First World: An Enchanted Pervert

Things had indeed headed in an unexpected direction, Manchu had just thought Qie Ranzhe would be annoyed with the truth. He didn't think Qie Ranzhe would storm off to the town square in a huff. 'Why is he this angry?' thought a puzzled Machu struggling to keep up with Qie Ranzhe's long strides.

If Manchu was to ask Qie Ranzhe that question, he wouldn't be able to answer it as well. The guy didn't even know why he was this angry but couldn't dial it down no matter how hard he tried. He hoped that when he saw Lin Jingxie, he would be able to figure out why he felt this way.

The town square was more lively than ever with people sitting on wooden benches watching the show on an elegant animated stage. Considering the Lin boys had a short time to build this stage, it was actually wonderfully constructed decorated in a antique elegance that was nice to look at.

Qie Ranzhe stood at the back of the audience as all the seats were occupied. Next to him and Machu were a group of rowdy boys watching the show intently. They seemed excited about something and Qie Ranzhe only realised what they were excited about when Lin Jingxie showed up on the stage in a dress and minimal exquisite makeup that actually modified his handsome features to an unattainable celestal delicate beauty.

This version of Lin Jingxie had everyone smitten, he was truly enchanting even when dressed as a lady. He was acting out a romantic scene with some sort of general and the sight of it intensified the rage bottled up within Qie Ranzhe. He was like a pressure cooker inches to exploding.

"Aiyo...you were right, young master Jin is as enchanting as you said. If only he was girl," said one of the boys with a beaming smile that made Qie Ranzhe wish he could gouge out those lustful eyes so he won't lay eyes on Lin Jingxie ever again.

"I am already bewitched, l no longer care that his a man," said one of them with yearning in his eyes completely oblivious of the kettle sizzling behind him.

"We are in the same boat, last night l had a spring dream about him. I was so confused, normally its a beautiful naked woman in my dreams as the main character. I am suddenly curi-," said another boy before he was tapped on the shoulder by Machu.

He didn't know why their conversation pissed off Qie Ranzhe so much but when he realised his big brother was about to explode, he had the boys quiet down otherwise it would end up bloody. They couldn't afford to anger another rich kid otherwise all the boys would be implicated.

The boys dialed it down only because Lin Jingxie had just concluded his act and the audience were applauding as the cast bowed before them. "Thank you so much for your support, please don't forget to donate to our cause," said Wen Qinxi with a dazzling smile that had some wives covering their husbands' eyes.

"Young Master Jingxie, how about showing us your ankles and l will give you half of what you make today," said one of the boys standing in proximity of hurricane Qie Ranzhe at the back.

Wen Qinxi chuckled before replying, "My ankles are worth more than that, l am afraid you can't afford me," while lazily placing his hands on either side of his waist. 'You fuckin pervert,' he thought with a fake smile while gnashing his teeth.

The stupid boy kept on going saying, "Okay, l understand. How about l give you double of what you earn today," discretely biting his lower lip.

"Ai, such a big spender, l am afraid l am not in the business of pimping myself but thank you for your support," said Wen Qinxi with every intention of ending this nonsensical conversation with the pervert.

"How is it any different from your seductive performance. Wasn't th-," he spoke but was cut off when a flying kick struck his shoulder from no where instantly knocking him out. Probably passed out from the pain. Qie Ranzhe was about to beat up all of them but was held back with great struggle by Manchu.

The other boys didn't dare act impulsively especially after the incident were Qie Ranzhe dislocated Sun Huxian's arm. No one wanted to mess with him because of his reputation more so when he was now in good books with Lin Jingxie.

Qie Ranzhe finally stopped and turned to the melon eaters who were calmly enjoying the show. "If any of you fuckers disrespect Young Master Jin, you will suffer the same fate as him!" he roared while pointing at the fallen victim, "And you better be fuckin generous with those donations!"

Lin Mingxu wanted to interject before but was a tad bit slower with Qie Ranzhe dealing with the pervert like a bull rampaging at a busy market. Though he didn't like him, he was extremely grateful for that. His brother had been subjected to such perverted groupies ever since they started this which was pissing off.

Qie Ranzhe suddenly walked over to the stage after he was down scolding the audience and dragged Lin Jingxie away to an alley right behind the stage. Lin Mingxu knew too well not to interrupt and so closed off the show before collecting donations.

In the alley, Qie Ranzhe pushed Lin Jingxie against the wall yelling, "Stay!" before walking into the tent startling Lee Jienjie who was packing up the costumes. "Water!" he commanded his eyes full of anger throwing away all his manners out of the window.

A terrified Lee Jienjie with a trembling finger pointed at the water pitcher on the tray. Qie Ranzhe grabbed it and turned to walk out before pausing in his tracks, "Thanks," and walked out only to find Lin Jingxie tip-toeing away like a scardy-cat.

Qie Ranzhe shook his head in disappointment before dragging him back to the wall by the back of his collar. "Dage let's talk about this. Let's use our words not our fists," said Wen Qinxi trying to negotiate with a crazed Qie Ranzhe. 'Why the fuck am l even explaining myself to this idiot?' he thought still trying to find a means of escape.

Qie Ranzhe didn't pay attention to him and asked for something instead, "Handkerchief?" in an impatient tone. Wen Qinxi was perplexed for a moment responding a bit slower and so Qie Ranzhe searched his clothes with no ounce of embarrassment only ceasing his actions when he found it.

Wen Qinxi who had just been felt up by his crazy boss was stunned speechless. Its only when Qie Ranzhe damped his handkerchief that he realised what was going on. "l wil-," he said before he was cut off with a handkerchief rubbing the makeup off his face.

The rubbing motion started off harsh but gradually became gentle clearing off all the makeup on Wen Qinxi's face. He finally relaxed when he realised Qie Ranzhe was just irritated by him wearing makeup. "Qie Ranzhe if you didn't want me to wear makeup, you should have just said so. I would have taken it off myself," said Wen Qinxi with a smile on his face.

Qie Ranzhe was knitting his brows together completely focused with on the task at hand. His flattering eyelashes were so close to Wen Qinxi that he felt like touching them. This version of Qie Ranzhe was extremely gentle that any girl would be touched.

'If only you showed Zhao Huangzhi this side of you, she would have loved you to death,' thought Wen Qinxi hoping the female lead would make an early appearance so his boss can finally be with the love of his life.

"Don't ever wear make up again. It attracts flies," said Qie Ranzhe putting his hand down only when he was satisfied that it was all gone.

Wen Qinxi was wondering how he was going to do that when he still had to perform. "I will think about it," he said before walking back to the tent. Qie Ranzhe followed closely behind thinking of ways to convince him when Lin Mingxu spoke up in excitement.

"Ge! We made three times more today," said Lin Mingxu showing the money to a thrilled Lin Jingxie. Watching the two brothers jumping up and down like little girls was just too embarrassing. 'Aren't these weirdos rich? Why are they so excited over petty cash?' thought a confused Qie Ranzhe as he placed the water pitcher back on the tray and stood with his arms idly folded across his chest.

"Jin-ge, may l speak to you?" requested a nervous Sun Huxian who had just barged into the tent uninvited with his arm strapped into a sling bandage.