This guy's pants were crushing my junk.

7

"President Bo's spare clothes are in this wardrobe, Mr. Hua. They're all new. You look a few centimeters taller than President Bo, but they should still fit."

Housekeeper Chen opened the wardrobe. It held brand-new shirts, dress pants, and ties, without a single piece of casual clothing.

Hua Jian wasn't picky, of course. He quickly said, "Anything will do."

Housekeeper Chen nodded to him and left the guest room.

Hua Jian quickly stripped off his paint-soaked clothes.

He took out a white shirt and casually put it on.

His mind suddenly began to wander.

Butler Chen had called Qi Fanling's uncle Mr. Bo. There really did seem to be someone with that surname in the book.

Bo Lin, a powerful man who kept an extremely low profile, was one of the few men in the book who didn't like Shu Yao. However, he was friends with the supporting male character, Lu Zexi.

Creak.

Lost in thought, Hua Jian didn't hear the movement behind the door.

Someone pushed the door open.

"Who are you?"

A man's displeased voice suddenly sounded behind him, and Hua Jian spun around.

Oh, crap. He had taken off his glasses while removing his sweatshirt. Even squinting, all he could make out was a tall, slim silhouette standing against the light.

This must be Qi Fanling's uncle.

"Hello, Mr. Bo. I'm Miss Fanling's art teacher. I got paint on my clothes, so Butler Chen let me change in here."

"Really? An art teacher. Hah."

The man's voice sounded a little odd, and a little familiar.

"I..."

Before Hua Jian could finish, the door slammed shut with a bang in answer.

He ran his tongue along his teeth, speechless. "...What's his problem?"

As he continued buttoning his shirt, he slowly lowered his head. He was standing on the floor in white socks, with bare legs and his upper body exposed. It really wasn't a pretty sight.

He muttered sheepishly, "I'm actually a respectable guy."

A few minutes later, fully dressed, Hua Jian arrived in the living room.

Qi Fanling was delighted, giggling nonstop.

The man with his back to him must have been that big shot, Bo Lin.

"Uncle, look! That's the alien teacher I told you about." Qi Fanling leaned toward Bo Lin's ear and spoke in what she thought was a quiet voice.

"Mm."

Bo Lin neither turned around nor greeted Hua Jian.

Hua Jian didn't mind. Aloof big shots always had this sort of personality. If he didn't even like the novel's universally adored bottom protagonist...

[Bo Lin was probably impotent.]

Bo Lin narrowed his eyes slightly and turned to look at the man who kept appearing in front of him, trying to attract his attention.

The man before him was tall and long-legged. Bo Lin stood at 185 centimeters, yet his custom-made dress pants exposed the white cotton socks around Hua Jian's ankles.

He had tucked the shirt snugly into his pants, faintly outlining his firm waist and abdomen.

Something stirred inside Bo Lin. He had to admit that Hua Jian had a figure both men and women could appreciate.

His gaze finally settled on Hua Jian's face.

The black-framed glasses were an eyesore, hiding Hua Jian's alluring eyes and beautiful face.

Bo Lin frowned. "Is the lesson over?"

"Yes, Mr. Bo."

[This guy's pants were crushing my dick.]

Bo Lin's temple gave a sharp twitch. He said in a low voice, "Butler Chen, take him home."

His expression was grim. This Hua Jian really had caught his attention!

First he had climbed into his bed, then appeared where he was buying a watch. Now he was pretending not to know him while coming here to tutor Fanling.

He would see just what Hua Jian was up to!

"Uncle, don't you like the alien teacher?"

Bo Lin paused, then picked Qi Fanling up. "Of course I do. But when the alien teacher wasn't speaking, what did you hear?"

Qi Fanling's little cheeks flushed. Looking a little bashful, she buried her face against her uncle's neck and said shyly, "The alien teacher kept saying I was cute and that he wanted to squish me. What does squish mean, Uncle?"

Bo Lin pinched her little cheek. "Like what I'm doing? But you're a girl, Fanling. If your tutor touches you, you must say no and tell your uncle, understand?"

"I'll remember, Uncle!"

Bo Lin had been busy lately and had been staying at his apartment downtown.

He hadn't seen Qi Fanling in a long time. Worried about her, he had postponed a meeting to come home and check on her.

He played with Qi Fanling for a while before leaving the villa in Luchuan.

The car hadn't gone far when Bo Lin spotted Hua Jian walking up ahead.

The Luchuan villa complex was enormous. Walking from the Bo family's villa through the complex to the main road would probably take at least an hour.

Tsk. Hua Jian's intentions couldn't be more obvious.

Jiang Kai knew the man ahead was Miss Fanling's art teacher, but since his boss hadn't said anything, he naturally couldn't take it upon himself to act.

The black Rolls-Royce soon sped past Hua Jian.

Watching the figure shrink in the rearview mirror, Bo Lin said flatly, "There's no need to keep investigating the person from that night at the Haiping Hotel."

The man had walked straight into his trap, showing up right under his nose!

A dark look flashed through Bo Lin's eyes. This man named Hua Jian kept crossing his lines. He would see just how much nerve he had!

"Yes, boss."

Unable to get a ride, Hua Jian walked for a long time before reaching the main road and entering a subway station.

He went to an optician's and got a lighter pair of glasses, along with a pair of contact lenses.

He had never worn glasses before. After just two days, he had only one thought: his ears and nose were being crushed to death.

With money in his account, he could breathe easy. After getting his glasses, he went to buy an outfit that suited his tastes.

He wolfed down a few bites of food before heading to the UP Bar.

Making money was a must.

With Xie Zhiyan of the Xie Family entangled with the bottom protagonist, bankruptcy probably couldn't be avoided no matter what.

Since Hua Jian had taken over the original owner's body, he naturally had to help look after his mother.

Madam Hua was accustomed to a pampered life. Hua Jian couldn't give her lavish wealth, but he at least had to work toward a comfortable living.

His appointment with Manager Liu at the UP Bar was at three in the afternoon.

When he arrived, he went to the back door.

Although Manager Liu was willing to extend a courtesy to "Mr. Xie's younger brother," he still left a minor matter like an interview to the floor supervisor.

The supervisor was twenty-five or twenty-six. He had expected another young master's little lover, but Hua Jian stunned him the moment he walked in.

The man had to tilt his head as he entered to avoid hitting the doorframe.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses and a smile. A plain white T-shirt covered his lean frame, while ordinary black casual pants made his legs look especially long.

His outfit was simple, but paired with his beautifully proportioned body and handsome face, it gave him an indescribably restrained, almost ascetic air.

The supervisor couldn't help swallowing.

He wasn't into men, but after spending so long in this scene, he could still tell that this man was a dream top in gay circles.

"Did Manager Liu send you? Everyone calls me Brother Shen. You can call me that too."

"Hello, Brother Shen. Manager Liu told me to come to you for an interview."

Brother Shen was no taller than 175 centimeters. Looking up at Hua Jian, he smiled. "You don't need an interview with looks like yours. If you come work here, all our customers will be swooning over you. Can you dance?"

As soon as he asked, he inwardly cursed himself. He had forgotten this man was some young master's little lover.

Hua Jian said, "No."

Brother Shen gave a sheepish smile. "Can you mix drinks? The bar officially opens at nine at night. Come at eight and make a few drinks to get a feel for it."

"Thank you, Brother Shen. Just call me Xiao Jian."

"All right, Xiao Jian. Add me on WeChat. I'll transfer your wages to you there."

Hua Jian hadn't expected things to go so smoothly. He thanked Brother Shen.

After they added each other on WeChat, Brother Shen asked, seemingly offhandedly, "Are you friends with Young Master Hua, Xiao Jian?"

Hua Jian paused. "We're classmates."

Brother Shen raised an eyebrow. "All right, come at eight." As he spoke, he looked Hua Jian up and down, then added, "Just wear that. We'll get you a uniform when we have one that fits."