan Fuqi's right ear redden visibly. At last, he looked like the inexperienced young man his age should have been.

"Did—did people bully you because of this?" Li Mao asked.

"No." Wan Fuqi lowered his head, like he was bowing in submission, and answered softly.

Li Mao laughed and continued, "I was always dis—disliked and laughed at as a kid because I stuttered. Looking at it this way, having—having money does seem pretty good."

Wan Fuqi raised his head and looked expectantly into Li Mao's eyes.

"So, have you thought it through? Will you be my boyfriend?"

Li Mao withdrew his hand, raised a brow at Wan Fuqi, and answered with a crooked mouth, "You—you know me. I'll take any—any job if the money's right. So when—when are you taking me to transfer the property? Boyfriend."

Wan Fuqi had not expected to truly hear that form of address from Li Mao today.

Seeing his dazed expression, Li Mao teased, "N-no way. You trying to back out on your debt?"

"Of course not. I can only inherit the property after my father dies. When that happens, I'll put your name on everything." Wan Fuqi smiled brightly, as relaxed as if the one who had to die was not his own father.

Li Mao clicked his tongue disdainfully and cursed, "What a filial son."

Only then did he straighten out his rumpled clothes in the mirror and order Wan Fuqi, "If you've got no money, then be my driver to pay off the debt for now. Take—take me to Tianshui City Residential Complex."