Chapter 47: Hiss... Something's not quite right here!

“What’s all this talk about S, M, whips, dripping wax, full-body restraint belts—I don’t understand any of it.”
Chu Fei replied with a deadpan expression, “Fourth Senior Sister, I’m still just a kid!”
“You’d better be.”
Zhou Mi rolled her eyes.
Don’t know them, yet you recite them all as if counting treasures?
Another word and you might as well recite them as a tongue-twister!
Then Zhou Mi watched as Chu Fei picked up his phone.
Right in front of her, he was about to order the whole set.
“Hey now, I was just joking! I’m nothing like that wild and wanton Ye Qingcheng!”
Zhou Mi hurriedly waved her hands, “I’m all about pure romance, you know—soulful connection and slow, steady progress!”
Chu Fei immediately echoed, “Yes, connection and gradual progress—I like that too.”
—Knew you’d latch onto the important part!
Zhou Mi could only roll her eyes at Chu Fei again.
But Chu Fei was undeterred, “Fourth Senior Sister, you really don’t want it?”
“Go ahead and buy it!”
“I’ll order it right now!”
“Save it for Ye Qingcheng.”
“...That’s really not necessary.”
If Ye Qingcheng got her hands on those things,
She’d find new ways to torment me to death!
No way would Chu Fei be so foolish as to hand over the tools of his own demise!
Seeing Chu Fei’s crestfallen face,
Zhou Mi burst into radiant laughter, thinking, “I finally got the better of you.”
“It’s almost a pity—I’m actually quite partial to the whole S-type dynamic.”
Chu Fei suddenly sighed, “If you want to try it, Fourth Senior Sister, I’ll play along with you. But not with Ye Qingcheng—she’s got no sense of restraint!”
“Oh?”
Zhou Mi’s eyes glimmered, her fingers tightening slightly.
Men rarely joke about their own kinks.
So, her little junior really does like being on the receiving end, huh!
The truth was,
Chu Fei had a remarkably broad tolerance for women.
S-types, twins, twin-tails, nurse uniforms, women disguised as men... all fine.
Simply put, as long as they weren’t direct relatives, he was game—and as it happened, he was an orphan!
Of course, Ye Qingcheng was the exception.
As for why Chu Fei was so wary of her,
He was pondering all this when Shen Miaoyu entered the living room, having changed clothes.
Compared to the international goddess Zhou Mi, Shen Miaoyu was not much inferior—each had her own unique charm!
But Meng Ziyi had sternly warned her: under no circumstances was she to get involved with Chu Fei again.
So, faced with Zhou Mi, she felt a bit guilty, as if she’d been caught doing something naughty.
Zhou Mi noticed her unease and let out a bright, candid laugh.
“No need to be so tense—I’m nothing like that uptight Qin Yitian, nor that proud Meng Ziyi, and certainly not that twisted Ye Qingcheng.”

Wow, in one sentence, she’d insulted three people.
As for Second Sister Xia Ziqing,
She was just the mascot—hardly worth mentioning!
“So you don’t have to be so reserved around me.”
Zhou Mi smiled, “I may like our little junior, but I’m not like those flashy temptresses.”
“I just see him as a junior brother, that’s all.”
Shen Miaoyu hadn’t expected Zhou Mi to be so easygoing.
Immediately, she pushed all responsibility onto Chu Fei.
“Actually, I was forced—he threatened me!” she said.
“Wow, you really can talk your way out of anything!” Chu Fei protested angrily.
“Talk?”
Zhou Mi asked curiously, “That kind of talk? Sister, are you a leaky faucet?”
Shen Miaoyu: “???”
Seeing Shen Miaoyu standing there dumbfounded,
Zhou Mi laughed even more brightly, “Just kidding! But really, you can’t blame me—it’s all little junior’s fault for always steering our group chat into the gutter. Now I’m hyper-sensitive to idioms!”
“Exactly, and he’s always making ghostly innuendos.”
“Right? I hate that—he thinks he’s so clever!”
“He’s just being creepy, honestly!”
“Disgusting—absolutely disgusting!”
The two women had discovered a common topic:
Mocking Chu Fei together.
After a few exchanges, they were perfectly in sync!
Chu Fei said helplessly, “Great, you two have formed an alliance—am I even needed here?”
Zhou Mi wrapped an arm around Shen Miaoyu’s slender waist and said cheerfully to Chu Fei, “Good that you know—now hurry and apologize to our dear Yu!”
Shen Miaoyu tensed up at Zhou Mi’s touch.
She’d heard rumors—Zhou Mi stayed single all these years because she liked women!
“Um, Fourth Senior Sister...”
“Just call me Sister Mi.”
“Alright, Fourth Senior Sister, did you just get off a flight? How long will you be staying?”
“I’ll be here until Third Sister returns,”
Zhou Mi said, half-joking, half-warning, “So you two had better not let anything happen again, or I won’t be able to explain to Third Sister and the others!”
“They’re not as easygoing as I am!”
Shen Miaoyu quickly nodded.
“Actually, I’m in Longcheng this time not just to keep an eye on you two for Third Sister and the others—I have work to do as well.”
Zhou Mi continued, “There’s a charity auction tonight—come with me, little junior.”
Chu Fei was already annoyed at having his plans ruined.
Now, being dragged along as a shield, he was even more displeased.
So he replied, “I’m not going. Fourth Senior Sister, you know me—I can’t stand crowded events.”
“Unless it’s in bed, and I’d better be the only man there!”
Zhou Mi didn’t bother persuading him.
She simply picked up her phone and dialed Ye Qingcheng.

Then, right in front of Chu Fei, she waved the phone. Chu Fei, startled, lunged to snatch the phone away and ended the call.
“On second thought, I should go. Whether or not Ye Qingcheng is involved isn’t important—what matters is helping you, Fourth Senior Sister!”
“You said it yourself—I didn’t force you.”
“%$#@...”
“Who are you cursing?”
“No one, sis, I’m just chewing gum!”
Shen Miaoyu gazed at Zhou Mi in admiration.
This was the first time she’d seen Chu Fei at a loss for words.
It almost made her want to take Zhou Mi as her master!
...
After dinner,
Chu Fei didn’t even have time to check the black box before Zhou Mi pulled him out the door.
Before heading to the charity gala, Zhou Mi took Chu Fei to a boutique and got him a very expensive suit!
It wasn’t that she found him embarrassing in his Daoist robes—she just didn’t want him to stand out like a sore thumb.
The staff were polite, not the type to look down on customers.
Nor did some beer-bellied old man appear with a garishly dressed woman to mock Chu Fei for no reason.
Time you can’t use to show off always passes incredibly quickly!
In a flash,
The two arrived at the charity gala.
Because Chu Fei was now in formal wear—not flip-flops and shorts—
The security guards were perfectly professional. After Zhou Mi presented the electronic invitation, they were respectfully let inside.
Once in the hall,
Zhou Mi linked her arm with Chu Fei’s.
Tonight, dressed in a red strapless gown, her perfect figure swayed gracefully, looking taller and more elegant than ever under the glow of the lights!
Handsome man, beautiful woman—
Naturally, their entrance drew many whispers.
“Isn’t that Zhou Mi? Truly worthy of being called the national goddess!”
“Who’s that handsome guy with her?”
“Are they making it official?”
Hearing the praise,
Chu Fei glanced at Zhou Mi, wanting to say something but holding back.
Hiss... Something’s not quite right about this!
“What’s wrong, little junior? Ever since we bought clothes, you’ve been acting uncomfortable.”
“How come no one’s mocking me?”
No sooner had he spoken than,
From outside came a security guard’s voice: “Sorry, sir, you can’t come in without an invitation!”
Chu Fei looked up,
And saw a man in flip-flops and shorts with hair like a bird’s nest arguing with the guards.
—Well now, it’s you, isn’t it? Stealing my role!