EHEWASS CHAPTER 10

Chapter 10: Xi Xingling

After pouring out his troubles to his good friend on the phone, Xi Xingling felt a tiny bit better. His voice was hoarse. “I feel awful. How about you come keep me company tomorrow? We can go shopping for clothes.”

“Aren’t you broke?” Qian Xiaozhun knew his finances like the back of his hand.

The guy had blown a pile of cash lately on “gear” to chase a man. Now he wanted a shopping trip?

“I am, but Second Young Master gave me a few thousand before he left… I will count it.” Xi Xingling put the phone down and started counting. “One, two, three, four…”

“…” This heartless little sl*t.

Xiaozhun secretly muttered, though curiosity got him. How much was the “breakup fee” from Han’s second young master?

Soon Xi Xingling said, “Done. 3,700 yuan total. I am thinking of spending two thousand on a jacket, and I will keep the rest for food. I will not splurge.”

Xiaozhun was speechless. Spending 2,000 out of 3,700 on a jacket and call that not splurging?

Also, Han’s second young master, a proper rich heir, only gave 3,700 yuan? That was stingy to the point of insult.

He cleared his throat. “Xingling, and you are just taking that?” What was he, a beggar? A pretty little first time worth only this?

“Why would I not? Second Young Master gave it to me and told me to enjoy the weekend,” Xingling said. And he had said that if Xingling figured things out, he could come back. Thinking of that, Xi Xingling’s mood brightened again.

“So you are worth 3,700 yuan? 1,850 a round?” Xiaozhun clicked his tongue. “Not to be harsh, but you are pricing yourself like a discount. Couldn’t you at lea—”

“What are you saying? Is this something you measure with money?” Xi Xingling’s eyes flashed. “Second Young Master and I are not that kind of transaction. He could give me nothing and I would still go to bed with him.”

He would even run to him for it, as many times as needed, on call.

“Fine,” Xiaozhun backed off. He did not want to micromanage his friend’s love life. “Since you took it so cheerfully, peel off five hundred and buy me dinner, or I am not going shopping with you tomorrow.”

“F*ck. Some friend you are. I only have seventeen hundred left for living expenses,” Xingling groaned. Five hundred could feed him for days.

“Then buy a fifteen-hundred jacket instead of a two-thousand one,” Xiaozhun said. “You are not a rich heir. You still live on a salary, no matter how fancy the coat.”

Really, no sense of budgeting at all.

“You do not have to eat a five-hundred dinner…” Xingling grumbled, extra annoyed. “Fine, fine, five hundred it is. See you tomorrow. I am hanging up.”

“What is the rush? Going to cling to your Han second young master?” Xiaozhun was jealous. He wanted a rich heir too.

“Yes. Can’t get lazy.” Xingling ended the call.

He stared at his phone and rehearsed how to coax Han Yubai. At last he sent a WeChat: “[little sun emoji] Second Young Master, did you get home yet?”

Since they had just rolled in bed, Xingling figured he was not going for an encore elsewhere. He would be at home. Or at a bar. Maybe the gym.

Anyway, he could not be in someone else’s bed… right?

But what if he was?

No way. Right?

Face crumpling, Xingling stared at the screen and chanted in his head: Reply already, you annoying Second Young Master. Making me squirm like this is too much.

Li Dong did not reply before dawn.

He had seen it. He just decided to teach the brat a lesson and spark the tiniest bit of resolve to change.

That was the plan, so no messages, no calls.

The next day, still sporting faint dark circles, Xi Xingling was dragged from sleep by Xiaozhun’s call. He had crashed at two or three in the morning after crying himself out.

“Xingling, I am downstairs,” Xiaozhun said, looking up at the glittering five-star hotel and simmering with envy. The rich heirs he hooked up with rarely chose places this nice. Hmph.

“You are early. I am not up yet…” Xingling yawned. “8025. Come up. I am going to doze a little more.”

Click.

“F*ck…” Some friend.

Xiaozhun checked in at the front desk and took the elevator up.

Late autumn had cooled the city. The room’s heat was on. Wearing a bathrobe, Xingling padded out to open the door.

“You...” Qian Xiaozhen wanted to start scolding the moment he saw Xi Xingling, but was immediately stunned by the hickeys covering his neck. Absolutely envious, jealous, and resentful. “You little sl*t, you had the time of your life last night, didn't you?”

“Not really. I am miserable.” Xingling touched his neck self-consciously. “Come in. I only fell asleep after two. I am dead tired.”

“So?” Xiaozhun followed him in. “Do not tell me you plan to keep sleeping. I am not going to sleep with you.”

“Bah! Who asked you to sleep with me.” Xingling checked the mirror and saw the dark circles. It felt like the sky caved in. “I am done for. Do you have a face mask? Give me one, quick.”

“Did you not bring your own? Those things are expensive.” Xiaozhun grumbled, but for sisterhood’s sake he dug out a treasured sheet. “Here. Goat’s milk. Top-tier moisture. A boyfriend-visit secret weapon. Not that you have a boyfriend. Heh.”

“Shut your sl*tty mouth.” Xingling snatched it and hurried to the bathroom.

“Sassy little peacock,” Xiaozhun muttered, flopping on the bed and glanced at the messy large bed. Without even thinking, he knew this was a battlefield where intimate activities with the wealthy young master had taken place. Jealous. Hmph.

Wait. A half-used box of condoms on the nightstand.

His eyes lit. He grabbed it to check the size. Please do not be a toothpick guy…

“Xiaozhun, what are you looking at?” Xi Xingling walked out with a face mask on and saw his friend staring resentfully at the condoms. How creepy.

“Oh my god, large size!” Xiaozhun wailed. “Why do I never get the big ones? You’re trying to kill me with jealousy.” He clutched the box like treasure.

“Isn’t your boyfriend pretty big?” Xingling rolled his eyes. Back when he was still a virgin, he had endured Xiaozhun’s endless bragging about his boyfriend’s size and prowess and how many rounds a night.

Every time, all Xingling could do was feel envious and grow lonelier at night.

Over the past three years, he had often considered buying a toy to take the edge off, but he could not swallow it. He wanted his first time with a man, not his own hand.

He had finally gotten his wish. Then the man walked away, and the world went gray.

“Just average big, okay.? Not to the point of needing large-size condoms,” Xiaozhun huffed, so annoyed he did not even mind exposing himself. “You landed a unicorn and did not fight harder? And he dumped you because he is bored? That is a crime.”

If it had been him, he would have sucked him until he questioned his existence.

“…Enough.” Xingling did not want a lecture. He folded his arms. “How do you know I did not try? Do you think these are fake?” He pulled his robe open to show the cluster of hickeys blooming across his chest, his proud proof. “If he were really bored, would he have treated me like this?”

“Showing off to me is pointless. Tsk, like I do not have any,” Xiaozhun sniffed, staring at that annoyingly pretty chest. He was jealous, yes. The guy looked good and his skin was unfairly nice.

Before, when Xingling had no man, Xiaozhun could comfort himself that beauty still leads to lonely nights.

Now the boy had been topped by a large-size, top-quality man. He was so jealous he was about to explode on the spot.

“I am washing my face.” Xingling scooped up last night’s clothes and went to change and rinse off. He came out and put on a light layer of makeup to hide the exhaustion.

“People with big eyes are all the same. One late night and you look like a ghost,” Xiaozhun said. He had single eyelids but insisted they were inner double.

“Let’s go.” Packed up, Xi Xingling slung on a small backpack and headed out to eat and shop.

They hit all the pricey spots in town, the places where the wealthy came and went.

Maybe they would bump into a rich second-generation. That was Xiaozhun’s hope, even though he already had a good, steady boyfriend and had cycled through breakup and makeup for years.

Every time, he dumped the guy, played around, then went back.

Xi Xingling really did go look at coats. 1,600-something yuan for one piece. After buying it, he immediately wore it.

“How is it? Does it look good?” He hogged the boutique mirror, preening. “Xiaozhun, take a few gorgeous photos. I am sending them to Second Young Master.”

Reluctantly, Xiaozhun pulled out his phone. “What is the point of looking good. Just send him a nude. That is the real visual treat. Maybe you will be back together tonight.”

“I already tried. His reaction was so-so.” Xi Xingling sighed, striking one more pose before letting Xiaozhun snap away. He picked the best ones to send to him.

“Enough. The clerk is rolling her eyes at you,” Xiaozhun said, hooking his arm through Xingling’s and tugging him out.

“You think everyone is—” Xi Xingling’s words stopped dead. He had spotted Han Tianlin. “My God. Eldest Young Master?”

He was a short distance ahead, walking with a woman in a pink trench coat.

“Xiaozhun, wait for me here. I am going to say hello,” Xingling said. The second he saw Han Tianlin, everything else vanished. He would have taken a slap or two just to go over.

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Author’s Note:

He is about to do something reckless. Buckle up.

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