What Bad Intentions Could a Spoiled Little Brat Possibly have? - Chapter 37.2

At this moment, Cheng Huai had changed into a black, off-the-shoulder cropped T-shirt. When the hem lifted slightly, it faintly outlined the firm lines of his waist and abdomen. The black slim-fit trousers traced the perfect curve of his waist and hips.

His bed was near the balcony, and he was currently standing by the sliding door, half his body bathed in the orange glow of the sunset spilling in. The halo of light gilded the contours of his figure with a soft edge; he looked as if he were standing in the middle of an oil painting.

Hearing Gu Siming’s protest, he let out a soft laugh: “Sorry.”

Leng Muyu had always taken pride in his “cold and aloof” aura, often seen coming and going with the equally outstanding Zhu Manni. But looking at Cheng Huai in the backlit glow…

That lean waist, those fluent curves of hips and legs in the play of light and shadow, they seemed to possess their own inherent tension. He suddenly felt himself to be like a thin, stiff, withered branch dull and flat.

A fire, mixed with envy and humiliated rage, surged up. Leng Muyu spoke without thinking: “What right do you have to talk about me! You’re nothing but a gender-bending slut acting out everywhere!!”

Gu Siming couldn’t stand that kind of talk. He immediately frowned: “Leng Muyu, that’s enough. We’re all roommates. Why do you have to make things so hostile all the time?”

“He’s right.” Cheng Huai’s expression didn’t change. He even walked slowly toward Leng Muyu, stopping a step away and calmly meeting the other’s furious gaze. “You think I’m gender-bending?”

He gave a playful smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm: “But the men you like including the men your friends like they just happen to love how slutty I am. If you’ve got the guts, why don’t you try being slutty? Do you have it in you? Does your friend?”

Cheng Huai’s gaze pointedly swept over Leng Muyu’s entire body, from his tensed shoulders to his rigid legs. A single glance, yet it spoke more than a thousand words.

Leng Muyu’s face turned a violent shade of red. “You!!” He kicked his chair back with a screech, charging in front of Cheng Huai instantly, his clenched fists creaking.

He had never told anyone that he liked the Senior. Cheng Huai how on earth did he know…

Cold sweat broke out on Leng Muyu’s back.

Gu Siming also jumped up, hurrying to pull Leng Muyu back, afraid the two would actually come to blows. He glanced toward the door: “Why isn’t Meng Qi back from getting food yet?”

Cheng Huai remained still, even tilting his chin up slightly as he casually tapped his cheek with a fingertip: “Go ahead. Hit me here. Maybe if I’m disfigured, you guys will have a few more chances.”

“You!!”

“Alright, alright, Cheng Huai, say less.”

Gu Siming held Leng Muyu’s arm, trying to pull him back to his seat, but Leng Muyu yanked himself free.

Leng Muyu’s eyes were bloodshot as he stared deathly at Cheng Huai, his voice squeezed through his teeth: “You really think I can’t handle you?”

Facing his gaze, Cheng Huai smiled softly: “Then I’ll wait and see. Make sure you don’t disappoint me.”

“Fine… just you wait. Don’t you regret it!” Leng Muyu’s chest heaved violently. In the end, he only slammed down those words, grabbed his backpack, shoved the door open, and stormed out without looking back.

That night, Leng Muyu’s bed remained empty until eleven o’clock.

After finishing his wash-up and climbing into bed, Meng Qi couldn’t help but pull out his phone and give him a call.

After a few brief words, Meng Qi hung up and spread his hands toward Gu Siming and Cheng Huai: “He says he’s staying at home for a few days and told us to mind our own business.”

Gu Siming was sitting on his stool playing games. Hearing this, he laughed: “The trash talk was thunderous, but he ran away faster than anyone.”

He swiped his finger across the screen a few times, then suddenly remembered something. He exited the game and opened WeChat, forwarding a message to Cheng Huai: “Huai-bao, I have a part-time job opportunity here. A friend of mine is recruiting urgently. It’s related to photography. See if you’re interested?”

“What kind?” Cheng Huai was holding his laptop, reviewing the code he had submitted to the lab.

“A modeling gig. It should suit you quite well.”

As soon as he said it, Meng Qi suddenly lifted his torso from the bed, complaining with a face full of grievance: “You have a good way to make money and you don’t even tell your brother?”

Gu Siming explained: “Cheng Huai is short on cash. Besides, you can’t do this job.”

“Why can’t I do it?” Meng Qi was even more indignant. He climbed down the ladder and snatched the phone from Gu Siming’s hand. “I have all my limbs and my body isn’t bad. I want to see what kind of heavenly job only Huai-bao can take.”

Gu Siming gave in: “Fine, fine, look.”

By then, Cheng Huai had already clicked the link Gu Siming sent.

The page redirected to a recruitment interface for an e-commerce studio. Their main category was erotic lingerie. The position being recruited was a “butt model” for promotional photos of new products.

The recruitment copy was blunt and suggestive. Besides noting “must cooperate with wearing the provided clothing for the shoot,” it repeatedly emphasized “generous pay, quick settlement.”

“This… I definitely can’t do this.” Meng Qi stared at the screen for two seconds before his bravado vanished instantly. He silently stuffed the phone back into Gu Siming’s hand. “Uh… if my parents knew I was doing this, they’d probably actually break my legs.”

Gu Siming gave him an amused glance before turning to Cheng Huai: “What do you think? They’re in a hurry and the pay is indeed high. If you think you can consider it, I’ll push my friend’s WeChat to you and you can chat about the details yourself.”

Cheng Huai asked: “Does it require showing my face?” He actually wasn’t as broke as Gu Siming imagined it just depended on who his reference point for “wealth” was.

“I’m not sure about that.” Gu Siming found the contact and pushed the name card over. “Ask for yourself. My friend is a small lead over there, pretty reliable.”

“Alright.”

Cheng Huai didn’t think much of it. He opened the name card Gu Siming sent and sent a friend request.

The next day.

Cheng Huai was woken by his alarm. For a moment when he opened his eyes, he felt dazed.

He had taken melatonin before bed the night before. The long-absent experience of a dreamless night made him feel somewhat out of sorts.

Getting out of bed, dressing, washing up his movements were efficient yet carried the sluggishness of early morning.

Cheng Huai had a piece of bread in his mouth as he organized his backpack. His gaze accidentally swept over the full-length mirror behind the door, and his footsteps halted.

The reflection was clear.

A black, one-shoulder tight top. The fabric had a slight stretch, snugly cinching his waist. One shoulder was completely bare, the line of the collarbone sliding straight toward the shoulder head.

Below were a pair of light-colored, low-rise jeans. They were wrapped tight, yet stopped abruptly above the hip bone, presenting a section of narrow waist without reservation. The dip of the V-line disappeared into the edge of the waistband, rising and falling slightly with his breath.

As for the way the denim traced his hips and legs, it could almost be called arrogant. The full contours under the fabric would cause a subtle, soft quiver with every turn or step.

Cheng Huai looked at the mirror and let out a soft “tch.”

Those posts on the forum pointing fingers weren’t entirely groundless. Even he, looking at himself, felt the signals this outfit sent were intensely provocative.

But what exactly am I hoping for? The thought flashed by, and he didn’t allow himself to dwell on it.

He glanced at the time, hurriedly swallowed the last of the bread, grabbed his backpack and laptop, and left.

On the way to the lab building, the morning breeze was cool, brushing against his bare shoulder and waist.

Being his second time there, he knew the way. Just as he stepped onto the stairs of the lab building, someone called his name.

“Cheng Huai? What a coincidence.”

It was Mo Qing, who was also on the observation list.

Mo Qing stood by the door holding several books. When his gaze landed on Cheng Huai, he visibly froze. His eyes involuntarily drifted from that narrow waist to the shoulder, and his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly before he added the second half of his sentence: “You look… beautiful today.”

“Thanks,” Cheng Huai nodded, acknowledging the greeting.

The two walked inside side-by-side. The hallway was quiet, with only the sound of their footsteps echoing.

As they neared the lab door, a student suddenly rushed down the side stairs. Moving in a hurry, he nearly collided with them. Mo Qing instinctively reached out to shield Cheng Huai, his palm landing right on Cheng Huai’s bare right shoulder.

Mo Qing’s hand twitched slightly; the skin beneath his touch was as fine as ivory. He couldn’t help but stroke it twice more.

Cheng Huai’s attention was entirely on the closed laboratory door, pondering the potential contents of the assessment, and he was completely unaware of the slight, brief transgression on his shoulder.

He tilted his head slightly, observing the inside of the lab through the side glass, quietly waiting for someone to come and open the door for them.

Thus, from certain angles, the two of them stood extremely close. Mo Qing’s hand rested naturally and intimately on Cheng Huai’s shoulder in a posture that bordered on suggestive.

That was until a figure appeared in front of the lab door.

As if sensing something, Cheng Huai shifted his gaze from the glass, looked up, and saw the man he hadn’t seen in nearly two weeks.

Fu Zheng stood just a few steps away. He was as cold as ever, wearing an exquisitely tailored black shirt with a suit jacket draped over his arm, looking as though he had just arrived.

The man’s gaze swept over flatly, first crossing his face and then landing on the flamboyant, sexy outfit he was wearing every curve exposed in the silence.

Finally, Fu Zheng’s gaze locked onto Mo Qing’s hand, which still lingered on Cheng Huai’s shoulder.

Almost instantly, the color in Fu Zheng’s eyes darkened.

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