Chapter 3: The Cannon Fodder in a Dogblood Novel (3)
Wen Ci didn’t get angry even after being snubbed. He just blinked at Shen Tangqing, the smile in his peach blossom eyes dazzling enough to make one dizzy.
Shen Tangqing shuddered all over, feeling a bit nauseous. He quickly looked away, his gaze falling out the window—
But he felt the back of his neck tighten, as if a gaze was glued to his back.
He couldn’t help but turn his head and secretly glance up at the High-Cold Brother beside him.
The other party maintained his upright sitting posture. His fingertips tapped lightly on his knee, a slow rhythm revealing a hint of impatience, eyes lowered, thinking about something unknown.
Not him—
Then it must have been his own illusion.
Within a few minutes, Wen Ci started chatting again.
“What major is Little Junior studying at Jing University?” His voice was lowered a bit, carrying a deliberate intimacy.
“If there’s anything you don’t understand, look for Brother Wen. I still have some connections at Jing University.”
Just as Shen Tangqing was about to speak, High-Cold Brother in the back seat suddenly lifted his eyes. His gaze swept coldly over Wen Ci. He didn’t speak, but it made Wen Ci shut his mouth subconsciously, merely winking at Shen Tangqing.
Shen Tangqing gave a dry laugh and mumbled, “Studying French. Thank you, Brother Wen.”
Fu Sizhao watched this scene from the rearview mirror, the corner of his mouth hooking up. He didn’t join in, quietly driving the car.
The car fell silent again, with only the sound of the air conditioner’s breeze.
The space in the back seat wasn’t particularly spacious to begin with, and both Shen Tangqing and High-Cold Brother had long arms and legs.
Shen Tangqing felt his pant leg constantly brushing against the other man’s leg inadvertently.
He looked down at High-Cold Brother’s legs.
Straight, custom-made suit trousers, leading down to polished, shiny black leather shoes. Everything exuded refinement.
He quietly shifted toward the car door.
He didn’t see the fleeting darkness in High-Cold Brother’s eyes at that moment.
…
Not long after, the car stopped at the gate of Jing University. Shen Tangqing felt like he had been granted amnesty.
“Thank you, Brother Fu, thank you, Brother Wen. I’ll get off now.”
“Wait.” Wen Ci suddenly called out to him.
He took a business card out of his pocket and handed it to him, his peach blossom eyes smiling into crescents.
“Call me anytime if you need anything. Don’t be polite with Brother, Brother has some connections at the school~”
Shen Tangqing took the card, his fingertips touching the pad of Wen Ci’s finger. However, he didn’t care. After saying “thank you,” he got out of the car.
Only after walking some distance did Shen Tangqing look back—
The Rolls Royce had already driven away.
He glanced at the card in his hand and threw it into a nearby trash can without a second thought.
He didn’t think he would have any matters that required begging Wen Ci.
Besides, he didn’t have a good impression of gays.
Although 0032 said that the protagonist shou and protagonist gongs had an inexplicable attraction and couldn’t fall for anyone else.
But Shen Tangqing had been scared by harassment from gay men before, especially when a perverted colleague pounced on him while he was using the restroom—
Since then, he rejected every gay man equally.
Inside the car, Wen Ci stared slightly dazed at Shen Tangqing’s back.
It wasn’t until Fu Sizhao drove away and the figure disappeared that he slowly withdrew his gaze.
He lowered his eyes to his own fingertip, unconsciously rubbing it gently for a moment.
As if the warm touch of Shen Tangqing’s fingertips still lingered there.
It inexplicably fascinated him.
He suddenly regretted it a little; he should have asked for Shen Tangqing’s contact information.
Such a cute little junior deserved a deeper understanding.
He turned his head to look at Fu Sizhao.
“Ah Zhao, do you have Little Junior’s phone number? Send me one.”
Fu Sizhao glanced at him, his tone somewhat flat.
“What do you want his contact info for?”
Wen Ci smiled gently. “Just thought the little junior was quite cute, wanted to get to know him.”
Fu Sizhao twitched the corner of his mouth. “I’m afraid the drunkard’s intention is not the wine, is it?”
Wen Ci’s smile didn’t diminish as he spoke lightly,
“Can’t say that. Just a tiny bit of interest, that’s all.”
“He is Ah Yan’s… consider him a younger brother! The child brought by that stepmother of Ah Yan’s. I advise you to drop any thoughts you shouldn’t have.”
After Fu Sizhao finished, he added, “But if you just want to play around… it’s not impossible.”
Remembering Shen Tangqing, Fu Sizhao’s expression became somewhat playful.
After honking the horn and seeing Shen Tangqing’s face, he had stopped the car inexplicably.
Even he himself couldn’t figure out why, in a moment of hot-headedness, he decided to give him a ride.
But that face—
Was truly top-tier! It made even his heart flutter a bit.
Fu Sizhao didn’t doubt at all how alluring he would look after being f*cked.
…
The smile on Wen Ci’s face faded.
His brows furrowed together. “It’s him…”
Wen Ci also knew Jiang Qingyan. The messy affairs of the Jiang family weren’t exactly a secret in the upper-class circle.
Heirs of wealthy families like them extremely detested and despised mistresses climbing to the top. Consequently, they held an equal dislike for the mistress’s children or illegitimate children, radiating disdain from their very bones.
Wen Ci lowered his eyes to look at his fingertips, only indifference remaining in his eyes.
With such an unclear family background, he didn’t even have the interest to play, let alone the fact that he was always picky and never touched such “unpresentable” things.
Of course, another aspect was—
He was still a virgin male. In his view, even if he played around, he couldn’t possibly play with this kind of goods.
“That’s a bit of a pity,” he sighed in a low voice. There was no regret in his tone, only a few distinct traces of carelessness.
Fu Sizhao didn’t speak again, his fingers tapping lightly on the steering wheel.
Lu Yanli in the back seat remained silent the whole time, leaning against the seat back with his eyes closed to rest.
The black gem cufflink clamped between his fingers gleamed coldly in the light.
No one knew what he was thinking.
When Shen Tangqing returned to the dorm, no one was there.
Dorm 408 was a mixed dorm.
A four-person dorm.
Besides him and the protagonist shou Xiao Yu, there was also a high-cold scholar Shi Jingnian, and another young master Li Qiulan who was in poor health and almost never came to school.
The text’s description of Li Qiulan was passed over in a stroke; he barely even counted as a passerby character.
What comforted Shen Tangqing, however, was that in the original text, these two roommates were normal people and did not bow down under Xiao Yu’s jeans.
…
He casually turned the air conditioner to the lowest setting and collapsed into the sofa.
Opening the ice cream wrapper in his hand, he ate happily.
He bought the ice cream at the supermarket nearby when he returned to the dorm. Milk chocolate flavor.
On such a hot day, nothing relieved the heat better than eating ice cream.
With a click of the door lock, Shi Jingnian walked in.
Shen Tangqing looked toward the sound.
Shi Jingnian stood in the entryway.
He was wearing a basic white shirt, but the fabric was stiffer than ordinary cotton. The collar was buttoned meticulously, and even the arc of the hem hanging down revealed regularity.
It was clearly a very common outfit, yet Shi Jingnian wore it with a tailored sense of nobility. Even his standing posture carried elegance and composure.
That was the confidence nurtured imperceptibly by a long-term privileged environment.
A pair of black eyes held no emotion; when they fell on people, they seemed covered with a thin layer of ice, exuding a distant coldness.
But when they swept toward Shen Tangqing, he froze for a second.
He suddenly realized that he didn’t seem to have ever seriously looked at this person’s face.
His gaze moved from Shen Tangqing’s beautiful face, slowly fixing on his lips.
The depths of his eyes darkened instantly.
Clearly, it was just the most ordinary appearance of eating ice cream.
In his eyes, however, it was like the slow-motion button had been pressed—
Shen Tangqing’s lip color was very red. Set off by the cold ice cream, they appeared even more moist.
Beautiful enough to make one unable to look away.
Shi Jingnian’s Adam’s apple rolled imperceptibly. His gaze seemed glued to the lips. Even the coldness previously covering the depths of his eyes faded a bit, leaving only a trace of unnoticeable daze.
“Scholar, you’re back?” Shen Tangqing spoke first, greeting him with a smile.
Shi Jingnian was cold outside and cold inside; his whole body was just cold.
He belonged to the high-mountain flower scholar type.
Usually, he basically didn’t speak in the dorm. Coupled with the original host’s love of “bullying” Xiao Yu, Shi Jingnian, although he didn’t say it, despised his actions in his heart.
His attitude toward him was naturally even colder.
However, the original host had a social climbing nature. Knowing Shi Jingnian’s family background was good, he always loved to press his hot face against someone’s cold butt despite Shi Jingnian usually ignoring him.
“En,” Shi Jingnian walked straight to the desk. His footsteps paused for a moment when passing Shen Tangqing.
“Back.”
Shen Tangqing was stunned for a moment. Shouldn’t Shi Jingnian hate me?
It seems he’s in a good mood today!
After all, Shi Jingnian usually ignored the original host, at most giving an ‘En’ or a nod.
Today he actually said one extra word.
Tsk—
Shen Tangqing glanced out the window. The sun shouldn’t have risen from the west today, right?
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