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Chapter 169 Tutor
chapter 169
"don't want……"
Meng Youcheng thought for a few seconds and finally refused.
Firstly, becoming a tutor at Feng Jingsheng's house seems like a good option at the moment. Perhaps, we can even find evidence that he's the next character when he's off guard. However, there's a slight downside…
This guy doesn't think things through and does whatever he wants. He has a particularly strong desire for sex. If I went to his house, he would definitely provoke me in every way, and maybe something else would happen. No, something definitely would happen!
Besides, and more importantly, his current image as a heartthrob is extremely attractive to unmarried and single men. If he goes to his house, where Feng Jingsheng is surrounded by wealthy and powerful people, what if some blind man takes a fancy to him?
That person is even stronger than Feng Jinsheng, so wouldn't I be completely finished?
He didn't want to be the protagonist of a rag story, much less a toy for many people. However, now that he had failed in his duty, he would have fewer and fewer opportunities to spend time with Feng Jingsheng. If he didn't seize this opportunity, he might never be able to leave this world.
Feng Jingsheng, dressed in an expensive military uniform with a pistol hanging at his waist, leaned against the car with a smile on his face.
If I'm not mistaken, he came here specifically to pick me up. He must have known that I would fail in my duty today. Since he came specifically for me, even if I tried to refuse, he would eventually pull me back into the car.
Looking at the big picture, becoming his tutor is the best option right now. However, I can't be too casual, or it will make me seem cheap and he might try to take advantage of me. I should be more tactful and also make sure I have a safeguard for the future.
Feng Jingsheng straightened up and walked up to Meng Youcheng, a smile still on his face. "Why? Aren't you unemployed? You can come to my house as a tutor, which will fill your job vacancy. Isn't that killing two birds with one stone?"
Meng Youcheng pondered for a moment, "Isn't that too troublesome?"
"It's no trouble at all..."
Feng Jingsheng's gaze remained fixed on him as he smiled and said, "Xiaomin likes you so much. If she knew her favorite teacher had been expelled, she would be heartbroken. As her uncle, I can't bear to see her cry, so no matter how troublesome it is, I will invite you home..."
"You had concerns before because you are a homeroom teacher with many students who need your teaching, and you didn't have time to be a tutor. Now that's the perfect opportunity, so don't refuse."
Meng Youcheng pondered for a moment, then sighed, "Let's forget it... I... The principal is right, I'm still from the central region, while you and Xiaomin are from prestigious families in the upper region. It's better if I don't bother you. Besides... I have no power or influence, and I'd easily suffer in your family..."
"For Xiaomin's sake, and for my own, I think... I should just forget about it?"
He thought for a moment and then said, "Feng... Ah Sheng, you should find another teacher. I'm not suited for this profession. Although Xiao Min really likes me, there's nothing I can do. I'm just an ordinary person with no influence. I really like her, but I don't want to. I've paid a heavy price for it."
Hearing his words, Feng Jingsheng immediately laughed, a smirk playing on his lips, his eyes gleaming with a roguish glint. "You mean... you're afraid of being taken advantage of since you've come to my house? Take advantage of what? I'll definitely not skimp on your salary and benefits. Can you be more specific? Like... how will you be taken advantage of?"
Meng Youcheng swallowed hard, trying his best to avoid looking into his eyes...
Even a fucking idiot knows that he's definitely being taken advantage of by you, you scoundrel!
Meng Youcheng lowered his head, "I..."
Feng Jingsheng stepped forward, a smile on his face, and raised his hand to gently stroke his cheek. "You're afraid that if you go to my house, I'll touch you inappropriately like this, right? You're afraid that if you go to my house, I'll take advantage of you when you're not paying attention and force myself on you, right?"
His voice was gentle, without a trace of anger.
Meng Youcheng was about to nod, but then stopped and remained silent.
"I know you're not interested in boys. Don't worry, I'm inviting you to my house to be my tutor, not to satisfy my desires. It's because Xiaomin really likes you. You just said you're insignificant, and I deny that. If you stay by my side, you'll never face this kind of problem."
Feng Jingsheng grabbed his chin and lifted his head. "Yes, I do like you, but I won't force anyone. If you don't believe me, we can write a contract guaranteeing I won't lay a hand on you, and I absolutely won't take you to bed before you agree..."
"I just want Xiaomin to be happy, that's all."
Meng Youcheng was forced to meet Feng Jingsheng's gaze.
Feng Jingsheng's smile faded, his anger vanished, and he appeared genuinely sincere, his eyes filled with conviction: "Everything I said is true."
This is exactly the outcome Meng Youcheng wanted: to be able to go to his house as a tutor, to get close to him, but without anything happening, and to have his assurance that he would be absolutely safe.
Meng Youcheng suppressed a smile, looked up, and said somewhat reluctantly, "Then... let's sign a contract..."
Feng Jingsheng nodded slightly, "Okay..."
……
Damn it, I never expected it to be this easy?
Feng Jingsheng had someone draft a contract, which clearly stated the price and, most importantly, explicitly stated that he would not lay a hand on Mr. Meng and would not do anything indecent without the other party's consent.
Feng Jingsheng suddenly told Meng Youcheng that in order to ensure the progress of Mr. Meng's work, he could not resign without a reason, and he could not leave the Young Marshal's Mansion without the boss's consent.
Feng Jingsheng gently told him that this was just for better work and had no other meaning.
Meng Youcheng didn't think much of it and agreed.
The penalty for breach of contract is 600 million.
The two men, holding the contract, got back into the car. Feng Jingsheng's roguish air had softened considerably. He sighed, turned to look at the enthusiastic Meng Youcheng, and asked, "Baby... are you satisfied with this result?"
Although Meng Youcheng really disliked the term "baby," looking at the contract in black and white in his hand, he didn't nitpick too much. Instead, he nodded slightly, "It's just... to give myself some protection."
"Um……"
Feng Jingsheng started the car. "So, shall we go home?"
Looking at the scenery outside, Feng Jingsheng said, "Why don't you stay at my place tonight?"
Without even thinking, Meng Youcheng asked, "Why?"
"Your house is too far from mine. Do you get up at five o'clock every morning to come to my house? And you probably stay until after ten o'clock at night, right? It's already dark then. I'm worried that something might happen to you if you go home then."
"Besides, we have so many houses. I didn't ask you to live with me. And most importantly, there's a contract now, right? I've said it before, I won't lay a hand on you. A gentleman's word is his bond, so you can move in without worry..."
After saying all that, Feng Jingsheng still turned to look at him and asked, "Is it okay?"
How many minutes did Meng Youcheng think?
To be honest, the contract seems to be without any problems. Actually, when I go to his house, I'm not really a tutor, but more like a live-in housekeeper. After all, Song Min is very smart and doesn't need my help with most things...
In response, Meng Youcheng said he was willing to clean his house and provide him with three meals a day.
After hearing what the boy said, he really didn't want to get up so early in the morning...
Meng Youcheng pondered for a moment, then finally nodded, "Okay."
……
The car sped up, and before long they were back at the Marshal's Mansion.
It's still early, around two or three in the afternoon. There's still an hour or two before Song Min gets out of school, so she can go to her room and rest for a bit.
Feng Jingsheng unbuckled his seatbelt and eagerly got out of the car. Before Meng Youcheng could react, Feng Jingsheng opened the door, still smiling, "Welcome home..."
Meng Youcheng didn't think much of it, got down, and said with a smile, "Thank you."
Meng Youcheng thought for a moment, "Since I'm going to stay at your house, shouldn't I... go home and pack some things?"
"Need not……"
Feng Jingsheng thought for a moment, "If you don't mind, I have a similar outfit at home. It's getting late today, so we won't go shopping. I'll take you to buy clothes tomorrow. As for other things, I have everything I need at home."
Meng Youcheng nodded. "Oh..."
Feng Jingsheng stepped forward and grabbed his hand. "Let's go home..."
The boy's palms were incredibly hot, and the calluses on his fingers were thick, making them feel quite comfortable to the touch. However, the contact between their palms made Meng Youcheng feel somewhat uncomfortable, and he tried to struggle...
However, the opponent's grip was extremely strong, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.
Meng Youcheng finally gave up and said directly, "Feng...Asheng, could you please stop holding my hand? I feel like this...is a little strange..."
Feng Jingsheng turned and glanced at him. "Something's off? Do you feel things are getting too intimate?"
The boy did not let go.
Meng Youcheng hesitated for a moment, "Actually... it's just..."
He suddenly remembered something and said with a smile, "Didn't the contract say you wouldn't lay a hand on me?"
Feng Jingsheng stopped, his hand still on his, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "This... doesn't count, does it?"
Meng Youcheng: Something feels off.