Love with a Rich Godfather 5
Wei Shicheng had a meeting early the next morning and could not stay in the teahouse overnight. After three times, he held Tao Yuan in his arms, kissed and kneaded him for a long time before letting him go to pick up the clothes on the ground.
After the passion subsided, Wei Shicheng's mind and body calmed down. He felt that although this was a gift from Mr. Chen to please him, he was quite satisfied with it, even surprising himself. So he decided to keep it for himself.
While Wei Shicheng was putting on his clothes, Tao Yuan also picked up his clothes and put them on. The red marks on his body were so embarrassing that even he himself was embarrassed to look at them. He had given away his first time in his past and present lives just like that. Although the process was a bit exciting, Wei Shicheng was a top-notch man in terms of appearance and other aspects. He thought of it as him paying him to whore himself, rather than him whoring himself. Thinking of this, Tao Yuan felt much more at ease.
After Wei Shicheng put on his clothes, he sat next to Tao Yuan, stroked his face and said, "I accept you as my godson. I will support you from now on. I will give you any money you need."
After the two of them had this kind of relationship, Wei Shicheng's claim to have him as his godson was, of course, not a true godson. In the past, when people recognized a godfather or a godson, they were truly godparents, visiting each other during festivals. That's why the original owner's father had his son recognize Wei Shicheng as his godfather, hoping to become his godparent. However, Wei Shicheng's business wasn't that big back then.
But in recent years, the relationship between godfather and godson has changed, and there is another layer of implicit meaning in the relationship.
"The manager said that he only needs to serve you this time, but he didn't say that he will serve you in the future." Tao Yuan lowered his head, looking reluctant.
"You're just going to listen to your manager?" Wei Shicheng said unhappily. "Then you know that no matter what I say, your manager has to listen, right?"
"It's not a question of who I listen to. I only agreed to serve you once, so I only took the money for that one time." Tao Yuan did his best to project the original owner's personality: cold, aloof, and unyielding. Although he seemed to lack the confidence to behave this way after having sex, he couldn't give in immediately; that wouldn't be in line with the original owner's personality. Tao Yuan was still thinking about getting into the role, so he continued his performance.
"You may not understand my personality very well. Do you know why your manager doesn't let you talk back to me?" Wei Shicheng asked.
"Because you are rich, powerful, and resourceful, I cannot offend you," Tao Yuan replied.
"You really only have a partial understanding, but it doesn't matter. You'll slowly understand it in the future." Wei Shicheng kissed the corner of his mouth, then looked into his eyes and said, "I don't like to force others on things like this. It's best if you're willing. Following me will only benefit you."
Tao Yuan blinked rapidly several times and asked, "So, when will this relationship end?"
"It's over when I say it's over." Wei Shicheng was used to being strong. Since he was so attached to him, he naturally couldn't end it so easily. "While you're my godson, you're not allowed to date or have sex with anyone else. Got it?"
"I understand..." Tao Yuan responded in a low voice.
"Let's go, I'll take you home." Wei Shicheng touched his fair and tender face. The smooth touch made him reluctant to move his hand away.
Tao Yuan originally wanted to stand up, but halfway through he immediately sat back down, his face flushed as if it had been splashed with rouge.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Wei Shicheng asked with concern.
"Can you please go downstairs and wait for me?" Tao Yuan was so embarrassed that he couldn't raise his head.
"What happened?" How could Wei Shicheng leave him here alone when it was obvious that something was wrong with him?
"...Yours, yours..." Tao Yuan pressed his lower abdomen and finally forced himself to say, "Yours..., is still inside."
Wei Shicheng then remembered and said with sudden realization, "Yes, there's still a lot left in there. If you were a girl, you might be able to get pregnant this time."
"You go out first, I'll be there in a while." Tao Yuan pushed him.
"I'll help you." Wei Shicheng had never done this kind of thing for others, so he had no experience. However, because of the child in his arms, he was not only willing to make an exception, but also found it quite interesting, which even he himself found incredible.
When Wei Shicheng and Tao Yuan came downstairs, Manager Wu and his men were still sitting in the lobby, guarding them. He was still worried that Tao Yuan might anger Wei Shicheng. When he saw them coming down, he immediately stood up to greet them, nodding and bowing to Wei Shicheng.
The music of the piano had stopped long ago. The two of them had been alone on it for several hours. Just by looking at Tao Yuan's face, which was too embarrassed to raise, one could tell that what was supposed to happen must have happened.
Tao Yuan's steps were a little unsteady, and his waist felt a little sore. He felt a little uncomfortable in a place that had been thoroughly visited for the first time. These people watching below knew what they were doing up there, and being watched by them, Tao Yuan was of course embarrassed to raise his head.
After sending the two to the car and watching it drive away, Manager Wu felt that Wei Shicheng was actually willing to personally send Tao Yuan back, which seemed quite satisfactory. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing his aching neck as he walked inside, thinking that he could finally get a good night's sleep.
Wei Shicheng sent Tao Yuan out of the community, held his lips and kissed him again and again, and did not let him go for more than ten minutes.
Tao Yuan felt like his lips were about to break, burning and stinging. If he had just kissed him, it would have been fine. Although his kisses were getting harder and harder, as if he wanted to eat his lips and tongue into his stomach, it was not unbearable. But he didn't know when his hands had slipped into his clothes, from slowly sliding to kneading vigorously. Tao Yuan felt that the skin touched by his palms was burning, and his body temperature was gradually rising.
Wei Shicheng finally let go of Tao Yuan's lips, and looked at his originally pink lips turning into a more attractive rose red, feeling quite a sense of accomplishment.
"You should let me out of the car, otherwise it will be dawn." Tao Yuan saw the desire burning in his eyes and had to remind him.
Wei Shicheng whispered in Tao Yuan's ear, "I'll send someone to pick you up in two days."
Although the back seat of the car was an independent space, where no one else could overhear their conversation, Tao Yuan's face still flushed. But at this point, he could only deal with him for now. Otherwise, he didn't know how long he would drag it out before he would let her go. He might even get in the car again if he got the urge.
"I understand. Please let me go back soon." Tao Yuan tried hard to look expressionless, but there was a pleading look in his eyes.
"Go." Wei Shicheng felt that the novelty in his heart had not yet worn off, so he didn't want to let go. He decided to take him to his place next time and make sure he got enough sleep before letting him go.
Tao Yuan finally escaped and returned to his residence. After entering the room, he quietly opened the door of Du Yi's room. With the help of the night light on his bedside, he saw his sleeping face. Then he closed the door with confidence and tiptoed back to his room.
After taking a shower in the bathroom, Tao Yuan lay down on the bed exhausted, thinking that this kind of sex trade was not easy at all. Especially since the person he was selling his body to was a strong and strong person.
Tao Yuan closed his eyes and opened the system. He saw that the original tender bud had grown into a small pink bud. This bud represented the progress of his relationship with Wei Shicheng. The growth of a small bud proved that Wei Shicheng had some feelings for him, but he was still far from falling in love with him.
He remembered what the system had said: when the peach blossom bloomed, the degree of its bloom represented the degree of love the target had for him. However, only when his relationship with the target was complete would the peach blossom fully bloom. So, he was destined to play this drama for the rest of his life.
Only after turning on the body recovery function in the system did Tao Yuan fall into a deep sleep. With the recovery of the system, when he woke up, he would not feel uncomfortable at all, but would feel refreshed instead.
Now that Tao Yuan was being kept by Wei Shicheng, he no longer needed money and no longer had to play the piano at the teahouse. He could stay home in the evenings, either painting, tutoring Du Yi, or waiting for Wei Shicheng to send someone to pick him up. The Youth Cup Chinese Painting Competition was drawing closer, and he could prepare his entry.
Wei Shicheng said he would come to pick him up in two days, but he flew out of the country the next day and his return date was uncertain, so Tao Yuan felt more relaxed.
"Du Qingyu, come with me." After packing up his things, Hu Wenshan walked out of the classroom.
Tao Yuan followed with his painting box. Hu Wenshan walked straight into his office and Tao Yuan followed him in.
"Close the door." Hu Wenshan put down his drawing box and sat down behind the desk. This was a single-person office and there was no one else there except the two of them.
After closing the door, Tao Yuan stood in front of Hu Wenshan's desk, waiting for him to say what he wanted to say.
"You've been doing very well recently. Not only have you made great progress academically, but you've also learned to respect your teachers more than before." Hu Wenshan tried several times to deliberately provoke Tao Yuan, but to no avail. Tao Yuan was like a block of ice when he faced him, cold and hard. Hu Wenshan was anxious and angry. The Youth Cup Chinese Painting Competition was approaching, and he had been entrusted with a task. Since he couldn't prevent Tao Yuan from participating, he had to find another way.
Tao Yuan remained expressionless as usual, waiting for him to continue.
"The Youth Cup Chinese Painting Competition is about to begin. You've always been among the top performers in our grade, and I think you have a very good chance of winning this time. You've performed very well recently and have made great progress, so I've decided to give you individual guidance to increase your chances of winning."
"Teacher, how can you tell that I have improved? Haven't you always said that my work lacks artistry? You usually prefer Xu Shaoyan, so why do you suddenly want to give me individual guidance?" Tao Yuan said he was puzzled, but he knew it clearly in his heart. He had never shown any better painting skills than the original owner. It would be strange if he could see that he had improved. And he really had something to hide, otherwise he would not say these words.
Hu Wenshan cleared his throat awkwardly and said, "Your basic skills have improved greatly, but you still lack in artistic expression. That's why I want to coach you specifically to increase your chances of winning. As for Xu Shaoyan, I'm already coaching him. He has a great chance of winning, just like you. However, the competition will select the top three. As your Chinese painting teacher, I naturally hope that you all win, so I'm coaching you individually."
"Why does the teacher think he can teach me art? Isn't it because he didn't show enough talent in art that he stayed in school as a teacher?"
Hu Wenshan's expression immediately turned ugly. He suppressed his anger and said, "I was kind enough to guide you to win the award, but you are mocking me here. I just praised you for respecting teachers more recently than before. You are too naive to be praised."
"Actually, I don't need the teacher's individual guidance. Thank you for your kindness," said Tao Yuan.
"What do you mean?" Hu Wenshan said with a straight face, "The teacher is kind enough to teach you, but you're going to refuse?"
"So the teacher is forcing me to teach him, and I can't refuse, right?"
"Teacher, this is for your own good."
"I see. How much does the teacher need for instruction?"
Hu Wenshan was stunned for a moment and said, "Tutoring fees? ... I don't need that. As your Chinese painting teacher and class teacher, it's my job to guide individual students."
"The teacher usually hates me so much, but now he suddenly wants to give me individual guidance. He doesn't want to charge me. Could he have other purposes?" Tao Yuan looked confused.
Hu Wenshan thought to himself that he thought he wanted to force a fee, but it was not a bad idea to think so, as it was better than thinking that he had other purposes.
"Forget about the tuition fees. If you really want to, you can just give the teacher a symbolic gift."
"I don't know what the teacher likes, but since the teacher insists on giving me individual guidance and wants me to give her a gift..." Tao Yuan took out his phone, transferred the money, and asked, "Is this money enough to buy the teacher a gift? If so, go pick out the gift you like."
Hu Wenshan picked up the phone and saw the transfer amount on it. He was a little scared and thought that it seemed that the previous information was wrong. This guy was not short of money at all and was so generous.
"That's enough. For the money you have to buy gifts, the teacher will guide you carefully. Don't worry."
In order to prevent some teachers from not teaching students seriously and only thinking about teaching privately to collect fees, the school has a rule that teachers are not allowed to accept money from students privately. Hu Wenshan accepted Tao Yuan's money, which was equivalent to holding a handle in his hand. Hu Wenshan could not have been unaware of this.
But he wasn't worried. He was just following orders from above, so if anything went wrong, someone would naturally take the blame. So why would he worry about what a student without any connections could do to him? Even if he reported him to the school, nothing would happen to him, and he would be the only one in trouble.
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