Chapter 7 What a Whore

Xi Yue curved her lips slightly at Wang Jin, then went over to join Na Ru.

Fang Mo placed Xi Yue’s things on the windowsill, sensing a burning gaze fixed on him. Turning his head, he saw Wang Jin’s hostile stare.

He grinned, baring his teeth, “Xi Yue is very beautiful, right?”

Wang Jin’s gaze was full of contempt as he scrutinized him disdainfully.

Fang Mo was tall and lean, with broad shoulders and a sexy waist.

Even in dusty, cheap sportswear, his excellent physique was evident.

Under his washed-out T-shirt, the outline of his well-defined muscles was faintly visible, complemented by his handsome yet lively face...

He was indeed a good-looking guy. But looking at his worn-out canvas shoes and wrinkled jeans, Wang Jin withdrew his gaze, thinking he was unworthy of being a love rival.

Seeing that Xi Yue had already been assigned a role, Wang Jin didn’t stay long. He greeted Na Ru and asked her to take good care of Xi Yue, and then, he went back to the adjacent music room.

Na Ru nudged Xi Yue’s shoulder, “How considerate, huh?”

Xi Yue smiled awkwardly.

Seeing there was nothing for him to do, Fang Mo picked up the empty bucket he had replaced and walked out.

Passing by the adjacent music room, he glanced inside. Wang Jin was flipping through sheet music, standing in the light, as pure as an untouched prince.

“Huh, he’s so fake,” Fang Mo muttered under his breath.

...

The rehearsal began in the dance studio.

The seniors were much stronger than the juniors, both in terms of skills and experience.

Xi Yue, like a thirsty sponge in the ocean, absorbed everything frantically.

Na Ru was somewhat surprised to see the sparkle in Xi Yue’s eyes.

Xi Yue had solid skills, a good figure, and a pleasant appearance, making her a top performer among the juniors. However, compared to the seniors, she was still a bit lacking.

Na Ru agreed to let her join the rehearsal out of respect for Wang Jin, initially planning to let her practice for a while without expecting her to perform on stage. But now, seeing her in action, Na Ru realized Xi Yue was truly impressive.

Even with a minor role, she managed to stand out on stage with her solid foundation.

When Zong Du and Lin Yanyan arrived, they saw Xi Yue’s graceful and alluring movements.

Lin Yanyan’s eyes lit up, and she pulled Zong Du towards the window, “Brother Zong, look! Xi Yue is so beautiful!”

She had a radiant smile and didn’t hold back her praise.

Zong Du glanced briefly, looking back at her, smiling, “Not as beautiful as you.”

Lin Yanyan’s face flushed, and she quickly turned back to look inside, “You are really a talker.” Yet she couldn’t help but lean closer to him.

Zong Du glanced around the room before heading to the adjacent music classroom.

In the neighboring classroom, the deep, melodious sound of a cello filled the air.

A boy in a white shirt and black trousers sat alone, engrossed in his music. Sunlight streamed in from the window, illuminating him, making him look bright, dazzling, and pure.

Zong Du observed for a moment.

Was this the “Mr. Wang next door“?

A 30,000-dollar S brand limited edition poplin shirt, 88,000-dollar T brand custom trousers, and a master-level antique cello.

What a whore.

Yet he pretended to be innocent and unpretentious. Only a fool like Xi Yue would believe he was just “chatting.”

Zong Du sneered.

As the dance studio’s training session ended, Lin Yanyan, seeing everyone taking a break, came over to pull Zong Du inside. But Zong Du didn’t move.

“I’m going to the restroom. You go ahead.”

Lin Yanyan had to go in by herself. She found Na Ru and looked around, “Where’s Xi Yue?”

Na Ru wiped her sweat, “She might be in the restroom. Do you need her?”

“No, I need to talk to you.” Lin Yanyan handed over a business card, “I’d like to invite the dance troupe to perform at my home. Is that available for you?”

...

Before going abroad, Zong Du also studied at Huai University for his undergraduate degree, so he was very familiar with the university’s buildings.

Seeing the girls rushing downstairs, he thought for a moment and leisurely turned around, heading upstairs.

On the fourth floor, Zong Du arrived at the restroom door, found a “Under Maintenance“ sign, hung it up, and pushed the door open.

...

Xi Yue had been exhausted from last night’s activities. When she woke up in the morning, she found that her private area was almost rubbed raw, red, and swollen. As she had to go out during the day, she only did some simple treatment.

She applied some ointment to the wound and covered it with an invisible patch. As long as it didn’t rub while walking, it was fine.

However, after a dance, sweat made the covered area start to hurt. Xi Yue took a small bag from her purse and headed to the restroom on the upper floor.

The Art Building had only one restroom per floor, with odd-numbered floors (1, 3, 5) being male restrooms and even-numbered floors (2, 4, 6) being female restrooms. Because the fourth-floor restroom frequently had water issues, it was generally considered abandoned, and people seldom went there. Afraid of being discovered, Xi Yue went to the fourth floor alone, seeing everyone else rushing to the second floor.

Inside a stall, she carefully peeled off the edge of the invisible patch, feeling hot sweat trickle out.

When she completely removed it, she saw a pool of sweat. She hissed in pain, took out a tissue, and gently wiped the red and swollen wound.

That badass Zong Du, he bit anything when he went crazy. She used the tissue to absorb the sweat, fanning it with her hand to dry it. If everything was fine in a while, she planned to sprinkle some talcum powder and reapply the privacy patch. Although it was only a temporary solution, it was better than nothing.

Just halfway through wiping, she heard the door open.

Xi Yue frowned. Someone’s here?

She kept quiet, waiting for the person to leave. However, after a while, there was no sound of anyone leaving.

Instead, the footsteps got closer.

No way?

Are they also here to fix their clothes?

Just as she thought this, she heard a bang from the next stall.

Kicking the door?!

After kicking open one door, the person didn’t stop and seemed to be approaching her stall.

Xi Yue felt a pang of anxiety.

Could it be a maintenance worker? She pursed her lips, quickly fixing her clothes.

To cool the wound and handle the privacy patch, Xi Yue had pulled her top up to her neck and her bra up to her collarbone, leaving her full chest exposed.

She hurriedly tried to fix the patch, but it had stuck together when she tore it off carelessly earlier.

The harder she tried to separate it, the more it stuck.

“Damn it!” Xi Yue cursed softly, putting the patch aside and trying to fasten her bra. Unexpectedly, the strap and the extender were tangled together. The more she pulled, the more the clasp got caught in her T-shirt.

The more she hurried, the more chaotic it became.

The footsteps outside got closer. Xi Yue steeled herself, unhooked the strap, and was about to put it back on. At the same time, she covered her chest with her hands and shouted, “Stop kicking it, someone’s in here!”

Just as she finished speaking, the door in front of her banged open.

“Ah!” Xi Yue stepped back, falling onto the toilet seat.

Zong Du stood at the door, looking at her through the unsteady door. He raised an eyebrow.

Xi Yue was wearing a light blue quick-dry outfit, with matching undergarments.

At this moment, her T-shirt was pulled up high, and her bra had one clasp undone, and the remaining strap dangled precariously on her arm. Two trembling red tips were in plain sight.