"Don't be sad," Xuye Cheng said with a hint of helplessness, patting Zheng Wenxuan's shoulder. "You... still have a 'girlfriend,' right?"

Zheng Wenxuan frowned, staring at him in confusion. "I don't have any—"

He cut himself off, suddenly realizing what Xuye Cheng meant by "girlfriend."

"Bullshit!" Zheng Wenxuan snapped.

Xuye Cheng chuckled at his reaction.

After wiping the phone clean, Zheng Wenxuan shoved it back into Xuye Cheng's hand, put on a "too cool to chat" expression, and flopped onto his bed.

Liu Xianlin was left utterly bewildered.

"What's that about?" Liu Xianlin glanced at Xuye Cheng, then at Zheng Wenxuan in bed. "Whose girlfriend?"

Zheng Wenxuan cleared his throat lightly and shot Xuye Cheng a meaningful look.

"Just a close female friend," Xuye Cheng explained.

Liu Xianlin looked deeply skeptical.

"You actually have close female friends?"

Xuye Cheng felt sorry for Zheng Wenxuan but burst out laughing anyway.

"Piss off," Zheng Wenxuan muttered.

"Kids shouldn't show off," Liu Xianlin teased with a grin.

Xuye Cheng snorted again.

Zheng Wenxuan decided not to bother with these two anymore.

Xuye Cheng stared at his phone and sighed. The commotion had killed his urge to sleep.

Still, smashing his phone hurt...

He inserted both SIM cards, logged into his social accounts, and set up fingerprint and lock screen security.

Dinner was still a while off. With a night shift later, resting made sense.

Clutching the phone tightly, Xuye Cheng lay down.

Repair it? It had been fixed twice already—and it was an old model...

A new one? No money.

He made a firm decision.

Time for that part-time job...

Dignity didn't matter now. He just needed cash.

He opened his chat with the manager.

"Manager, I'm ready to start," he typed, cringing with embarrassment.

Life was tough. Sometimes you had to cross-dress to survive.

Luckily, his cheat ability made it possible.

Without this mask, he might've had to sell a kidney.

"Great! I hope your cross-dressing blows me away~" the manager replied, adding an Anya’s smile emoji.

Xuye Cheng sensed something off about him.

"So I need to dress up nicely for you..." A headache throbbed behind his eyes.

"Yes~ If sales improve from this event, you'll get commission too."

Xuye Cheng felt dizzy.

"When should I come?"

"Anytime before next week. I'll save your spot—don't stand me up."

"Okay," Xuye Cheng replied after a pause.

Damn. Now he felt even less sure.

He really had to wear women's clothes!?

Problem was, he owned none...

His head pounded. How could he buy a set like this?

People would call him a pervert.

Rubbing his temples, he had an idea.

Get androgynous clothes first, then buy women's wear discreetly.

But wait—in his masked form, he was much smaller...

He took a deep breath. A Taobao ad popped up. Perfect. Online shopping.

He browsed women's clothing.

Another problem hit him.

How to measure his size? He needed privacy.

The restroom? But school toilets were public. He'd have to enter first, then mask up...

He thought hard. No safer option.

The lab building was quiet—lower risk.

Was there a better way?

He put down his phone with a soft sigh.

Right—the mask fell off when someone called his full name. A recording would work.

"Wenxuan! Wenxuan!" he called twice.

Zheng Wenxuan sat up. "What? Why summon your dad?"

"Send a voice message saying my full name," Xuye Cheng said bluntly.

Zheng Wenxuan froze. "Obsessed with my voice?"

Xuye Cheng stayed silent, resisting the urge to strangle him.

"Yes, yes—I'm obsessed. Lord Wenxuan, please say my full name on WeChat. Grant this tiny wish, and I'll be eternally grateful."

Zheng Wenxuan pondered. "You sound like you're dying."

Xuye Cheng sat up, pulling back his bed curtain. "Just do it."

Zheng Wenxuan didn't get why this was necessary. But for his precious Cheng? His fatherly love demanded it.

*Sigh. I'll spoil him.*

He suddenly felt noble.

He sent the voice message. Xuye Cheng jumped out of bed immediately.

Time to test it...

Xuye Cheng climbed down carefully.

"You—" Zheng Wenxuan's face twisted strangely.

Xuye Cheng frowned. "What?"

"You're not going to the toilet to... you know... are you?"

Xuye Cheng stared, speechless. "Can your imagination get any wilder?"

Zheng Wenxuan looked innocent. "You seemed so happy hearing my voice."

"Stop being full of yourself. Please." Xuye Cheng felt genuinely grossed out.

"Your actions invite misunderstanding," Zheng Wenxuan argued.

"I think it's your mind that's dirty."