Chapter 9: The Cross-Dressing Mix-up — Plays Both Teams? Even Dares to Accept a Man’s Love Letter…
Two people suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor, their footsteps approaching. He Qing signaled for him to hold it first.
Jiang Yunian clutched the sanitary pad, his palms sweating, wondering why he hadn’t left yet. He covered his stomach with one hand and supported himself against the wall with the other, inching towards the women’s restroom step by step. The long dress he wore today dragged on the floor, and fearing it would get dirty, he could only walk slowly on his tiptoes, his legs trembling ceaselessly.
Seeing this, He Qing reached out to support him. The moment their arms touched, Jiang Yunian trembled slightly.
“I’ll help you to the door.”
Alarm bells rang in Jiang Yunian’s mind. Was He Qing going to watch him enter the women’s restroom? There were surveillance cameras above; he didn’t want to be taken for a pervert.
In a flash of inspiration, he clutched his stomach and squatted down along the wall, a soft groan escaping his lips.
“Is it very painful?” He Qing squatted down with him.
Jiang Yunian shook his head, his voice weak: “It’s okay… just a stomachache. Maybe I’ll be fine after squatting for a while.”
You hurry up and leave; once you leave, I’ll be fine.
Why not squat inside if your stomach hurts? He Qing thought about it again; after all, he was a man, and a girl encountering such a thing would inevitably be embarrassed. It was inconsiderate of him. He took out his phone, “Shall I call Hao Meng over?”
“No need!” Jiang Yunian pressed his hand down, forcing a smile, “I’m really fine, I just need a moment.”
“Are you sure?”
“Really, you wait for me outside first, I’ll be right there.”
The fragility in that tone was already quite obvious.
He Qing heard the underlying meaning; it was indeed inappropriate to stay longer. He said, “Okay, try to control it for now. Call if you need anything.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt it was inappropriate, so he added a stiff “sorry” before turning and walking away quickly.
Jiang Yunian nodded indiscriminately, thinking, Can this even be controlled?
Hao Meng walked over carrying two bottles of mineral water, one room temperature and one ice-cold. She casually tossed the room temperature one to He Qing and was about to hand the cold one to Jiang Yunian, only to find the person missing.
“Eh, where is she?”
“Went to the restroom.” He Qing caught the water.
“Oh, give this bottle to her later.”
“Oh, then keep this cold one for her.” Hao Meng placed the ice water on the stone table nearby, a thin layer of mist floating on the bottle.
“She can’t drink this.” He Qing paused his hand on the bottle cap, not unscrewing it. “She… is not very convenient. Let her drink mine.”
Hao Meng choked on her water, “Ah? What’s not convenient?”
He Qing thought she didn’t understand and explained, “She’s on her period, can’t drink cold things.”
“He?” Hao Meng’s eyes widened into circles, “On his period? How come I didn’t know?!”
“You know now.”
He Qing took out the pack of Space 7 pads, which had two missing, from his bag and handed it to Hao Meng. “Take the rest away. She’s not feeling well, might still need them.”
When he gave him the sanitary pad at the restroom door just now, Jiang Yunian’s resistant and embarrassed look suggested he was very thin-skinned. He guessed Jiang Yunian would still avoid him when he came back later, so it would be more appropriate for a girl to give it to him.
After a while, Jiang Yunian lifted his skirt hem and inched back with small steps, his eyes dodging, deliberately avoiding He Qing’s direction. He had been thirsty for a while and picked up the water at hand to drink.
“Wait.”
Jiang Yunian paused his hand twisting the cap, “?”
“You drink this.” He Qing stuffed his room temperature bottle into his hand and even considerately helped him unscrew the cap.
Jiang Yunian looked blank, not understanding the difference between the two bottles. Weren’t they both mineral water?
“This is cold.” He Qing reminded him.
What’s wrong with cold?
It’s not even autumn yet.
Then, following He Qing’s gaze, he glanced at the glaring pink packaging on the table and immediately realized.
Oh right! He shouldn’t be able to drink cold things right now.
Jiang Yunian feigned naturalness as he accepted the room temperature mineral water. His fingertips accidentally brushed against He Qing’s fingers, sending a slight tingling sensation.
What does he mean?
Doesn’t he like men?
Why is he concerned about him?
Associating this with Zhou Shu’s various methods of dealing with love rivals, cold sweat broke out on Jiang Yunian’s back. Being eyed by He Qing was not a good thing.
“Heard you’re on your period too?”
While his thoughts were churning, Hao Meng’s ill-intentioned voice cut in.
This…
Jiang Yunian instinctively looked at He Qing, who was tilting his head back to drink water. He hurriedly cast a pleading look at Hao Meng, blinking his eyes, begging her to show mercy. When He Qing looked over, he whispered a small “Mn… just, just started.”
His face was so red he could hardly lift his head.
Seeing him on the verge of tears, Hao Meng showed mercy and didn’t pursue further. Instead, she dragged out her tone and said sarcastically, “Oh—then you must be very careful, can’t drink cold things, oh.”
Jiang Yunian nodded stiffly, his whole person numb.
During the break, the classroom was noisy. Fang Xiaolin held a stack of forms, weaving through the desks and chairs to distribute them one by one. Walking to Jiang Yan’s row, her gaze involuntarily fell on Jiang Yan’s face.
He was slightly bowing his head, looking intently at his phone. A few strands of hair were gently lifted by the breeze outside the window, outlining a clear and sharp jawline.
Fang Xiaolin’s heartbeat missed a beat for no reason.
She was somewhat timid, wanting to talk to Jiang Yan but afraid of disturbing him.
After hesitating for a moment, she still shuffled closer, placing the form gently on the edge of the desk, her voice soft and light: “Classmate, trouble you to fill out this form.”
Jiang Yan was wearing headphones, completely immersed in his own world, oblivious to his surroundings. Fang Xiaolin had to hand the form forward again, almost touching his hand, “Classmate…”
Her vision was suddenly blocked by a patch of white. Jiang Yan lifted his eyelids, his pitch-black eyes revealing a hint of gloom.
Fang Xiaolin froze.
“What is it?” Zhou Shu popped his head over to take a look.
Fang Xiaolin snapped out of it, averting her gaze somewhat uncomfortably, her voice remaining soft: “It’s a personal information form, everyone has to fill it out.”
This gentle, water-like tone attracted a curious glance from the girl at the desk in front of her. When she saw the two handsome guys with completely different styles sitting next to her, the girl revealed a knowing, ambiguous smile.
“Give it to me.” Zhou Shu simply reached out, scooped up both forms, and casually borrowed a pen from the brother next door.
“Eh—” Fang Xiaolin saw him casually write down the name “Jiang Yan” and hurriedly spoke up to stop him, “This is his, how can you…”
Zhou Shu hooked the corner of his mouth, extended his arm to wrap around Jiang Yan’s shoulder, and said without blushing or skipping a beat: “We are biological brothers, don’t we look like it?”
The certain someone beside him, who had lowered his head again at some point, was annoyed by their noise. With a shake of his shoulder, he threw off Zhou Shu’s arm.
Not alike.
Fang Xiaolin’s eyes darted back and forth between their faces. One melancholic and quiet, one flashy and extroverted; no matter how she looked, they didn’t seem like brothers.
Not only did they not look alike, even their surnames were completely different.
Carrying such doubts, she lowered her head to watch Zhou Shu fill out the form. Immediately after, she held her breath. When writing in the “Parents’ Occupation” column, she saw him wave his pen and elegantly write down the big characters “Chairman of Zhou Xing Group.”
Looking at his mother again, her surname was impressively Jiang.
At night, Jiang Yan hugged his shabby little pillow again, guarding Jiang Yunian’s door early, like a puppy waiting for its owner to open the door.
“Ge.”
The eyes he looked at Jiang Yunian with were wet, twinkling with starlight.
Seeing him like this, Jiang Yunian’s chest ache faintly. Having been tormented all night by this restless guy yesterday, if there was another night, who knew how he would sleepwalk.
This time, he absolutely could not be soft-hearted again.
Jiang Yunian pretended not to understand the expectation in his eyes, rubbed his eyes wearily, “I’m going to sleep, let’s talk tomorrow if there’s anything.”
Saying this, he pulled the door closed, but it was held by the other’s hand. Jiang Yan blinked, a trace of unease in his tone, “It might thunder again today.”
Outside the window, the moonlight was bright and clean, pouring in its clear radiance, silent and soundless.
“It’s not raining, it won’t.”
“But I want to be with Ge…”
“The weather forecast says it won’t thunder today, look!” Jiang Yunian interrupted him, directly shining the phone screen before his eyes, clearly displaying a high temperature of 20°C.
Jiang Yan: “…”
“Be good, go back and sleep by yourself, don’t kick off the quilt.”
Jiang Yan hugged his pillow, watching helplessly as the door panel closed before his eyes, his fingernails almost digging into the cotton filling.
We’ve already slept together, why won’t he let me in?
His pitch-black eyes stared resentfully at the door, his mind filled with the image of Jiang Yunian sleeping defenselessly beside him, docile as an offering presented to him by his own hands.
Is it because I bit Ge and hurt him yesterday?
I’ll be gentler next time, okay? Ge.
A few minutes later, the light inside went out. Jiang Yan stood in the dark corridor for a long, long time. The wet starlight in his eyes gradually faded, leaving only bottomless gloom and cold clarity.
What’s the rush?
It’s just a matter of time.
Without the entanglement of the human octopus, Jiang Yunian slept exceptionally sweetly this time, and his complexion improved a lot when he woke up. passing by Jiang Yan’s door, he glimpsed him wearing two huge dark circles under his eyes, looking listless. Jiang Yunian couldn’t help but put on the air of “older brother” to educate him to stay up less late and sleep earlier, otherwise he wouldn’t grow tall.
Jiang Yan, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall and more than half a head taller than him, humphed and retaliated by closing the door mercilessly in his face.
Young age, big waking temper.
Jiang Yan didn’t sleep all night, and the air he passed through carried low pressure. Fang Xiaolin sitting beside him clearly felt the chill drifting from the side.
“Whoa, committed suicide last night?” Zhou Shu teased with his loose mouth, “This face is whiter than someone dead for three days.”
Jiang Yan was too lazy to even lift his eyelids to pay attention. Zhou Shu saw the heavy dark circles under his eyes. Well, he’s become a national treasure giant panda now.
During the break, he closed his eyes and leaned against the back of the chair to nap, when his phone suddenly vibrated. There was news about the matter he asked people to investigate.
Jiang Yan opened his eyes, clicked on the photo sent, and his pupils shrank骤然 (suddenly).
In the photo, Jiang Yunian was actually wearing a dreamy blue puffy dress, standing at the entrance of the women’s restroom! And opposite him, a man’s back… was very familiar! That person was holding a pink thing resembling an envelope, handing it to a shy-faced him.
The veins on his forehead throbbed. Jiang Yan’s eyes were instantly covered with terrifying red blood streaks, and a cold sneer squeezed out from his nasal cavity.
No wonder he refused to let me in last night even if he died; so there was someone outside!
Plays for both teams? Even dares to accept a man’s love letter? really underestimated his Ge.
Jiang Yan stared fixedly at that photo, his eyes turning redder and redder. By the time he realized what he had done, a series of questions filled with hostility had been smashed out like cannonballs.
[Yan: Photo.jpg]
[Yan: Who is this man?]
[Yan: Dressed like this just for him?]
[Yan: He forced you, right? Daring to have designs on Ge, really deserves to die!]
Jiang Yan typed at flying speed, his jaw clenched tight, his back molars almost crushed.
“Hey, don’t actually die here.” Seeing his face was wrong, Zhou Shu sharply glimpsed his phone and instantly exploded: “Fuck, you dare to secretly photograph my wifey?!”
He grabbed Jiang Yan’s collar, lowered his voice, and questioned viciously: “Confess honestly! Did you eye him long ago? No wonder he only deletes me but not you! So you were waiting for me here!”
His face was full of grief and indignation, looking like he had been stabbed several times by his wife and brother successively.
“What did you say?” The hostility in Jiang Yan’s eyes suddenly stagnated, asking in disbelief: “He is He Qing?”
“Nonsense!” Zhou Shu snatched the phone, “Why are you saving my wifey’s photo? Don’t touch a friend’s wife! Do you fucking understand the rules!”
Speaking of which, he suddenly paused. The “girl” in the photo looked really familiar, “Isn’t this that little sissy?”
“No, why get touchy-feely just shooting an ad? Playing role-play here?!”
Hearing the three words “little sissy,” Jiang Yan frowned displeasedly, “You’re sure he is He Qing?”
Zhou Shu said unhappily: “What do you mean, I would recognize my wifey’s back even if it turned to ash!”
“Wait…” Zhou Shu had a flash of inspiration and suddenly reacted, “You secretly photographed my wifey for this little sissy? The person who saved you… is him?!”
“No wonder he dressed like this, simply a match made in heaven with a pervert like you.”
Jiang Yan gave him a cold warning glance, his fingers flying to urgently withdraw the message sent almost two minutes ago.
The prompt “Message withdrawn” appeared on the screen, and Jiang Yan’s tight jawline loosened slightly. He turned off the phone and said unceremoniously: “Control your person, you don’t need to care about the rest.”
Zhou Shu was baffled, “Who cares about your crappy business? Hurry up and delete my wifey’s photo! It’s bad luck just looking at it!”
Jiang Yan ignored him. The phone pushed a notification again; Jiang Yunian’s reply was long in coming.
[Ge: What did you withdraw?]
[Yan: Nothing, just missed Ge.]
[Yan: By the way, where did Ge go yesterday afternoon?]
The other side suddenly went silent. It took a long while to reply, the lines revealing hesitation.
[Ge: Yesterday? At school, why ask this suddenly?]
Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes, exerting force with his fingertips:
[Yan: Nothing, just saw a girl wearing a skirt at the restroom entrance, looking very much like Ge.]
[Ge: Ah… there are quite a lot of people who look alike, right?]
[Yan: There was also a man, handed a love letter, seemed to be confessing.]
Confessing at the restroom?
So hardcore?
Jiang Yunian breathed a sigh of relief; it shouldn’t be him. Since when did Jiang Yan care about such gossip?
[You saw wrong, how could I accept a man’s confession?]
Not gay.
Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes, [Oh? Is that so?]
Could it be that in Jiang Yan’s heart, he is some pervert?
Saying too much leads to mistakes. Jiang Yunian didn’t want to continue this topic, responded randomly, said he had class, and directly cut off the conversation.
Jiang Yan stared at that hurriedly ended reply, almost imagining his Ge’s guilt and panic at this moment.
Really not obedient.
After a while, he clicked on that photo again, swiped outward on the screen with his slender fingers, quickly enlarging the photo. His hawk-like eyes scanned every detail sharply, not letting go of any trace.
Wait…
This love letter… why does it look a bit like a sanitary pad?
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