Crossdress Ch78

Time was running out, if Xu Yan didn’t leave soon, he’d miss his flight.

He had only meant to steal one last glance at Wen Sinian before leaving, but somehow, he ended up pinned down again.

In the end, Wen Sinian draped his own jacket over Xu Yan, took his hand, and led him straight to the underground parking garage via the elevator.

Xu Yan buried himself in Wen Sinian’s clothes the whole way, hiding his flushed lower face and swollen, glistening lips, as if that would keep him from being recognized.

But the moment they stepped into the elevator, the entire company was abuzz with messages exploding in group chats, all speculating about what Wen Sinian’s partner looked like. No one had seen clearly, though.

All they knew was that the figure was slender, clinging to Wen Sinian like a little bird seeking shelter.

Wen Sinian drove Xu Yan to the airport. Before he left, he tucked something into Xu Yan’s bag and cupped his face gently. “Message me when you land.”

Xu Yan caught a glimpse of the pink box and his calves trembled nervously. He shoved it deeper into his bag, afraid someone might see, then lifted his eyes to glare fiercely at Wen Sinian.

But his round, misty doe eyes, still damp and red, held no threat, only an overwhelming cuteness.

Time was up. He grabbed his suitcase and hurried off.

***

Back at the company, Wen Sinian found Lin Xingxian waiting for him in his office.

“Didn’t we agree you’d have lunch with Lawyer Chen today? I’ve been waiting here forever. Where did you disappear to?”

Wen Sinian had completely forgotten about the arrangement with Xu Yan’s sudden visit. He adjusted his tie. “Let’s go.”

As they left the office one after the other, Lin Xingxian grumbled, “Did you change the fragrance in your office? Smells a little off…”

Wen Sinian hadn’t had time to air out the room after seeing Xu Yan off. He replied coolly, “Mhm.”

Lin Xingxian was used to his terseness, but it seemed like the more successful Wen Sinian became, the fewer words he spoke.

“I’m just curious, are you this quiet with Xu Yan too? You’ve been together for so long, can’t you learn to say something sweet? Let me tell you, there’s a lot of temptation out there, especially in the entertainment industry. Xu Yan is surrounded by handsome actors and beautiful actresses all day. And as a director, who knows how those little actors fawn over him behind the scenes? Don’t you have any sense of crisis?”

Wen Sinian raised his eyes and glanced at him.

“Do I need to?”

Lin Xingxian choked, itching to punch him. “Don’t rely on just your looks, ”

He scanned Wen Sinian up and down, the man was impeccably dressed, tall, and handsome. Objectively speaking, Wen Sinian would stand out even in the entertainment industry.

“…Fine, you do have the looks. But don’t get cocky!”

Wen Sinian didn’t bother explaining.

In truth, no one could be more acutely aware of the threats than he was.

He knew exactly what kind of environment Xu Yan was in. That male lead who had chatted with Xu Yan the other day? He had messaged and called multiple times, even when Xu Yan was at home.

Did he think Wen Sinian was dead?

Reflecting on his past actions, installing tracking software on Xu Yan’s phone, deceiving him in an online relationship while hiding his identity, those had been amateur moves.

At first, he had restrained himself, but his growing desire to possess and the darkness within him had always lurked beneath the surface.

He admitted to his own despicable nature.

Years had passed, of course, and he no longer resorted to such childish tactics.

He couldn’t be too controlling, so he gradually, subtly shaped Xu Yan’s habits, testing the boundaries of how much he could manage him.

The rule about drinking was one example. At first, he allowed Xu Yan one glass, then not even a sip. Xu Yan, wrapped in the sweetness of his care, no longer threw tantrums over his interference.

Now, Xu Yan was accustomed to Wen Sinian’s meticulous care, clothes laid out, meals served, every need anticipated without a worry.

Thinking of this, Wen Sinian scrolled through his phone.

The latest post on the app was about to hit a million likes. The photo had actually been taken a few days ago and posted under the account “Yanyan.”

Xu Yan had asked Wen Sinian to delete the account years ago, but before doing so, Wen Sinian had taken a look. The backlog of comments and private messages had been overwhelming, none read, all ignored by Xu Yan since then.

But as Wen Sinian scrolled through them one by one, his irritation grew.

He knew Xu Yan was popular, but he hadn’t realized how popular, or how shameless people could be.

He didn’t delete the account. Instead, he erased all of Xu Yan’s previous photos and, in a show of ownership, took a couple’s photo with Xu Yan, then disabled the private messaging and tipping functions.

His only goal? Pure show-off.

That photo became the first and only post on the 5-million-follower account. Neither of their faces was visible. The dim, purplish lighting cast an intimate, ambiguous glow. The man in the back, shirtless and masked, his powerful muscles pressing the delicate, bound figure in his lap even closer. 

 

The person in front wore a sheer white slip dress, the thin straps slipping off one shoulder, tantalizingly exposed. His entire body was confined by the man’s embrace, his back pressed against a scorching chest. His arms were tied with white lace, folded softly against his chest, his body seemingly melted into liquid. 

 

The man’s large hand gripped his chin, forcing his head back to reveal a snow-white, slender neck marked with faint bruises and the ghost of teeth marks. Beautiful and fragile, his mouth was clearly open, receiving the man’s kiss, but the photo cut off at their interlocking chins, leaving the rest to the imagination. 

 

Below, two smooth legs emerged from the dress, clad in white lace thigh-highs. A large hand squeezed one thigh, fingers pressing into the soft flesh, leaving deep indentations. The stark contrast between their sizes and skin tones somehow created a perfect harmony.

The comments exploded:

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH IS YANYAN IN A RELATIONSHIP?! AAAAAAAAAH” 

“I’m crying!!! Is this an official announcement?!” 

“Why were all the old photos deleted? And why is tipping disabled?!” 

“This couple is chef’s kiss perfection” 

“Yanyan ahhhhhhh what am I supposed to do now that you have someone?! Weren’t you my wife?! Are you leaving me just because I don’t have a big Jinjiang account?! ” 

“The person above, your Jinjiang account might be big, but it’s probably not as big as this guy… Look at his arms, they’re as thick as Yanyan’s thighs… He could probably lift Yanyan up with one hand and carry her to the sun!” 

“The internet’s only wife has been stolen, who understands my pain?! I’m not here to break up this family, I’m here to join it! Let me in, let me in! I’d even be happy just cuddling Yanyan every night!” 

“I can hear your schemes from America, buddy.” 

“AAAAAAAAAAH BABY, WHO IS THIS DOG THING HOLDING YOU?! DARE TO SHOW YOUR FACE LET ME SEE!!!” 

“Dog Bro understands, he knows if he shows his face, he’ll be instantly recognized, so he doesn’t dare.” 

“Baby baby baby baby, so delicious in this dress, so pure yet seductive, your skin is so fair, and there are still hickeys on your neck that haven’t faded… Are you still connected? [heart/heart]” 

“Sisters, why do I think they’re a perfect match? A beauty like Yanyan deserves a super-rich miner who can lock her up. Miner Bro, please check our baby’s credentials thoroughly!” 

“Does anyone else think Yanyan looks even more beautiful? Like he’s ripe and sweet all over…”

After that post, Wen Sinian seemed to find a new amusement. He liked a few comments from the rabid CP fans in the comment section under his author identity.

Later, he continued posting couple photos with Xu Yan, still without showing their faces.

The most recent one featured Xu Yan sitting on his shoulders, effortlessly lifted by one hand, his fingers digging into her thigh, the lace straining between them.

He liked a few more comments praising their compatibility just as Xu Yan’s message came through: I’ve landed.

***

Upon arrival, Xu Yan immediately began filming. The schedule was tight, and the director’s demands were strict, but Xu Yan had improved significantly over the years. Now leading his own team, he handled important scenes with confidence, earning the director’s trust.

The supplementary shots filled every day, and Xu Yan worked from dawn till dusk. He had no time for video calls with Wen Sinian, often replying to messages in a daze before falling asleep with his phone in hand.

Wen Sinian knew his schedule and didn’t disturb him.

The pink box Wen Sinian had given him before he left remained unused.

As their wedding anniversary approached, Xu Yan hesitated over how to ask the director for a day off, after all his hard work, surely he deserved it.

Unexpectedly, fate intervened: the male lead had to attend a gala recording, leaving the B-team unable to film. Xu Yan naturally got three days off.

He immediately booked a flight back to Beishi and called Wen Sinian to pick him up, planning a romantic anniversary celebration.

But as soon as the call connected, memories of how Wen Sinian had teased him in the office chair before he left sparked a mischievous idea.

“Are you free tomorrow?”

“No,” Xu Yan pretended to forget the significance of the day. “I’m filming all week. Did you forget?”

Wen Sinian, looking at the flight details on his phone, smirked. “Forgot. When are you back next week?”

Xu Yan: “Next Saturday. It’s not long, just wait for me at home. Don’t miss me too much.”

“What if I do?”

Xu Yan laughed. “Then endure it a little longer.”

Wen Sinian: “I can’t endure it.”

Xu Yan thought for a moment, covering the phone with his hand, his warm breath brushing against the receiver. In a soft, almost inaudible voice, he said, “If you behave and wait, I’ll let you use what’s in that little pink box when I get back. Okay?”

Wen Sinian’s breath hitched. He chuckled. “Okay.”

After hanging up, Xu Yan rushed to the airport. He arrived in Beishi late and spent the night at Shang Jia’s place, planning to sneak home the next day and hide. He wanted to surprise Wen Sinian when he returned.

Shang Jia also remembered their anniversary and generously gifted Xu Yan a wedding dress she had designed herself. “You two wore suits at your wedding. Wen Sinian has never seen you in a wedding dress, right?” she said, admiring her work. “Wear it tomorrow and blow his mind.”

The next morning, Xu Yan slipped home around noon, certain Wen Sinian wouldn’t be there. He carried his luggage and the wedding dress upstairs to the bedroom.

First, he laid the dress out on the bed. The voluminous skirt nearly covered the entire bed and spilled onto the rug. After quickly decorating the living room with rose petals for a warm, romantic atmosphere, he hid upstairs.

Looking at the wedding dress still lying on the bed, he hesitated before deciding to try it on.

The bodice was strapless, with a zipper along the fishbone side. It took him considerable effort to fasten it. Holding up the skirt, he stepped in front of the full-length mirror, turning left and right. Something felt missing, he had forgotten the veil on the bed.

Struggling to turn with the heavy skirt, he gathered the fabric in his arms, one leg peeking out from beneath the sheer layers. Just as he took a step toward the bed, he heard a noise at the bedroom door.

The door swung open, revealing Wen Sinian’s tall, imposing figure in the doorway.

Xu Yan froze, his arms loosening. The pristine skirt cascaded down, once again concealing his legs.

How did Wen Sinian come back so suddenly? He should be at the company right now!

Xu Yan glanced down at the dress barely clinging to his chest, his face flushing instantly.

He had wanted to wear it for Wen Sinian, but not like this, not so unexpectedly.

And he hadn’t even put on the veil yet.

Wen Sinian had known Xu Yan was home early. Seeing the decorated living room, he guessed Xu Yan was hiding upstairs, but he never expected this sight.

The holy, beautiful wedding dress accentuated Xu Yan’s slender, alluring figure. The skirt flared from the waist like a blooming flower, the long silver train shimmering like a river of stars. The glimpse of soft skin he had caught a second ago was now hidden again.

Xu Yan, bathed in the dress’s ethereal glow, seemed like the most enchanting siren, pure yet seductive, a perfect blend of contradictions that made Wen Sinian’s blood boil with desire.

Wen Sinian loosened his tie and strode into the room.

This scene mirrored their wedding, except back then, Xu Yan hadn’t worn a dress like this.

He had imagined Xu Yan in a wedding dress before, but reality surpassed his wildest dreams.

Xu Yan saw the intense, almost overwhelming possessiveness in Wen Sinian’s dark eyes and instinctively stepped back, trying to escape.

“H-How did you come back?” he stammered, forcing a smile. “I was going to wear this for you tonight… I was just trying it on…”

The heavy, intricate dress became his greatest hindrance. He had nowhere to run; the skirt pressed against the mirror.

Wen Sinian pulled off his tie completely and walked toward him. Without answering, he wrapped an arm around Xu Yan’s waist, tight in the corseted bodice, and leaned down to kiss him fiercely, nipping and teasing his soft lips until he was breathless and unsteady.

Only then did Wen Sinian loosen his grip slightly.

Xu Yan realized his wrist had been bound by the tie during the passionate kiss. He moved it confusedly, unable to break free.

Wen Sinian’s gaze traveled down, admiring Xu Yan’s flawless, jewel-like body wrapped in the dress.

Slowly, almost reverently, he knelt before him, mirroring the moment he had proposed.

Xu Yan stared blankly, still processing, when the pure white skirt was suddenly lifted.

A rush of heat, Wen Sinian had ducked beneath the dress.