Qian Xiaoke said, “It all started from a birthday party.”
Qian Xiaoke has a friend named Zhou Mo.
Zhou Mo, this person, was good-looking, rich, and good at talking and socialising. He used to be a flight attendant and later got together with a rich boss. The two of them fell in love, got to know each other deeply, and even went abroad to get married and obtain their marriage certificate.
Logically speaking, someone like Qian Xiaoke, who strictly limited spending on T-shirts to under 50 yuan each and preferred jeans that cost no more than 100 yuan, shouldn’t have been acquainted with someone like Zhou Mo. But fate was unpredictable—after all, even the son of a billionaire might have ended up sharing a meal with a homeless person.
Qian Xiaoke had nothing to do in college and had no place to vent his gay feelings, so he went to a gay forum and posted a message.
Many years had passed, the forum had been closed, and its glorious history had become a forgotten past. However, Qian Xiaoke still clearly remembers the title of the post he posted—Let’s gossip about those years with my sexy neighbour!
He became famous overnight because of this post and became a forum celebrity. He updated 300 to 500 words every day. After each update, he would manually highlight it at the end: True story! Any similarity is purely coincidental!
Actually, it was a bullshit. At that time, he lived on campus with three other roommates, getting up in the middle of the night to kill mosquitoes and looking for slippers in the morning. As for that post, it was just a made-up story.
But he was so excited to make it up, and others were also excited to read it.
Until one day, he received a private message from the forum.
The person who sent him the private message was Zhou Mo, the most popular handsome guy in the forum at that time.
At that time, Zhou Mo had already worked and often posted selfies of himself wearing a flight attendant uniform. The uniform was coquettish and handsome, and many people coveted it.
But Qian Xiaoke wasn’t tempted because the two of them were clearly too similar.
Zhou Mo sent him a private message saying: You made this up, right?
Qian Xiaoke didn’t admit it, but Zhou Mo seriously circled all the illogical places and made Qian Xiaoke bow his head and admit his mistakes.
But later, Qian Xiaoke didn’t stop updating because of this incident. Zhou Mo liked to see him making up stories, and he didn’t expose him in public. Zhou Mo even chased after the story even more vigorously.
The two of them got to know each other like this, and they became good friends until Qian Xiaoke graduated.
Qian Xiaoke studied Chinese but didn’t do particularly well, and he graduated from a campus that wasn’t that great either. After graduation, he had a hard time finding a job. At that time, Zhou Mo was already in a relationship with Cheng Sen, so they pulled some strings and got Qian Xiaoke a job as a receptionist at Cheng Sen’s workplace.
After deducting five insurances and one housing fund, he got 3,500 yuan a month.
Qian Xiaoke shared a small and old second bedroom with someone else, and he had to pay 1,500 yuan a month without water, electricity, gas, etc.
Life was pretty tight.
But Qian Xiaoke was always optimistic and always thought tomorrow would be better.
However, his colleague said to him, “Xiaoke, you know, people like us have to rely on rich people to change our fate completely.”
Qian Xiaoke: “People like us? What kind of people are we?”
“The oppressed masses at the bottom of the capitalist system.”
Qian Xiaoke admitted that he was a poor guy and had no capital to turn over, but he felt that living with the mentality of relying on rich people was not very positive.
“I can’t rely on it.” Qian Xiaoke said, “It’s harder than the college entrance examination.”
The colleague looked at him and said, “That’s right.”
Qian Xiaoke: “…”
“Look at our male lady of the house—flitting around like a butterfly, charming and smooth-talking. Only someone like that could land someone of Mr Cheng’s calibre.”
Qian Xiaoke pouted, “Zhou Mo also makes a lot of money himself.”
“Tsk, tsk, you don’t understand.” The colleague waved his hand and left.
Although he didn’t quite agree with the values of this colleague, Qian Xiaoke recognised that he couldn’t rely on rich people.
He felt that he didn’t have the beauty of Su Daji1Su Daji was the favourite consort of King Zhou of Shang, the last king of the Shang dynasty in ancient China. In legends and fictions, she is portrayed as a malevolent fox spirit who kills and impersonates the real Daji. Her identification as a fox spirit seems to have originated from at least the Tang dynasty., nor was he as smart as Zhuge Liang2Zhuge Liang, also commonly known by his courtesy name Kongming, was a Chinese statesman, strategist, and inventor who lived through the end of the Eastern Han dynasty and the early Three Kingdoms period of China.. Moreover, he didn’t have a mouth as eloquent as Wang Xifeng3Wang Xifeng is one of the principal characters in the classic 18th-century Chinese novel Dream of the Red Chamber.. He was good at nothing, so it was normal that no one loved him.
However, although Qian Xiaoke had never been in a serious relationship, he had a lot of crushes on people.
That Daniel Wu, that Takeshi Kaneshiro.
That Ronaldo and Beckham.
He loved each one deeply.
It was just a pity that every crush of his ended in vain.
Zhou Mo’s birthday was also Qian Xiaoke’s birthday. Originally, Zhou Mo said they could celebrate together, but Qian Xiaoke said, “Forget it. I’ll just be a guest at your birthday party.”
Actually, what Qian Xiaoke really meant was: I have no money, don’t pull me in!
That day, Qian Xiaoke happily went to Zhou Mo’s birthday party, happily danced with the handsome guy, and happily drank a lot of wine.
And later, he got drunk happily.
After getting drunk, Qian Xiaoke was dizzy. He knew that he had said a lot of things, but he didn’t remember what he had said. Before he lost consciousness, his last impression of the world was that there was a handsome guy holding him, and this guy looked very rich.
In short, when Qian Xiaoke woke up, he was lying naked on the big bed in the hotel.
The white quilt wrapped his fair body, and his mind was blank.
He glanced at the side, opposite the bed, and saw a man standing by the window smoking.
The man, with a majestic back, reminded him of a story by Zhu Ziqing4Zhu Ziqing, born Zhu Zihua, was a renowned Chinese poet and essayist. Zhu studied at Peking University, and during the May Fourth Movement became one of several pioneers of modernism in China during the 1920s..
Qian Xiaoke suddenly felt thirsty and wanted to eat oranges.
But it was obvious that this person was not his father. His father would not wear a shirt and trousers, and he did not have such tall and strong arm muscles.
Although he meant to mock his father, Qian Xiaoke knew that his father would not be angry.
He moved, and the other party looked back at him.
He was a handsome guy.
The kind of handsome guy with a good style.
Qian Xiaoke sat up, and the quilt slid to his waist. He took a breath of cold air and quickly grabbed the quilt to cover his chest.
Qian Xiaoke looked at the man in front of him with horror. He vaguely remembered this man. They had danced together before.
“You!” Qian Xiaoke was like the brainless female lead in a brainless romance drama at this moment, “Me!”
Jiang Tongyan held a cigarette in one hand and put one hand in his trouser pocket, standing there and looking indifferently at the boy who looked like he had seen a ghost on the bed.
“Awake?”
His voice was also very nice, low and sexy, the voice of an old smoker.
Qian Xiaoke liked this kind of voice.
But…
“You slept with me?” Qian Xiaoke was shocked, “You slept with me without my permission?”
“… I didn’t.” Jiang Tongyan frowned at him.
“You must have!” Qian Xiaoke said firmly, “Otherwise, why am I not wearing any clothes?”
“Because you vomited last night, and it was disgusting.”
“Liar!” Qian Xiaoke said, “It’s over, I’m dirty.”
Jiang Tongyan rolled his eyes and took a puff of a cigarette.
“I was drunk last night too.”
Qian Xiaoke heard it, “Don’t try to use this excuse to offend yourself!”
“What I mean is, it’s said that when someone is very drunk, they can’t get it up.” Jiang Tongyan said, “Theoretically speaking, we just slept together. I didn’t do anything to you.”
Qian Xiaoke raised his hand and signalled him to shut up.
“No need to say, I understand. You are a liar who slept with me but didn’t admit it.”
Jiang Tongyan looked at him helplessly, “Then what do you want?”
Qian Xiaoke took a deep breath and suddenly lay back.
“Let me cry alone for a while.” Qian Xiaoke said, “At the age of 20, I also have the right to shed tears for my lost virginity!”
Notes:
Helloo, this is the sequel of Laws of Love with the main character of the other ML (Jiang Tongyan)~
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