“Is that so…”
Xia Yu slightly lowered his head, placing his right hand gently on his throat, clearing his voice.
Since Mo Yidong was playing the role of his parents, Xia Yu faced forward and smiled warmly:
“Then I guess I should call him Mo Yidong giegie~”
Squinting his eyes with a smile, Xia Yu finished speaking and saw Mo Yidong’s fingers suddenly tremble as he played on his phone, almost dropping it on the table.
“Don’t do that…”
It was rare to see Mo Yidong looking so startled and troubled, which Xia Yu found amusing, so he continued to tease him.
“Brother, do you want me to make your Dipping Sauce? Do you eat spicy? Anything you don’t want added?”
“I… don’t eat spicy, no Scented Coriander.”
“Alright, I’ll put plenty of Scented Coriander and Chili Pepper in your Sauce Dish.”
Xia Yu said kindly, lightly stroking the table as he stood up, flashing a sweet smile.
The next moment, he shot Mo Yidong a fierce glare and turned to leave.
“Just you wait~”
Mo Yidong watched as Xia Yu went off to prepare the sauce.
Still dazed by that sweet clipped voice earlier, he looked on as Xia Yu elegantly prepared the sauce, really piling the dish high with Scented Coriander and Chili Pepper.
It seemed like he truly hated him.
He had thought that after wearing women’s clothing for so long, Xia Yu might have developed some special preference, but it was all just for the intensity of this act.
Xia Yu was already planning his next move to embarrass Mo Yidong on the spot.
To make the other person socially die right then and there, Xia Yu prepared to mention loudly and kindly to the waiter when the dishes arrived:
“I specially brought my beaver to eat, brother is really so thoughtful~”
Half in clipped voice, half in his real tone.
He decided to let the waiter know that this seemingly aloof and handsome guy actually had a fetish for crossdressing!
No need to save face.
After all, Xia Yu was dressed in women’s clothes with long hair—cut the hair, change the clothes, and no one would know what he really looked like.
Heh heh heh…
Xia Yu happily carried two bowls of Sauce Dish back to his table, but when he saw a familiar figure suddenly appear at the entrance, he quickly slipped behind a nearby pillar to hide.
Holy shit…!
Why was Zhang Wenshan here!?
Nervously, Xia Yu saw Zhang Wenshan shaking his phone forward as he smiled, walking toward Mo Yidong’s table.
The two exchanged looks, sat down, and began chatting.
Xia Yu frowned, hiding behind the pillar to watch secretly.
This didn’t look like a coincidence.
What was Mo Yidong’s meaning?
Xia Yu’s heart grew tense, unable to guess why Mo Yidong had invited Zhang Wenshan here.
Maybe it’s better to run now—it’s still not too late to slip away.
Xia Yu decided to hand the Sauce Dish to the waiter to pass over, but before he could put it into their hands, he felt a burning gaze from his right front.
From Mo Yidong’s eyes came the unspoken message:
“If you don’t come over soon, I’m bringing it myself.”
This was bad; it seemed there was no escaping this time.
He really wanted to ask if Mo Yidong had purposely invited Zhang Wenshan to see him in women’s clothes.
He didn’t even know if Mo Yidong told Zhang Wenshan that he was Xia Yu.
Feeling nervous, Xia Yu approached the two.
The moment he locked eyes with Zhang Wenshan, the latter squinted as if recalling an old acquaintance.
“Huh? Isn’t this…”
No, I’m not Xia Yu.
Xia Yu felt his heart tighten as Zhang Wenshan scrutinized his appearance.
Maybe he should just come clean—he was playing some kind of dress-up game with that bastard Mo Yidong.
“Are you… the girl from the restaurant!?”
Ah…?
Because Xia Yu had long hair and red eyes, and his hair partially hid the contours of his face, Zhang Wenshan didn’t realize that this person was actually Xia Yu.
Embarrassed, Xia Yu nodded at Zhang Wenshan.
He didn’t want to speak.
At this moment, he wished he were mute.
Their original seat was already taken by Zhang Wenshan, who really wanted to place the Sauce Dish on the table and leave.
“Sit here.”
Mo Yidong saw Xia Yu standing awkwardly to the side and shifted over, showing a gentle smile as he said.
Xia Yu rolled his eyes inwardly at Mo Yidong, quietly mumbling in his heart:
Thanks a lot, really.
“You said we lost contact? Sneaking out to eat without me. No wonder you don’t wait when I ask you to hold on.”
“If you hadn’t kept messaging me asking where I was, you probably wouldn’t have a seat here either.”
“Sorry to interrupt your little world. It’s on me today, order whatever you want.”
“Okay.”
Mo Yidong agreed readily, picking up the Tablet again and handing it to Xia Yu with a softer tone.
“See if there’s anything else you want to add.”
Mo Yidong only ordered a few Hot Dishes; he didn’t know Xia Yu’s appetite or preferences.
Seeing the number of dishes Mo Yidong ordered, Xia Yu shook his head, signaling nothing more was needed.
“No need to be polite; he’s paying.”
Mo Yidong wasn’t the one actually paying, so Xia Yu naturally wouldn’t be polite.
He thought to himself, this guy was probably here to make Zhang Wenshan foot the bill.
“Oh, by the way, I still don’t know your name.”
After handing the Tablet to the waiter, the topic inevitably turned to the silver-haired girl before them.
“How should I address you?”
Xia Yu’s heart raced.
If he said his real name was Xia Yu, his crossdressing secret would be exposed, and a whole chain of questions would follow.
“She’s called Qin Yixia…”
Hearing the name slip from Mo Yidong’s mouth, it sounded like “give a kiss,” which made Xia Yu’s ears flush red instantly as he shyly lowered his head.
Mo Yidong had a good memory—he only had to hear the name once to remember it.
“Eat more, put on some weight.”
Throughout the meal, only Zhang Wenshan and Mo Yidong talked much.
Seeing the girl shy, Zhang Wenshan wanted to chat more but didn’t know how.
“What’s wrong with your throat?”
“She has a cold, not feeling well.”
Zhang Wenshan raised his brows, growing slightly suspicious.
Seeing the two dressed like a couple, as if they had just come from some event.
“A cold and you still drag someone out?”
“Are you full? If so, go pay the bill.”
After eating, Mo Yidong sent Xia Yu off in a taxi.
The two simply waved goodbye without saying a word.
“She’s really beautiful.”
Seeing the taxi disappear into the distance, Zhang Wenshan caught Mo Yidong’s satisfied expression out of the corner of his eye and couldn’t help but speak his mind.
“Don’t stare so much.”
Back at home, Xia Yu changed out of his dress, and the first thing he did was dye his hair.
Unfortunately, the color wouldn’t come back.
After trimming, drying, and tying up his hair, Xia Yu lay down exhausted, eyes closed, his mind filled with everything that had happened at He Li Lao.
He had clearly said he was straight, yet he kept picking food, covering for him in conversations.
It was all acting, definitely acting.
Being treated like a girl by Mo Yidong made Xia Yu feel completely uncomfortable.
Today was one performance; another awaited him over the weekend.
Xia Yu felt exhausted, more so than fighting with high schoolers.
If the medicine he regularly took couldn’t suppress his body changes someday and he fully became a girl, even more troubles would come.
From what he’d heard from the girls in his class, they all had their Physiological Period every month.
He’d overheard them talking about the pain in their stomachs during that time.
And if they had a boyfriend, the girls would use Acacia for relief.
Just from reading comics, there were stories about pain, pleasure, and even unexpected pregnancies.
Xia Yu had no boyfriend, and no girl had ever confessed to him.
Only once in childhood had Xia Yu’s heart ever fluttered for someone.
Thinking of that, whenever Xia Yu closed his eyes, Mo Yidong’s face popped up immediately, forcing him to open his eyes again.
Like?
Impossible.
Marry?
No way.
Even if the medicine eventually failed to keep him looking like a boy, he absolutely would never like boys or girls.
Xia Yu would rather rely on himself than ever get married!