Chapter 20: Cross-dressing Boss F3
“Practice is about done.” Qu You took off her helmet, eyes curved in a smile at Shi Huaibai: “Little Huaibai, remember at the banquet you said you were looking for a job? How’s it going? Want me to introduce one to you?”
Shi Huaibai, whose wages had just been deducted by Jiang Xinian, was spirited: “What?”
Qu You said: “In a month, an art exhibition will be held at the Tianhe Art Museum. You can go talk about contracting the security work there.”
Qu You still had that eyes-curved smile: “Heard you registered a security company, right?”
Shi Huaibai paused. He did register a security company, and even borrowed money from Jiang Xinian to subscribe for 60% of the shares.
But, what kind of company can 400,000 buy? It just sounds nice. He couldn’t help wondering: What capital do I have to undertake the security work of Tianhe Art Museum?
Qu You’s expression remained mysterious: “Go try and you’ll know. The person is also from our school and really wants to meet you. Address sent to you, 8 AM tomorrow.”
Since his midnight battle with Song Chi, Jiang Xinian’s control over him had become stricter. If he wasn’t home by 10 PM, Jiang Xinian’s phone call would come.
Just as Shi Huaibai was sympathizing with Qu You, the phone in his pocket rang desperately again. Jiang Xinian’s voice still carried a bit of laziness: “Where are you now?”
Shi Huaibai was innocent, answering irrelevantly: “I didn’t fight with Song Chi.”
Jiang Xinian said: “I know, come home quickly.”
Shi Huaibai refused: “I am your bodyguard, not your prisoner. Why do you control when I come home?”
Jiang Xinian: “Doesn’t a bodyguard need to protect me? How can you protect me from so far away?”
Shi Huaibai refused again: “You are very safe at home now, no need for protection.”
Jiang Xinian, this capitalist, had top-tier troublemaking skills. His tone was tepid, a bit annoyed: “Why don’t I need protection at home?”
As long as Shi Huaibai didn’t stay outside losing face and causing trouble, it was the most important protection for him.
Shi Huaibai cursed, speaking so fast he almost went “wer~”: “Then tell me! Where and at what point do you need my protection at home?”
Jiang Xinian’s voice was lazy: “I’m turning off the lights to sleep.”
Shi Huaibai: “And then?”
Jiang Xinian was righteous: “I’m afraid of the dark.”
Shi Huaibai was baffled: “Then turn on the light.”
Jiang Xinian kept that perfunctory tone: “Can’t sleep if it’s too bright.”
Shi Huaibai: “…”
Are you doing this on purpose?
The System came out to comfort Shi Huaibai: [I told you, treat F1 like a girl. I’ve given you remedial lessons. Don’t think I don’t know that in your Long Aotian novels, when the female lead is afraid of the dark, you guard their bedside! Why didn’t you think of things like lights then?]
Shi Huaibai: “…”
Can’t refute that…
He bid farewell to Qu You and went back angrily, feeling Jiang Xinian lacked judgment.
When he got home, Jiang Xinian was still in the living room, clearly not having turned off the lights to sleep.
Shi Huaibai: “…”
Jiang Xinian had no embarrassment about lying to a child. He adjusted the arm of his glasses elegantly, tone indifferent: “From now on, if you’re not home by 10 PM, wages deducted.”
Shi Huaibai raged: “What home or no home, you capitalist.”
“Uh-huh.” Jiang Xinian put on that look of never getting angry again, tone cheerful, asking seemingly inadvertently: “Did you form a team with Chen Xin?”
Shi Huaibai revealed everything: “With Qu You.”
“Oh, then good luck.” In that moment, Jiang Xinian’s smile finally had a few degrees of sincerity.
Great, he could remain arrogant beyond compare.
It seemed he was using this unfair competition to prove to himself: Even keeping Shi Huaibai by his side, he would absolutely not be devoured by Shi Huaibai.
“Go to sleep.” Jiang Xinian poured a glass of milk and brought it to Shi Huaibai: “You practiced equestrianism for so long today, you must be tired.”
Facts proved that Jiang Xinian could control when Shi Huaibai slept at night, but couldn’t control when Shi Huaibai left in the morning.
The energetic kid went out at 4 AM, taking the address given by Qu You to find an art studio.
Surprisingly, the studio was already open.
Shi Huaibai knocked gently on the door, then tiptoed in. Astonishingly, full-length mirrors lined all four sides of the studio. A figure with a graceful back appeared, draped in thick curly hair, a red dress swaying to the floor, holding a palette.
The brush gently touched the canvas.
Reflected in the surrounding mirrors was the person’s self-portrait.
An overly magnificent bust portrait came into view. The person in the painting wore a strange smile, high nose bridge, emerald green pupils.
The brush stopped. The curly-haired back turned around, shockingly beautiful, intense and arrogant.
Shi Huaibai froze again.
“Pretty Senior Sister.”
System: [……]
If I’m not mistaken… that’s F3 Shen Chuimian in drag.
The Host really… has no resistance to mixed-race androgynous faces.
The Host was awed by Shen Chuimian’s beauty for the second time, and still didn’t recognize him.
The System laughed awkwardly: [Host, don’t you feel a bit familiar?]
Shi Huaibai: [Beauties are indeed all alike.]
The System euphemistically: [Look, he’s mixed-race.]
Shi Huaibai was sincere: [Honestly, I’ve always felt foreigners all look about the same.]
System: [……]
Shi Huaibai’s “Pretty Sister” was mumbled indistinctly. Shen Chuimian lightly went “Huh?”, and before the sound faded, his tone suddenly became sharp, trying hard to pitch it up: “Pretty Sister?”
“Thanks for the compliment. You too, Little Pretty. Coming so early.” Shen Chuimian was obsessed with this cosplay game. He hadn’t slept all night, painting this self-portrait in front of the mirror. At this moment, he turned around, turning his painting to Shi Huaibai: “What do you think of this painting?”
Shi Huaibai was dazed: “Very beautiful, but I feel her smile is very complex. You look even better when you smile in person.”
“Hahaha…” The other party clutched his belly and laughed, extremely frivolous: “Do you know Mona Lisa? Heard that Da Vinci painted himself as a woman like a fool. Mona Lisa’s features match Da Vinci’s face perfectly. Then is my smile the same as Mona Lisa’s?”
Shi Huaibai was stunned: “Different.”
Shen Chuimian: “Why?”
Shi Huaibai: “Isn’t art incomparable?”
“So you think mine is art?” Shen Chuimian’s slender, flexible arms tightly wrapped around Shi Huaibai’s neck. Only then did Shi Huaibai realize the other party was much taller than him.
Worthy of foreign genes!
Bright red lips outlined seductively. Only when entangled like seaweed did Shi Huaibai wake up from the dream: His hand touched a whole expanse of snowy back behind the fluffy curly hair.
Shi Huaibai’s face turned red instantly.
Seeming to experience the joy of teasing a straight man in drag, Shen Chuimian narrowed his eyes and smiled, continuing to bewitch: “Then are you willing to protect me and my art at my art exhibition?”
A light contract was handed to Shi Huaibai.
Shi Huaibai paused.
Actually giving the Tianhe Art Museum contract to me?
He said gentlemanly: “It would be my pleasure.”
Shen Chuimian’s prying gaze stayed on Shi Huaibai, like looking at prey: “Add a friend contact? I’ll contact you often, Little Pretty.”
Contract signed. At parting.
Mwah~ A crisp kissing sound exploded. Shi Huaibai’s cheek was lifted by Shen Chuimian. With silky charming eyes, he unhesitatingly stamped his own lip print on Shi Huaibai’s cheek. Before Shi Huaibai could react, he bit lightly, leaving a clear ring of teeth marks.
Shi Huaibai boiled completely. Walking out the door in a daze, he touched his face, looking at the System with confused eyes: [She kissed me? Foreigners are so open.]
The System remained petrified, motionless.
F3 and the Host are progressing fast. This is undoubtedly a happy thing.
But…
Forget it…
I won’t say it.
The System spoke righteously: [Remember what I told you? You have a harem of four. That was one of them just now. Grasp it well; she is definitely a great benefactor in your life.]
Shi Huaibai was still pure: [Is it bad to kiss me right at the start?]
The System was shameless: [You are Long Aotian. Isn’t it normal for beauties to throw themselves at you casually?]
Shi Huaibai: [But my steps weren’t like this before.]
System: [What steps?]
Shi Huaibai was serious: [Meet a beauty, like her, she dies, avenge her, go resurrect her. Another beauty, like her, she dies, avenge her, go resurrect her…]
Indeed a harem of three thousand, but didn’t date once.
System: [……]
“Ding…” Shen Chuimian, just remarked as “Pretty Senior Sister” by Shi Huaibai, sent a message. It was a selfie.
The person used fingers to make an OK gesture. The “OK” was placed by the mouth, and a bright red tongue tip probed into the “OK” circle.
Whoosh~ Shi Huaibai dropped his phone, turning into a thoroughly cooked red shrimp.
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