DPPM Extra 4 – Caught in an Act of Jealousy (Part 2)

Cross-dressing?

Shen Jiayan was spewing shit.

He had already experienced two memorable cross-dressing incidents in his life, and there was no way there would be a third time, especially since most people at Guanghua School of Management recognized his face. Even if he dressed as a woman, what good would it do? He would still be recognized.

Song Yan walked over with a cold face, absolutely no hesitation in his expression. [Then I would rather Xia Zhiye develop feelings for someone else and let him die on the spot.]

“…”

Seeing this message, Shen Jiayan suddenly felt some sympathy for Xia Zhiye. It was not easy for him to be hovering on the edge of death at such a young age.

But even so, Song Yan was still the same Song Yan who had saved his life when they were young. He had to stand together with Song Yan against Xia Zhiye, without any other choice.

After this brief moment of pity, Shen Jiayan empathetically expressed his anger to Song Yan: [What should we do then? Isn’t it necessary for a man and a woman to enter the scene together? Are you going to let Xia Zhiye go alone to the dance floor with his senior sister, while you stay at home alone worrying if he’s going to be ‘unfaithful’?]

Shen Jiayan didn’t say much, but as soon as he mentioned it, Song Yan immediately imagined Xia Zhiye at the dance, with a big backcombed hairstyle, wearing a European-style suit. With such a style of dress, his legs would appear a mile long, and his unrestrained flirtatious eyes would charm the girls as he chatted with them. 

Thinking about having to stay at home alone to scoop Xia Daye and Song Xiaoxi’s poops, he instantly became furious and wanted to beat Xia Zhiye up again.

But this would make him seem unreasonable. After all, catching a cheater in the act requires catching them red-handed. If he wanted to beat Xia Zhiye with justification, he would have to attend this dance.

But how should he go about it?

Song Yan was just a straightforward man, and he was not good at these sneaky things.

But luckily, he had a good friend who had always been very helpful and had a particularly clever mind.

So, while he frowned, thinking about how much money it would take to bribe the on-site management staff, a series of exclamation marks suddenly appeared on the screen.

[The Sweetest Little Strawberry in the World]: !!!!!!!!

[The Sweetest Little Strawberry in the World]: Xiao Yan!!! I know!!! I have a solution!!! I’m a genius!!!!

[YAN]: ?

[The Sweetest Little Strawberry in the World]: You don’t want to cross-dress, but I can! I look amazing in women’s clothing!!! Take me with you and we’ll definitely make an impression!!! No one will recognize me!!!

Seeing the screen filled with exclamation marks, Song Yan fell into deep thought.

He knew Shen Jiayan was a bit naive, knew he was easy to fool, and knew he was always righteous.

But he wasn’t as naive, carefree, and righteous as Shen Jiayan.

What was the hidden meaning behind the words “I look amazing in women’s clothing”?

He felt like he might have just been forced to see an unspeakable secret. Suppressing the embarrassment he felt for Shen Jiayan’s naturally dull reaction, he replied: [Cross-dressing in public, are you okay with that? What about Zhou Ziqiu? Would he mind?]

Shen Jiayan was totally unconcerned. [What’s the big deal? Nowadays, it’s common for male cosplayers to dress as women. And your school is far away from ours. If we don’t say anything, who would know?]

Shen Jiayan had a point.

After all, Shen Jiayan started a cosplay club during high school. Now that he was in university, he seemed to be the pillar of the university’s cosplay club. With his small frame, short height, fair skin, and lack of angular features, cross-dressing as female characters was not uncommon for him.

Moreover, both Zhou Ziqiu and his school were far away from Peking University, so no one would recognize him. As long as no one exposed him, there shouldn’t be any problem.

Song Yan replied with just three words: [You are righteous.]

Shen Jiayan, on the other hand, waved his hand in a very manly manner: [What’s the big deal? A real man should stand by his brothers.]

Finally, he paused for a moment, added something, and said, [But this matter must be kept secret. Don’t tell Zhou Ziqu. He’s very stingy and hard to please.]

Of course, he couldn’t tell Zhou Ziqiu.

What’s the difference between telling Zhou Ziqiu and telling Xia Zhiye directly?

So, their years of friendship led them to agree in unison, and they went to bed feeling reassured.

However, what they didn’t know was that at the same time, Xia Zhiye sent a WeChat message to Zhou Ziqiu: [Xiongdi, come to our school this weekend. I need your help with something.]

And Zhou Ziqiu responded without hesitation: [Sure, no problem.]

–

Actually, Song Yan didn’t sleep well that night.

Although he hadn’t had trouble sleeping since he resolved his issues before, sleeping with Xia Zhiye had become a habit. If he woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t feel the warmth of his body pillow, it would be difficult for him to fall back asleep.

So, whenever he sent Xia Zhiye to sleep on the couch or in the guest room before bed, he didn’t lock the door. It was more convenient for Xia Zhiye to sneak in halfway through the night and then sneak out in the morning.

Then they would pretend that nothing happened, silently guarding this arrogant little secret.

However, this night, Xia Zhiye didn’t enter the bedroom at all.

When Song Yan woke up in the middle of the night and didn’t feel the familiar warmth of his body pillow, he was first surprised, then puzzled, and then it took him a long time to realize — Xia Zhiye, that bastard, hadn’t come?!

He had made so much noise when he unlocked the door before going to bed. How could he not come?

Was he angry because he let him go to the costume dance?

Or because he didn’t get jealous so he was upset?

Or was it because he wanted to chat with the senior sisters more conveniently, so he didn’t come?

The more Song Yan thought about it, the angrier he became. He spent the whole night stewing over it, imagining all sorts of scenarios. In the end, he was so angry that he got up and went to school even before the alarm clock rang.

When Xia Zhiye woke up and habitually went to give him a good morning kiss, he found no one in bed but a small kitty angrily scratching at a puppy . There was no one else in the house.

‘…Where is Song Yan?’

He had just fallen asleep last night after discussing a surprise for Song Yan, and when he woke up in the morning, his affectionate boyfriend was gone?!

Xia Zhiye picked up Song Xiaoxi: “Where’s your dad?”

Song Xiaoxi gave him a disdainful scratch on his hand.

Xia Daye immediately barked back at him.

With six members in the family now, he ranked fifth in the food chain, just above Song Lele, and had no authority to question this kitty and puppy pair. So, he sent a message to Song Yan: [Where’s my wife? / Cat poking out its head.gif]

Song Yan simply sent back a class schedule: [I’m busy with group projects with my roommates this week. I won’t be home this weekend. You can do whatever you want.]

Due to the mandatory on-campus residence policy for freshmen in the first semester of the first year, Song Yan had bought a house near the school, which had just been renovated and was still vacant for formaldehyde removal purposes. So, they usually stayed in the dormitory from Monday to Thursday, and then moved to the newly purchased villa on Friday nights.

Moreover, as they were in different departments and different classes, they had just finished military training and were very busy, so they didn’t spend much time together except during public classes and meal times.

So when Song Yan suddenly sent such a message emphasizing how busy he was, his intention was clear – “I’m mad at you, so I won’t talk to you. If you want to coax me, do it yourself.” 

It seemed that someone had become a jar of vinegar, but still wouldn’t admit it.

A dead duck’s mouth is hard, ah¹hard to pry something out of this person’s mouth.

Well, it was his fault for using the dirty trick of first criticizing then praising. 

Xia Zhiye lightly raised the corners of his lips, smiling as he replied with just one word: [OK] 

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‘Alright, screw you.’

When Song Yan received this message, he was about to explode with anger.

Xia Zhiye actually agreed.

This shameless, clingy Xia Zhiye actually agreed this time?!

He must have agreed so readily because Song Yan wouldn’t be home this weekend, so he could go to the costume ball with a clear conscience. If Xia Zhiye, who was usually so clingy, didn’t come to the dormitory this weekend to help him finish the group project and then drag him away, then Song Yan would have to go!

Now that Xia Zhiye had agreed so readily, Song Yan was determined to go to this costume ball. He wanted to see what tricks Xia Zhiye could come up with.

So on the night of the dance, Shen Jiayan appeared punctually at the bottom of Song Yan’s dormitory building, wearing his strawberry sweetheart Lolita outfit.

Song Yan had a slim but well-defined frame, giving him a distinct sense of youthful toughness and slightly broad shoulders.

Shen Jiayan, on the other hand, was different. He was just over 1.7 meters tall, with slender limbs and a very small frame.

With a wig and a wide-brimmed hat, wearing a Lolita dress and white stockings, he stood there, pressing down the brim of his hat to reveal his sharp chin and full red lips. Even without makeup, he looked like a tall and elegant standard sweet girl.

Except for being a little too flat-chested.

So, when he walked downstairs with his otaku roommate, he directly took a cold breath: “Fuck! Song Yan! Is this your girlfriend? You, who are always sulking and doing nothing, have such a beautiful girlfriend?!”

Song Yan: “…”

As someone with a boyfriend, he didn’t know how to explain. He could only truthfully say, “No, she’s just a good friend.”

But his roommate didn’t seem to believe him. With a “I understand” smile on his face, he sarcastically said, “Oh.”

Generally, when a man and a woman enter the ambiguous period of “not quite dating yet”, they often emphasize that they’re “just friends.” It seemed that Song Yan hadn’t completely won her over yet.

So he patted Song Yan on the shoulder, smiled in a way that was both encouraging and mocking, and said, “Come on, Yan-ge, I’m rooting for you.”

After saying that, he skipped towards the cafeteria.

Leaving Song Yan standing there numbly, watching his back, he vaguely felt that he had done something wrong.

Then he saw Shen Jiayan,carelessly spreading his legs, bending over, sticking out his butt, then lifting his skirt to adjust the garterbelt on his legs. Finally, he quickly pulled down his skirt, stood in front of him and said, “Didn’t Zhou Ziqiu teach you not to bend over and spread your legs casually when you wear such a short skirt in public?”

“Oh.” Shen Jiayan scratched his head with a blank expression. “I’m not used to dressing like this and forgot.” 

He felt like he had done something wrong again.

But now, it was too late for everything. He could only take Shen Jiayan to the costume ball. 

Shen Jiayan’s cross-dressing was indeed decent. The entrance staff didn’t hesitate to give them each a rose as a symbol of goodwill and let them in.

To match Shen Jiayan’s lolita dress, Song Yan wore a European-style court dress, with a high lotus leaf collar, tailored trousers tucked into long boots, a well-fitted top that accentuated his slender waist.

With luxurious decorations, he was eye-catching even when he just stood still. His tall legs, broad shoulders, narrow waist, half-lidded eyes, and cold gaze – all of them made him look like an arrogant and beautiful king of the previous century.

With Shen Jiayan wearing a complicated lolita skirt beside him, they became the focus of the whole scene as soon as they entered.

However, because it was a costume ball, there were too many strange and bizarre costumes. In the dim indoor lighting, it didn’t seem strange at all, and no one could tell that Shen Jiayan was actually a boy.

Some thought that although this girl occasionally behaved a bit manly, she was good-looking, sweet when she smiled, and had a good figure.

Since it was originally a social dance, by the time Song Yan returned from a trip to the restroom, he found Shen Jiayan surrounded by a large group of tall and burly otaku holding roses, looking frightened and uneasy.

Just as Song Yan was about to pull him out, he was intercepted by a red queen who smiled generously and brightly, “Hey, would you like to dance with me, my king?”

Song Yan was now focused on rescuing Shen Jiayan, so he answered directly and coldly, “Sorry, I like boys.”

Before the disappointment could show on the red queen’s face, there came a cheerful exclamation from the side, followed by a slightly accented and not very fluent English, “Great! You’re gay! What a coincidence, I am too! Would you like to dance with me?”

As he spoke, a foreigner dressed as Mr. White Rabbit, wearing his rabbit ears and holding his rose, danced over to him, with his big blue eyes wide open, smiling sweetly and cutely, making it impossible for anyone to refuse.

Song Yan: “……”

How could this be happening?

Although this foreigner was very cute, he still had to firmly refuse.

However, before he could say, “Sorry, I already have a boyfriend,” a cold, low voice came from behind, “Sorry, he already has a boyfriend.”

“….?”

When he realized who the voice belonged to, Song Yan turned his head with the last glimmer of hope.

He saw Xia Zhiye,  dressed in the bright red wedding dress they had worn when they played the roles of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, standing behind him, holding a large bag in his hand, and could faintly see a corner of red cloth embroidered with a phoenix inside.

And those usually indulgent and lazy peach blossom eyes were now slightly narrowed, measuring the roses in the foreign student’s hands, looking dangerous.

Beside him, Zhou Ziqiu had turned completely black-faced, pursing his lips and walking towards Shen Jiayan’s direction without saying a word, his demeanor indicating that he was ready for a fight, even if he had to confront ten people at once. 

The atmosphere around them suddenly became terrifyingly low.

So much so that in that moment, Song Yan, who was usually arrogant and domineering, could only think: 

‘It’s over.’

‘It’s all over.’

‘I fucked up.’

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  hard to pry something out of this person’s mouth