Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Just then, with a click, the bathroom door opened, and Ji Wenfeng, with a large towel draped around his neck, strolled out of the bathroom.
He had expected JK Lili to be waiting for him outside, but instead, it was his father. His father was affectionately stroking the bright yellow sexy lingerie on the bed. Ji Wenfeng’s hair stood on end: “Dad, what are you doing?!”
Ji Tong retorted angrily, “What are you trying to do?!”
Ji Wenfeng was stunned: Could it be that he had thrown the bright yellow lingerie on the bed, giving Rong Rong the hint that “since you’re wearing women’s clothing, go all the way,” which had provoked Rong Rong’s strong resentment, and he had gone to his father to complain?! That shouldn’t be!
He was already wearing a JK uniform, so what was wrong with adding a bright yellow sexy lingerie?
It was an inner layer, not part of the overall look.
To complain about something like this was truly absurd and ridiculous!
Seeing the flush of anger and anxiety rising on his handsome face, Ji Tong’s heart sank: Xiao Feng really wanted to do something to that bright yellow underwear after his shower!
High school boys are truly terrifying!
Ji Tong’s chest ached with anger: “You…you…I raised you all these years, and this is how you repay me?!”
Ji Wenfeng’s heart clenched. Although he had anticipated his father’s strong opposition when his feelings for Rong Rong were exposed, hearing it with his own ears still broke his heart. From childhood to adulthood, his father had always been a gentle man, never scolding him, always patiently reasoning with him. Now, he was being scolded for betraying his father’s kindness, simply because he liked someone else. Ji Wenfeng couldn’t tolerate it.
Ji Wenfeng retorted: “This is between the two of us, what does it have to do with Dad?!”
“What…what does it have to do with me?!” Fang Qing is my wife!
Ji Tong was so angry he stammered, barely suppressing his rage as he adjusted his glasses. “Xiao Feng, it’s normal to have adolescent feelings. Even if you can’t control your desires and make mistakes, as long as you recognize the seriousness of the matter and correct them, Dad will still forgive you. But your unreasonable and immoral behavior— do you even have any self-awareness as a son?!”
“So-called self-awareness as a son means I have to suppress my feelings?! Why should I?” Ji Wenfeng argued forcefully.
What era are we living in? Is free love still forbidden?
Ji Tong: “You shameless bast**d! Although she’s not related to you by blood, she’s still your mother!”
Ji Wenfeng was about to retort, “Isn’t it good that she’s not related by blood?” when he suddenly heard the second half of the sentence: “Huh?!”
Looking at his father, who was as angry as an enraged bull, Ji Wenfeng fell into deep thought.
Hmm…?
Could it be that Dad has been talking about Aunt Fang?
Ji Wenfeng struggled to recall the conversation, then held up both hands, denying everything: “I didn’t, I didn’t, I have absolutely no interest in her.”
Ji Tong held up the bright yellow sexy lingerie in his hand: “Xiao Feng, you keep saying you didn’t, you didn’t, then tell me, why is Aunt Fang’s lingerie on your bed! A perfectly good child, stealing his stepmother’s lingerie, aren’t you ashamed?!”
Seeing the lingerie snatched away by Ji Tong, Ji Wenfeng turned his face and grabbed it back: “What steal? I didn’t steal it! This isn’t Aunt Fang’s at all, you’re not allowed to touch it!”
“The style, the color, the pattern— it’s clearly Aunt Fang’s!” Ji Tong’s face turned red with anger, and he made a move to grab it back.
“Nonsense! Don’t try to fool me! Do you think I don’t know whose it is?!” Ji Wenfeng had personally picked it up from Rong Rong’s feet; how could he let go so easily?
The father and son each grabbed one side of the bra, almost tearing it in two.
Just then, Wang Xiufang came in with the laundry basket to collect the clothes and burst into the scene as she opened the door.
Ji Tong: “Let go! Just the fact that you’re holding this underwear gives me a sense of incestuous shame!” His mind was filled with images from “The Stepmother.”
Ji Wenfeng: “Nonsense! You’re the one who should let go! You devilish father!”
Ji Tong: “That’s not how you use the term ‘devilish father’!!!”
Ji Wenfeng: “That’s exactly how you use it! Just your hand on Rong Rong’s underwear is blasphemy! I’m warning you, he’s a minor! You’ll go to jail for this!”
Ji Tong was startled and quickly separated his fingers. Ji Wenfeng snatched the underwear away, his face filled with relief at having prevented his father from facing a minimum of three years and a maximum of death.
“What did you just say?” Ji Tong clearly heard the name “Lu Rong,” but he couldn’t believe it. “This underwear… whose is it?!”
Ji Wenfeng couldn’t hide it any longer and sighed: “It’s Rong Rong’s.”
“How could this be…” Ji Tong slumped onto the edge of the bed.
Ji Wenfeng: “It’s nothing serious. It’s just women’s clothing.”
“Firstly, women’s clothing is either one, or all the time. It’s like drug addiction; once you’re hooked, you can’t quit,” Ji Tong said, heartbroken.
He never imagined that while he was still thinking about giving his sons sex education, they’d already become F1 champions.
Wang Xiufang watched the whole thing with great interest, then silently closed the door for the father and son.
The Ji family was doomed.
Ji Wenfeng saw his father to the door.
“Don’t worry about this. It’s just a personal hobby. Women’s clothing isn’t a big deal; it doesn’t affect anything,” Ji Wenfeng said, his words filled with selfish motives.
Ji Tong: “That still needs to be addressed. I’ll go talk to your Aunt Fang and have her have a good talk with Rong Rong.”
He awkwardly pointed to the bright yellow, sexy lingerie Ji Wenfeng was twirling between his fingers: “This… can I have it back?”
Ji Wenfeng withdrew his grip, clutching the lingerie tightly: “I already said it’s Rong Rong’s.”
“I just checked, there’s a loose thread under the left cup, it definitely belongs to your Aunt Fang.” Ji Tong sighed, “Rong Rong probably stole his mother’s lingerie and secretly wore it.”
“…I see.” Upon hearing it belonged to Fang Qing, Ji Wenfeng hurriedly tossed it to Ji Tong.
Ji Tong turned to leave, but suddenly remembered something and turned back to ask his son: “There’s something I’ve been wondering about.”
“What?” Ji Wenfeng casually leaned against the doorframe as he was about to close it.
“Since Rong Rong stole his mother’s lingerie, why was it in your bed?” Ji Tong pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the gleam of a detective.
Ji Wenfeng: “…”
Ji Tong: “… “
Ji Wenfeng: “…”
Ji Tong: “…”
Ji Wenfeng: “…”
Ji Tong: “…”
Ji Wenfeng solemnly said, “The most urgent thing now is to go and talk to Rong Rong.” With that, he slammed the door shut.
Ji Tong: “…”
Ji Tong returned to his room and reported everything he had learned in Ji Wenfeng’s room to Fang Qing.
Fang Qing: “Impossible! I, Rong Rong, a dignified man, would never do anything like crossdressing!”
Ji Tong: “But Xiao Feng said…”
Fang Qing: “Xiao Feng must have stolen my underwear and irresponsibly framed Rong Rong for crossdressing!”
Ji Tong: “You’re going a bit too far with Xiao Feng…”
Fang Qing: “Let’s see what he’s made of!”
Saying this, she snatched the bright yellow sexy underwear from Ji Tong’s hand, and strode downstairs with a triumphant air. She first knocked on Ji Wenfeng’s door: “You said Rong Rong crossdressed?!”
Ji Wenfeng had just finished showering and was wearing a cotton t-shirt and home shorts, leaning against the door: “…Ah.”
Fang Qing said aggressively: “Do you dare to confront me face to face?”
Ji Wenfeng: “Technically speaking, I dare.”
He had a folder on his computer full of Rong Rong’s crossdressing photos, including the wedding series and the princess series, totaling more than 2 gigabytes of original photos, which had even been trending on Weibo. In the near future, a JK series would also be added, so he wasn’t afraid at all.
But if Rong Rong knew he’d revealed his cross-dressing to their parents, he might fly into a rage. He’d already realized his father’s visit was only for the bright yellow sexy lingerie.
Rong Rong’s cross-dressing used to be a secret between the two of them, but now that he’d leaked it, Rong Rong probably wouldn’t forgive him.
But now, if he didn’t tell the truth, he’d be seen as a perverted man secretly in love with his stepmother. Compared to that, wasn’t it better to let his parents understand Rong Rong’s cross-dressing fetish? Keeping it a secret would only make things worse. He also hoped Rong Rong wouldn’t have to hide her cross-dressing anymore.
Having figured this out, Ji Wenfeng resolutely raised his head: “Strategically speaking, I dare!”
“Alright, in that case, let’s go find Rong Rong together, face to face, and see who’s lying!” Fang Qing led the way, with Ji Wenfeng and Ji Tong bringing up the rear, heading towards Lu Rong’s room…
At this moment, Lu Rong was quietly doing his homework in his room.
But today, he was restless.
His WeChat kept ringing, the “All Villains” group was flooded with messages.
“Boss, is Lily there?”
“Boss, can I have Lily’s WeChat?”
“Boss, what color flower does Lily like?”
“Boss, does Lily have a boyfriend?”
Lu Rong: “…”
Male high school students didn’t need eyesight to fall in love.
“Boss, all the boys in school want Lily’s photos, can you send me a few…”
“Please…”
“We’re begging you, ojr!”
Lu Rong’s ears perked up sharply.
Lu Rong: “All the boys in school want Lily’s photos?”
Li Nanbian: “Absolutely true!”
Lu Rong coldly: “10 yuan a piece.”
All the villains: “…”
What kind of devil is the boss?! He’s actually selling his own sister’s photos?!
Lu Rong calmly put down his pen at his desk.
Although he didn’t like others fantasizing about him, but he liked money. He hadn’t made much money lately. He was busy as a dog during an election, and after calculating his accounts, he only had a surplus of 2.5 yuan. Even a landlord’s family had no surplus grain.
Lu Rong stood up solemnly, reaching for the JK uniform in the paper bag…
“Rong Rong!” Fang Qing, utterly rude and aggressive, slammed open Lu Rong’s door.
The next second, her pupils constricted, and she froze, speechless.
The second to enter was Ji Tong, his mouth agape in a wide “O,” quickly lowering his head.
Don’t look! Don’t look!
The last to arrive was Ji Wenfeng.
He glanced into the room, and a nosebleed gushed out, the powerful recoil causing his head to snap back.
Lu Rong: “…”
Lu Rong stood frozen in place.
He was wearing a complete JK uniform, his feet propped on a chair as he put on stockings!
Black stockings!
So why did his whole family rush in at this time?!
Fang Qing knelt on the floor with a thud, striking an “orz” pose: “I admit defeat…”
Lu Rong: “…”
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