His fingers pinched the still-wet agreement. Lin Jianqing felt his palm go cold, even his fingertips trembling slightly.
The black characters on white paper were crystal clear: one year period, on call at any time, follow all arrangements.
And what Shen Huaixue promised was all follow-up medical expenses for his mother, his sister’s tuition, and his current livelihood.
He raised his head and looked at Shen Huaixue across the sofa. The woman was lazily leaning back in her seat, her face showing no extra emotion.
But what Lin Jianqing didn’t know was how much psychological torment the seemingly cold Shen Huaixue would bring him after tomorrow.
After signing the agreement, he had long lost any backbone to resist. The only good news might be that he no longer had to worry about the hospital bills and living expenses.
According to the contract, the hospital and his sister’s living costs would be covered by Shen Huaixue, while his own living expenses could be managed with the company’s monthly salary.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness in his throat, trying to make his voice sound calm. “President Shen, I’ve signed the agreement.”
After saying this, he instinctively tensed his spine, his fingers gripping the corner of his clothes tightly until the knuckles turned white.
He could roughly sense Shen Huaixue’s personality: domineering, obsessive, never caring about his feelings. Of course, that was only her outward appearance.
“Since you’ve already signed, why not come shopping with me? How about it? Consider it a way to get to know each other. After all, we only met two days ago. I’m very easy to get along with, don’t worry.”
“. . . Okay.” Lin Jianqing hesitated but didn’t dare refuse. Although he found Shen Huaixue a bit strange, she was his benefactor now.
They drove straight to the most bustling commercial center in the city. Here, tall buildings stood in rows, luxury shops of all kinds were available, and the passing crowds were well-dressed, each exuding a refined sense of superiority.
Lin Jianqing sat in the car, watching the prosperous scenery flash by outside the window, his mind a blank. Beside him, Shen Huaixue was completely at ease, in a good mood.
The car stopped. Shen Huaixue led him into a lavishly decorated women’s clothing store in the city center.
Crystal chandeliers shimmered, and the racks were filled with delicate dresses, lace blouses, soft knitted sweaters—all of them feminine in style and gentle in color.
It was a trendy, slightly luxury women’s clothing store. Lin Jianqing remembered that many female classmates had been discussing this brand recently.
Lin Jianqing stood at the entrance, looking at the racks of women’s clothing, and without much thought, followed Shen Huaixue into the store.
A saleswoman hurried over, enthusiastically wanting to introduce the new arrivals, but Shen Huaixue raised her hand to stop her.
Her gaze swept over the rows of racks, critical, occasionally reaching out to touch the fabric, her movements elegant, exuding an air of nobility.
Lin Jianqing stood quietly to the side, not paying any attention to the styles Shen Huaixue was choosing. He just hoped she would pick quickly so he could go back. This strange feeling made him very uncomfortable.
It was as if . . . he had sold himself.
Just then, Shen Huaixue stopped moving and picked up a pale pink lace dress. The fabric was soft, the lace pattern exquisite, and the collar and hem were embroidered with tiny white flowers. The style was sweet and delicate, clearly meant for a girl to wear.
She turned around and directly handed the dress to Lin Jianqing, her tone flat but carrying an undeniable authority. “Try this on.”
Lin Jianqing’s head snapped up, his pupils suddenly contracting. The color drained from his face, replaced by embarrassment and shock.
He stared blankly at the pink lace dress held out to him, then looked back at Shen Huaixue, doubting if he had heard correctly.
“Huh?” He let out a startled cry, his voice trembling. “President Shen, is this . . . starting now?”
The saleswoman beside him also seemed startled, but as an employee of a luxury women’s clothing store, what embarrassing play hadn’t she seen? Her expression only twisted slightly.
Shen Huaixue raised an eyebrow, a hint of barely perceptible amusement in her eyes, but her tone remained forceful. “That’s right. The contract takes effect upon signing, Lin Jianqing. Don’t you understand?”
“But . . . shouldn’t you give me some time to prepare?” Lin Jianqing’s cheeks instantly flushed red, spreading from his ears to his neck.
A burning sense of shame swept through his entire body, leaving his hands and feet cold. He instinctively took half a step back, waving his hands repeatedly, his tone resistant.
“What do you think?” Lin Jianqing wanted to say something else, but thinking about the saleswoman nearby, he swallowed his words.
Shen Huaixue watched his flustered and resistant look, a trace of laughter flickering in her eyes before disappearing, replaced by a gradually cooling gaze.”
“She stepped forward, her tall figure instantly looming over Lin Jianqing. An invisible pressure fell, and the air became cold and stagnant. “I know what you’re thinking. Just behave.”
Her voice wasn’t loud, and it sounded somewhat gentle, but it carried a bone-chilling coldness. Every word clearly entered Lin Jianqing’s ears.
“From the moment you signed the agreement, you belong to me. I tell you what to wear, and you wear it. You have no right to refuse. Besides, you already agreed to wearing women’s clothing before, didn’t you? I’m not forcing you to do anything else.”
This time, Shen Huaixue leaned close to Lin Jianqing, speaking word by word, only loud enough for the two of them to hear.
“I don’t want to . . .”
“No, no, no. You do.”
Shen Huaixue’s patience hadn’t run out, but she unilaterally rejected Lin Jianqing on principle.
She stepped forward again, reaching out to directly pinch Lin Jianqing’s chin.
The force wasn’t strong, but it carried an unshakable control, forcing him to look up at her. And the smile on Shen Huaixue’s lips was still that fake, superficial one.
The two were very close, their warm breaths mingling. Shen Huaixue’s gaze was obsessive and dangerous.
“Just try it. It’s only wearing women’s clothing. It’s no big deal.”
Lin Jianqing held the soft lace dress in his arms, feeling his whole body burn. Shame drowned him like a tidal wave. The saleswoman beside the counter seemed unfazed, standing there with an awkward smile.
In her eyes, the handsome man and beautiful woman in front of her seemed to be playing some novel game.
For rich people, as long as they had fun, it was fine. If they bought one piece of clothing from her, the commission alone would be substantial.
And if they bought enough, the saleswoman wouldn’t mind becoming part of Shen Huaixue and Lin Jianqing’s play.
For example . . . a powerless wife? No, wait. Was this saleswoman awakening some strange fetish?
“Hmm, take this too. A wig. You should know how to put it on. But your hair is already quite long. From now on, you’re not allowed to cut it. Let it grow longer.”
After saying this, Shen Huaixue stuffed a wig the same color as Lin Jianqing’s hair into his arms, then pushed him toward the fitting room.
In the cramped fitting room, the light was soft, but it illuminated him without anywhere to hide. He looked at himself in the mirror: delicate features, fair skin, a soft-looking appearance.
But no matter how soft, he was still a boy. And the pale pink lace dress in his arms was exquisite and feminine, completely at odds with him.
He dawdled for a long time, his fingers pinching the dress, afraid to move. Scenes of his mother’s pale face and Shen Huaixue’s cold threats flashed through his mind repeatedly.
Finally, he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and slowly took off his T-shirt and jeans, putting on the pink lace dress.
The dress fit perfectly. The soft lace pressed against his skin with an unfamiliar sensation, making him extremely uncomfortable. The hem reached just above his knees, making his legs look slender.
His fair skin appeared even more translucent against the pink. He looked at himself in the mirror—unfamiliar and shameful. Clearly a male frame, yet wearing sweet women’s clothing, like a mismatched joke.
He raised his hand to tear off the dress, but as his fingers touched the soft lace, he yanked them back. He couldn’t. He couldn’t risk his mother’s safety.
Tears finally welled up, spinning in his eyes before rolling down his cheeks, dripping onto the dress, leaving small wet marks.
In the mirror, the boy in the pink lace dress had reddened eyes and flushed cheeks. His expression was full of humiliation and despair, fragile like a porcelain doll that would shatter at the slightest touch.
After who knew how long, he took a deep breath, wiped away his tears, pushed open the door, and slowly walked out of the fitting room.
The moment he came out, he met Shen Huaixue’s gaze.
Shen Huaixue was leaning against a nearby rack. Her gaze landed on him, paused for a moment, then a hint of admiration flashed in her eyes. After the admiration came an intense, unshakable possessiveness.
She stepped forward, her eyes scrutinizing him carefully—from his soft hair to his flushed cheeks, to the slender form wrapped in the pink lace dress. Her gaze was full of satisfaction and infatuation.
“You look beautiful.” Her voice was soft, with undisguised praise. Her fingertips gently brushed the hem of his dress, her movements gentle yet absolute in control. “Doesn’t this suit you perfectly?”
Lin Jianqing stood stiffly, motionless, his head hanging low. He didn’t dare look up at her, let alone meet the saleswomen’s eyes. The shame almost drowned him. He just wanted to get out of here quickly, to go to the hospital, even for a brief respite.
But when he slightly raised his head . . .
‘Damn, I’m cute.’ Looking at his own reflection in the wig, Lin Jianqing’s old face blushed.
With his super-high looks and androgynous features, he didn’t even need makeup. Just changing into more feminine clothes made Lin Jianqing beautiful enough.
Shen Huaixue seemed to read his mind. Her fingertips gently pinched his chin, forcing him to look up.
Seeing his reddened eyes and tearful gaze, her infatuation deepened, her tone carrying stubborn seriousness. “See? You kind of like this kind of clothing too, don’t you?”
Without giving him a chance to retort or get angry, she turned to the saleswoman and spoke decisively.
“Pack this one up. Also, those light-colored dresses, lace blouses, and knitted sweaters over there—pick all of them in his size and pack them together.”
The saleswoman quickly acknowledged and began selecting and packing.
Lin Jianqing stood there, watching Shen Huaixue pick out women’s clothing one by one: dresses, blouses, inner layers, outerwear—all soft in style and gentle in color, each piece exquisite and expensive.
His heart sank bit by bit, from the initial shame to numbness, a touch of despair, and even a hint of anticipation later . . . Wait, was he awakening some strange fetish?
Soon, a pile of women’s clothing was packed. Shen Huaixue carried the bags and naturally took Lin Jianqing’s hand, her fingers firmly clasping his wrist. The force was moderate but carried absolute control.
“Okay, let’s go.” Her tone was flat, as if saying something completely ordinary. She held his hand and walked toward the store entrance.
The saleswoman beside them was wide-eyed, bowing respectfully to Shen Huaixue.
The money spent on clothes might mean nothing to Shen Huaixue, but for the salesperson, it was a huge deal.
Lin Jianqing, wearing the pink lace dress, had his wrist firmly gripped. He staggered along behind her. Sunlight streamed through the glass door onto him. Though the sun was warm, he only felt freezing cold.
Passersby frequently turned their heads, their gazes landing on him with curiosity and surprise. Lin Jianqing lowered his head even further, his cheeks burning.
He wished he could find a hole to crawl into. He could clearly hear the faint murmurs around him, each word stabbing into his heart like a needle.
“At least let me change back into my clothes, you bastard!”
Sensing his embarrassment, Shen Huaixue pulled him closer, her gaze sweeping coldly over the surrounding people. Those stares instantly vanished. She looked down at the boy with his head lowered, a hint of barely perceptible gentleness in her voice, still tinged with obsession.
“Don’t worry, no one can recognize you. To outsiders, you look exactly like a little girl. A very cute one. They might even mistake us for sisters or . . . best friends?”
Lin Jianqing didn’t speak. He just followed her in silence, his mind a wasteland, completely ignoring Shen Huaixue’s jokes to him. Meanwhile, Shen Huaixue let out a playful smile.
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