“Cute?”
My words left Wang Lei—standing at Shuiming Park’s entrance—deep in thought.
“I can’t recall which marketing account’s article I read, but it said women usually describe men with just four terms: scumbag, clueless guy, not bad, or cute. If a woman calls a man ‘cute’? She’s basically into him.”
Wang Lei shot me a sly grin. “As for you…”
“My words?” I kept my playful tone, mentally picturing this man—half a head taller than me—as one of the mischievous kids near Grandma’s old rental place. “Like a child. Full of innocence, naively cute… oh, and maybe just a hint of… slyness?”
Honestly, Wang Lei’s outfit reminded me of an anime character.
*Shakugan no Shana*—Camus Nefhab.
That little tuner boy in the orange hoodie, lugging a giant pillar, always muttering “Ah…”. Though ancient in truth, the Flame Haze warriors nicknamed him “Old Man.”
Both wore orange hoodies with pockets, long pants, sneakers.
Except Wang Lei’s height didn’t fit “Old Man” Camus at all.
Choosing this outfit to meet me? His intention was obvious: this man held hopes for me.
A 180cm man dressing like a kid for a date? What does that say?
He’s a pervert. Deeply hidden.
He probably wants to role-play the little boy bullied by the queen in doujinshi—mocked, toyed with, trampled by me, his “rental girlfriend.”
Without prior digging, I might’ve just thought he was a rich boss with bad fashion sense or immature vibes.
“Me? Sly?”
Wang Lei’s curiosity sparked. “Explain. How?”
“How… aren’t *you* the one who knows best?”
I swept aside the left bangs from my forehead, leaned close, locked eyes with a faint smile, and spoke in my most mature tone: “Sly little cutie?”
*Hold on… just hold on…*
Dealing with fresh grads like him is easier than handling “clients.” And Xiaoxue—you’re a girl now. He’ll crack before you do.
There at Shuiming Park, I held my smile, watching Wang Lei.
I knew my reflection well: delicate fair skin, effortlessly charming, face smooth like filtered perfection. After nearly ten minutes of makeup prep? I knew exactly how disarming I was to guys around twenty.
Son of a textile magnate worth tens of millions, plus hefty demolition compensation—Wang Lei squarely landed in my “rich guy” category.
Xiangcao City, capital of Guiyuan Province, a top-tier metropolis—but thanks to stable policies, housing here was far calmer than other megacities. Dadong District’s seaside apartments? ~10 million yuan for 200㎡. His family? No sweat.
Translation: squeezing cash from a “male sugar daddy” like Wang Lei? Zero guilt.
Forget 350 yuan for seven hours. Even 400 yuan/day for a month (24k total)? Pocket change to him.
Unlike Liang Zhiming—college student, 2–3k monthly allowance, spending 1.5k on basics, 700–800 on games and socials. For guys like him, my “conscience-safe” take was 300–500 yuan.
For Wang Lei? That range stretched wide.
Plain truth: I’d squeeze every drop I could.
To him, gifting ten cosplay outfits or fancy hotel dates felt like us buying a classmate a one-yuan water bottle.
“Is this your real personality… and voice?”
Predictably, under three seconds of my stare, Wang Lei cracked. He turned away, voice uneasy: “Ahem… let’s discuss plans. Where to go later… or whatever.”
*Hmph. Trying to outsmart me?*
*I’ve got double the memories!*
Silently, I reinforced my confidence. If mental age = lived years, Bi Xin Xue’s memories + mine = over forty.
(Though her childhood recollections barely boosted “maturity.”)
“You read the user agreement?” I shifted to arrogant mode, not pressing his retreat. “Especially Section 2, Clauses 11 and 12.”
Wang Lei’s face wasn’t lecherous. Compared to Liang Zhiming’s earnest vibe, he looked like a sunny, average-looking young man. Decent first impression.
“I recall the gist,” he scratched his head sheepishly. “No excessive contact, no illegal acts, respect privacy. Relax—I’m not that guy. Just trying this new companion service. Curiosity.”
“In that case… any special requests before the ‘companion’ service begins?” I used the polite “you,” but my expression screamed: *Only a hopeless pervert books rental girlfriends.* “If not, I’ll default to my natural self.”
“Just be yourself.” Wang Lei flushed. “I can’t think of anything. Act like usual.”
“Oh?” I smirked disdainfully. “My usual self is *very* unlikable. Sure, boss?”
“Sure. I’ve met far worse.” His breathing hitched—nerve hit? “Just… go with that.”
*Recorded.*
Relief washed through me.
“Ah la la… as expected of you, masochistic warrior.”
I pulled out my phone—pretending to check time, really confirming the saved recording. “1:53 PM. Skipping the first seven minutes. Starting now.”
Biggest risk with Wang Lei? Not assault or danger. Public records showed clean histories for him and his dad Wang Yajun. Prominent but not untouchable—they wouldn’t risk jail over me.
My real worry: later, acting like a doujinshi heroine—cold remarks, dismissive gestures—getting reported.
Hua Li Mao’s agreement flagged that as potential breach.
If he *didn’t* actually enjoy this dynamic… or my research was wrong… a complaint could cost me payment—or force *me* to pay.
Hence the recording: “Just be yourself.”
I warned him. He insisted. Recording = my shield.
“Then I’ll call you Wang Lei.”
Right before him, I feigned shoe discomfort: hooked my right foot back, delicate fingers gripping the Mary Jane’s edge, wiggled my toes inside, then tapped the sole lightly against the ground.
Pantyhose > thigh-highs. Full waist coverage meant no slipping all day. Plus, these high-end ones slimmed my already slender legs—so alluring even *I* sometimes stole glances.
“Where are you looking, Mr. Wang Lei?” I flashed disdain. “Bringing me here… wasn’t this meant to be a classic, childlike romantic date?”
“Ah, well…” Flustered, he turned away, pointing shakily at the park gate. “I… wanted to show you the new attractions. If… if you dislike them…”
I reached out and turned his head back.
“Ah…” Panic flickered in his eyes—real or role-play? Gripped by my hand, he stammered: “W-What is it?”
I smiled faintly. “Guess… will I like those new rides? *Cute* Mr. Wang Lei?”
“You…” He stared, incredulous. “Is this really your usual personality?”
Silence. Just my steady smile.
*When a woman can’t answer a man’s question… let him answer himself.—Williams Lu Xun.*
“I… I get it.”
Seconds later, Wang Lei shoved my hand away and bolted toward the entrance.
“I’ll buy the tickets!”
