Xiao Ci, You Don't Want to Be (11)

Xue Ci felt her blood rush to her face from Fu Yang's words, and her face instantly became burning hot.

He truly didn't understand how the other person could say such things. His face fell, and he said, embarrassed and annoyed, "Stop talking..."

He then awkwardly denied it, saying, "I don't feel comfortable at all."

Fu Yang's lips curled up slightly, letting out a sinister sneer, "Is that so? Then why are the sheets all wet?"

Xue Ci stared blankly at the other person with her round, dull eyes.

This person is awful.

Like a crazy person who's been triggered by a breakup and will say anything.

His eyes began to redden, filled with anger and frustration. He bit his lips repeatedly, but couldn't find the right words to refute the other person.

On the contrary, Fu Yang was captivated by his appearance, his eyes fixed on him with a look of obsession. It was unclear whether he was using these frivolous words to win back Xue Ci or to deliberately provoke her.

"I now know all the places that can make you comfortable."

"You probably don't even realize it yourself, but when I touch those places, your body trembles violently, your skin turns red, your chest puffs out, and you bring your mouth close to mine. Your toes curl up."

"Your meows are like a kitten's, and your sweet juices are everywhere on the sheets."

"Even after all this, you still say no--"

Fu Yang stopped speaking and turned his face to the side.

His face stung from Xue Ci's slap.

The pain finally brought him to his senses. As if realizing he was about to lose Xue Ci, he completely disregarded his pride after being humiliated. Seeing Xue Ci about to leave, he grabbed her wrist tightly. "Hit me all you want, but you're not allowed to break up with me!"

... madman.

Xue Ci struggled fiercely, but the difference in strength was too great, and she couldn't help but open her mouth and curse him, "Are you a mad dog?!"

He had barely finished cursing when Fu Yang bit his lip hard.

"Hiss--"

Xue Ci's face scrunched up in pain, and her lips were bitten until they bled.

The tip of her nose is red.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

They are pitiful and easily arouse sadistic tendencies.

"If I were you, would you stay with me?" Fu Yang couldn't help but use threats and coercion, gritting his teeth, "I'm a mad dog! You and Song Tanhai took me to a hotel, you took off my clothes, even my underwear, you saw my whole body, I know what you want, only a mad dog would want you so much."

"I did what I was supposed to do, so why did you leave me?"

"As long as you don't leave me, I guarantee Song Tanhai will be fine, and it won't affect your life."

You don't want anything to happen to Song Tanhai, do you?

Xue Ci's eyes widened.

How did Fu Yang know all this? Wasn't he drugged?

His ears burned instantly, Xue Ci so embarrassed he didn't know what to do with his hands and feet. He pulled his arm back. "You..."

"Fu Yang!"

The person behind him shouted sharply. Xue Ci back and saw Fu Qingxiao standing very close to him.

When did you come to the balcony? I wonder how much they heard you...

Xue Ci's mind went blank for a moment, and by the time she came to her senses, Fu Qingxiao had already carried her back to the living room.

The man tightened his arms around his waist and abdomen until he put him on the ground before withdrawing his hands.

"Fu Yang's mental state is not good because of this illness, and I will take him to see a psychologist. Don't worry, since you have decided to break up, I won't let Fu Yang bother you anymore."

Xue Ci's expression was a little blank, as if she had been quite frightened.

Fu Qingxiao reassured him, "I'll take you back to school first. Just stay in your dorm for now. I'll keep an eye on Fu Yang."

The once bustling villa instantly fell silent.

Fu Zhouxuan watched the slender figure get into the car and leave before going inside.

Fu Yang was still standing on the balcony, smoking with a dejected look on his face, his profile obscured by the swirling smoke.

The two probably didn't know that the glass door between the balcony and the living room wasn't soundproof.

He and Fu Qingxiao heard clearly what were said, such as "his body was shaking violently" and "his cries were like a kitten's."

Those words were far too provocative for a high school boy who was about to turn 18.

Fu Zhouxuan's ears are still burning hot.

He reached out, trying to cool down the heat that seemed to have come from nowhere.

Unfortunately, his body temperature remained high.

Before this, he had never heard of a man whose moans sounded like a cat's, and who could produce so much fluid... Fu Zhouxuan couldn't even bring himself to say the word that sounded so vulgar and like he was flirting with someone.

But these words don't seem out of place at all when Song Xueci.

Beautiful images filled my mind.

Fu Zhouxuan gritted his teeth and immediately stopped imagining things.

He glanced at the man on the balcony who was smoking his second cigarette, as if he had done something wrong.

After pondering for a moment, as if realizing something, she suppressed all her guilt.

We've already broken up.

Song Xueci was no longer his sister-in-law, but a handsome young man who was only two years older than him and with whom he had no relation.

*

Xue Ci sat restlessly in the back seat of the car.

The van was spacious, and he had already squeezed himself into a corner, but Fu Qingxiao, whether because of his height and long legs or because he always preferred to sit in the middle, found that his suit pants always rubbed against his legs.

Their presence cannot be ignored.

Having just been harassed by a mad dog like Fu Yang, Xue Ci was now very afraid of tall, strong men.

He obediently pressed his legs together and curled up, pretending to sleep.

The streets were unusually quiet. Arguing is exhausting, and Xue Ci didn't know when she fell asleep. When she woke up, the car was already parked downstairs in front of the dormitory.

Fu Qingxiao was processing documents, flipping through the papers very quietly, with a pair of frameless glasses perched on his nose.

Before Xue Ci could make a sound, Fu Qingxiao seemed to sense that he had woken up and turned to look at him.

The glasses softened the man's seriousness, adding a touch of aloof refinement.

"We're at the dorm."

Fu Qingxiao spoke in a low voice.

Xue Ci slowly. Just as he was about to reach for the car door, he heard Fu Qingxiao suddenly say, "Don't worry, after you leave Fu Yang, I'll help you with your father Song Tanhai's debts."

He seemed to be hiding all his desires, pretending to be a perfect person in front of Song Xueci.

"After all, Fu Yang bullied you so many times."

"Don't let him threaten you."

Xue Ci keenly noticed it.

Fu Qingxiao overheard his conversation with Fu Yang.

He pretended not to understand anything and said, "Thank you... Mr. Fu."

It was obvious that Xue Ci and Fu Yang weren't in a proper romantic relationship. So, he decided not to hide it anymore, since he would eventually need Fu Qingxiao as his sugar daddy, and he needed to let the other person get used to it beforehand.

He took out a bank card and an IOU from his bag. "Could you give these to Fu Yang for me?"

Fu Qingxiao glanced at it and only took the bank card.

Xue Ci he hadn't seen it, so she stretched the IOU out further and shook it vigorously.

"No need, I'll pay it off for you." Fu Qingxiao glanced at the IOU indifferently; it must have been written by Xue Ci herself, the handwriting neat and elegant. He narrowed his eyes, "I need you to write an IOU when I'm with you?"

Xue Ci sensed the mockery in the voice and wanted to explain for Fu Yang, but then she heard Fu Qingxiao continue, "His body is useless, and he won't even give him more money."

"..." He pursed his lips, awkwardly swallowing his words, "Then I'll go back to my dorm."

Fu Qingxiao didn't say anything more. He opened the car door for Xue Ci and kept staring at the figure until it entered the dormitory before turning his gaze away.

His shy and flustered expression was so cute.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were moist.

Her eyelashes fluttered, making you want to touch them with your finger.

[I want to kiss him.]

Fu Qingxiao's tone became greedy.

I want to fuck him. I want to make him cry.

The vulgar words made Fu Qingxiao frown slightly.

Having received a traditional education since childhood, he could not accept that his alter ego was so crude and vulgar.

[Shut up.]

His tone was cold, as if he wanted to suppress his alter ego.

And the alternate personality, of course, disliked him too: [What are you pretending for? Your breathing gets heavier every time you see him, especially when you hear Fu Yang bullying him. Can you honestly say you don't want to do those things to Song Xueci?]

Fu Qingxiao remained silent.

Seeing that he remained silent, Fu Qingxiao chuckled mockingly, her tone lazy and nonchalant. "[It's because I always suppress my desires that I came to be.]"

[Let's discuss this: next time let me out, I want to smell his scent.]

He must smell really good.

[Her lips look very kissable.]

Fu Qingxiao's words aroused a strong sense of jealousy in Fu Qingxiao. He hadn't expected to be jealous of a clone. But in a way, even if either of them could sense the other's actions using this body, they weren't the same person.

He liked Song Xueci.

Fu Qingxiao were driven by primal desires.

He will suppress his primal desires and focus on pursuing Song Xueci.

*

Xue Ci spent two restless days.

During that time, I stayed in the dormitory obediently except for attending classes.

The progress bar neither increased nor decreased. Fu Yang stopped bothering him and even removed the spies he had previously placed next to him.

It seems they've broken up for good.

Xue Ci breathed a sigh of relief, temporarily avoiding any further involvement with the Fu Family. He enjoyed a quiet period of campus life, attending classes with his roommates and using his free time to catch up on his coursework, even completing the online English courses he hadn't had time to skip.

His well-behaved and quiet demeanor was secretly photographed and posted on a forum, where the discussion thread remained highly popular.

Some male classmates who were previously curious about Song Xueci but couldn't get close to her started posting on the forum to speculate whether she had broken up with that big shot from before.

At first, everyone only dared to guess, until one day Song Xueci went to the library alone. On the way, she forgot to bring her meal card when she bought lemonade. She took the initiative to ask a classmate for her card. The classmate blushed and lent it to her. After that, the classmate boldly asked Song Xueci out without being warned. Only then did everyone realize that Song Xueci currently single.

The boy whose meal card was lent out even replied to a post on the forum.

He smells so good, and his voice is so gentle. I feel so weird; I'm supposed to be straight, but I blush whenever he gets close to me! I want to talk to him, does anyone understand?!

So everyone went crazy, with long lines forming every day to buy lemonade. Some people even tried to bump into Song Xueci Song Xueci. Although they were rejected, they still managed to strike up a conversation.

The person upstairs who spoke to him, I can attest, did indeed blush.

I'm definitely straight.

But I got up there.

With more suitors, Xue Ci's ex, who had previously tried to change her mind, couldn't sit still anymore and took the initiative to ask her if she had broken up with Fu Yang.

Xue Ci kindly corrected, "It's not a breakup, it's the end of the relationship."

Jiang Shu: "Is there any difference?"

Xue Ci: "I'm not dating him, I'm being kept by him."

Jiang Shu was stunned. He hadn't expected Xue Ci to use such a frank tone to say something like "being kept."

My gaze fell on the boy's refined and striking features.

That's true, why not be open and honest?

Xue Ci must have been forced into this situation.

Jiang Shu looked distressed, pressed his forehead against Xue Ci's, and whispered, "Did he bully you?"

Compared to his earlier openness, Xue Ci now felt embarrassed. He turned his face away, then rested his chin on his hand and casually spread his textbook in front of him, asking him to help him highlight the key points.

After Jiang Shu finished all that, on his way back to the dormitory, he solemnly suggested to Xue Ci that they try dating again.

"You can tell me anything you like or dislike about me." He took Xue Ci's hand and gently kissed her fingertips. "How about we start dating properly?"

Xue Ci listened attentively, then pondered for a moment, "It's good..."

Jiang Shu's eyes lit up: "Then you--"

Xue Ci whispered, "But I can only be a canary."

Jiang Shu didn't hear clearly. "What?"

Xue Ci immediately shut up. Just then, Fu Qingxiao called.

Fu Qingxiao has been calling frequently to check on Fu Yang lately and has also sent gifts through his assistant, presumably to make amends for Fu Yang's mistake.

The other party called this time to invite him out to dinner.

The progress bar hadn't moved for a long time, and Xue Ci had rested enough, so she mustered her energy and agreed to the other party's request.

If you want to be a kept woman, you have to get to know Fu Qingxiao first.

Xue Ci was frightened by Fu Yang's high profile and was afraid that people would gossip and make a scene, so he asked Fu Qingxiao to park the car near the school.

Unlike Fu Yang Fu Qingxiao was not difficult to deal with. Without asking any questions, he stopped at a coffee shop some distance from the school.

As soon as Xue Ci got on the bus, Jiang Shu sent a message.

Didn't we say we were breaking up?

[Why are you getting entangled with the Fu Family again?]

[Xiao Ci, you're too young to know how bad men can be. They see you like dogs see a bone, they'll swarm you, sucking and licking you, they won't stop until they make you cry.]

[Fu Yang has slept with you many times, hasn't he? If you need money, you can tell me. I won't threaten you or make you pay anything under the guise of giving you money.]

Xue Ci's cheeks flushed as she looked at it.

What's with all this licking...?

However, Jiang Shu's words were very sincere, and he had recently helped him a lot with his studies and credits. Pretending not to see the message and not replying to it was quite hurtful.

11 popped up: [Host, don't be fooled! He wants to lick it too!]

Xue Ci: "..."

He ignored those words and racked his brains for more than ten minutes before gently telling the other party that he had never been bullied and that he had the ability to identify bad people. The other end finally quieted down.

Xue Ci was focused on her phone and had no idea that while she was replying to Jiang Shu, Fu Qingxiao was struggling with his alternate personality.

[What are you doing? You're even more useless than Fu Yang! He's sitting right next to you chatting with other men, and you're just standing there watching?]

[Useless trash! Give me your body!]

Fu Qingxiao could feel his consciousness being taken away, but fortunately, he had been in possession of the body for a long time and was able to barely suppress the alternate personality.

He was just texting a friend.

I like him, and I want to pursue him seriously, not deprive him of his freedom.

Fu Qingxiao's tone was gloomy as he warned Fu Qingxiao.

Hypocritical! Do you even believe what you say yourself?

Don't blame me if he gets snatched away from you!

"Mr. Fu?"

Hearing Xue Ci's voice, Fu Qingxiao snapped out of his reverie and responded softly. His forehead was covered in veins and cold sweat, and his complexion was not good.

Xue Ci, worried, leaned closer and took out a wet wipe from her bag. Just as she was about to hand it over, she immediately remembered that she was about to hook up with this person, and her finger paused.

The kitten moved a little closer. "You're sweating a lot, let me wipe it for you."

He wiped very slowly, his fingers intentionally brushing against the man's face.

But no more than that.

While helping to wipe the sweat, the kitten peeked at Fu Qingxiao's expression. Seeing the man sitting there with an upright face, she felt that her attempt to seduce him had failed, and sat back down in her seat with a dejected look.

In fact, the moment his fingers touched her, Fu Qingxiao was thinking—how many times in one night would it take to fill his stomach?

Men have been hypocritical for so many years, and they are very good at pretending to be decent human beings. The more filthy their thoughts are, the more innocent and detached they appear on the surface.

Xue Ci followed him into a quiet, members-only restaurant.

The weather is gradually turning cooler, and after a few autumn rains, winter has officially arrived.

Xue Ci changed into a down jacket. His scarf was fluffy, covering his face so that only his beautiful eyes were visible, with thick, curled eyelashes that looked as if they could hold a layer of snow.

During this period, Fu Qingxiao contacted him more and more frequently, always taking him to different high-end restaurants, and giving him expensive and exquisite gifts every time he returned to the dormitory.

He would occasionally bring Fu Zhouxuan along.

Xue Ci took the opportunity to get closer to Fu Zhouxuan, and fortunately Fu Zhouxuan didn't dislike him, so the progress bar increased a bit.

But overall, the growth was still very slow.

Xue Ci very distressed— Fu Qingxiao had been helping Fu Yang make amends for his mistakes during this time, treating him very well like an elder.

He was too embarrassed to ask a respected elder whether or not they needed a canary.

Perhaps he could maintain a purely platonic relationship with Fu Qingxiao, thus having a chance to meet the protagonist.

As for potential investors... we still need to look for more.

*

As the weekend approached, Xue Ci was taken to the villa by Fu Qingxiao.

The other party brought him here to teach him how to make cakes.

In the original storyline, the key to Xue Ci's close relationship with the protagonist was when he gave the protagonist a homemade cake on his birthday. The protagonist had never had his birthday celebrated before, so he completely let down his guard and the two became close friends.

Fu Zhouxuan's birthday is in a month.

Xue Ci mentioned this to Fu Qingxiao on the phone, and the other party said he would do it and agreed to bring him back to the villa to teach.

The Fu Family and nephew live in the same villa area, but Xue Ci is not worried because she heard that Fu Yang has not been staying at the villa recently.

Fu Qingxiao's villa was also quite deserted, but there were now a housekeeper and several maids. The living room was very warm, Xue Ci took off her coat, revealing a white turtleneck sweater underneath, which made her small face look pretty and soft.

The man was wearing loungewear, his bangs hanging down his forehead, and his facial features were much softer than usual.

He tied an apron on Xue Ci and then carefully described the steps for making the cake.

Xue Ci sat upright in the chair like a primary school student, almost with her hands behind her back.

The cake base was already shaped and placed in the oven. While waiting, Xue Ci decided to whip the cream.

There was a sudden noise at the door, and the butler came over. "Mr. Fu, Young Master Fu is here. He said he wants to move the flowers from his villa over here."

Young Master Fu? Could it be...? Xue Ci tensed up, but Fu Qingxiao pressed down on her shoulder. "Don't be afraid, I'm here. Fu Yang wouldn't dare to do anything."

"He's been reflecting on his actions lately, and besides, his health isn't good, so he won't do anything to you again."

Soon, Xue Ci heard footsteps.

Fu Yang, wearing a black overcoat, brought a chill into the room as he entered.

The man's nose was red from the cold, his hair was cut shorter, and his eyes and brows looked tired but not dejected.

He was carrying several flowerpots in his hands, and his gaze swept around the living room, not lingering on Xue Ci for long.

"Young Master Fu, over here."

The butler led Fu Yang to the indoor garden.

"Xiao Ci?"

Fu Qingxiao brought Xue Ci's attention back.

Xue Ci absentmindedly whipped the cream. He had just noticed that the flowers in Fu Yang's arms were ones that had been planted in the villa's garden.

The reason I remember is because he personally selected all those flowers.

Knowing Fu Yang's temperament, he assumed these flowers would suffer a terrible fate.

I never expected to be so well cared for until now.

"Xiao Ci, the cream is showing," Fu Qingxiao reminded her, then stood up and slowly wiped Xue Ci's fingers.

His expression was indifferent. The dissatisfaction and stubbornness in his eyes were deliberately suppressed.

Xue Ci didn't notice any of this, letting the other person hold her wrist. After a moment, she couldn't help but ask, "Why did he put those flowers here with you?"

"Because those flowers are your favorites." Fu Qingxiao put down the tissue, leaned down, and looked into Xue Ci's innocent expression with his dark eyes. "In his mind, we're dating, and we might even stay here tonight. He brought your favorite flowers here hoping you'd see them."

Wh-what...

Xue Ci exclaimed incredulously, "But we... we didn't..."

"We ate together, went shopping, and I brought you to the villa. To anyone else, our relationship seemed very close." Fu Qingxiao's grip tightened. "We might have even kissed, or done things that went far beyond that."

Xue Ci, then awkwardly tried to withdraw her finger.

Fu Qingxiao didn't let go. "There's still a little cream left."

Xue Ci didn't pull her hand away again, feeling her fingers burning from the man's grip.

The living room began to fill with the aroma of cake batter. Fu Yang didn't linger; he quickly put down the flowerpot and left, the whole process taking no more than ten minutes.

This made Xue Ci feel very guilty.

That evening, after Fu Qingxiao escorted him back to his dorm, he remembered something and discussed it with Fragment: "[Is Fu Yang's health still okay?]"

Knowing the power of the Fragment, Xue Ci continued, "[What if I use my points? Would that be useful?]"

The deep, mature man's voice was now tinged with jealousy. "Baby, are you going to use your own points for him? Just for a useless **?"

The vulgar words were censored, but Xue Ci knew what they meant. He frowned, suppressing the heat in his cheeks: [Don't talk like that...]

After a moment of silence, Fragment finally relented: [Baby, you don't need to use points. The application I modified was discovered and will be disabled tomorrow night.]

Xue Ci in surprise, "Then he'll get better?"

Fragment: [Baby, don't pity him. I don't even have a body. Have pity on me.]

Xue Ci touched it perfunctorily twice.

After thoroughly enjoying touching the Fragment, he instructed, "[Baby, quickly block him. A leopard can't change its spots; he'll definitely send you nude photos.]"

Xue Ci was skeptical, but she was proven wrong the very next evening.

Fu Yang wouldn't fit his public image, so he kept his WeChat and contact information.

However, the man remained quiet after the relationship ended.

Until the dialog box suddenly jumps to the top.

Xue Ci on --

Fu Yang sent him a photo, not exactly a nude photo, just a casual selfie in front of a mirror, except that his shirt was deliberately lifted up, revealing clear and smooth lines to his well-defined abs.

Xue Ci confused and pretended not to see it.

In the following days, Fu Yang would send several photos every day.

Each one is more outrageous than the last.

Later, he stopped wearing shirts altogether, and his pants became increasingly smaller and tighter.

Its size is comparable to some websites.

Xue Ci had actually stopped blushing; those men used to send him these kinds of messages too.

Amidst the intense insults from 11, he quickly deleted the photos, picked up his washbasin, and went to the corridor to wash his clothes.

As soon as the door opened, Fu Yang was standing outside.

?

It was the dead of winter, and the heating in the corridor wasn't very strong. Fu Yang was wearing only thin workout clothes.

The coat was tucked into my arm.

Xue Ci had a bad feeling, so she immediately turned her face away, picked up the washbasin, and walked quickly towards the corridor.

Fu Yang followed at a leisurely pace, without saying a word.

The washroom was empty. Xue Ci found a spot, put the basin down, and never looked up.

He only had a short-sleeved shirt and underwear in his basin, so he didn't wear a jacket when he went out; he just came out in his short-sleeved shirt and shorts.

My knees and elbows were pink from the cold.

Xue Ci a weight on her shoulder and looked up in surprise.

Fu Yang draped the coat over him, but his expression was as if he were owed money. "Your boyfriend only knows how to kiss you, but doesn't help you do your laundry?"

Xue Ci found it annoying, so after returning the clothes to him, she lowered her eyes and ignored him.

Fu Yang continued, "Where's your boyfriend?"

He was clearly trying to get information out of her. Xue Ci didn't realize it, but she didn't reply.

His expression was displeased, and his tone was somewhat fierce. "How did you get in?"

Fu Yang said "Oh," and stared intently at Xue Ci's face. "I said, I'm in a hurry to use my body on someone."

"..."

Xue Ci's ears burned, her face flushed with embarrassment and anger. She rinsed the foam off her hands, picked up the basin, and was about to leave.

The next moment, however, he was blocked by Fu Yang.

I'm all better now.

Xue Ci knew perfectly well, and he awkwardly curled his fingers. "... Oh."

"Why don't you try it behind your boyfriend's back?" Fu Yang leaned closer, his nose almost touching Xue Ci's cheek. "If it works, you can keep using it."

I won't tell anyone.

Author's Note:

Brother Yang felt he was ready again.

But he also has to watch his wife being taken advantage of by other men.

After all, the baby doesn't need that one [doge][doge][doge]