After lunch, Kecong made his way to Jason's pub.
He knocked on Jason's office door.
"Come in," Jason replied.
"Hi, Ja... Jason," Kecong stammered.
"Have a seat. So, you've really decided to become a social escort? It can be a job for anyone, regardless of gender," Jason inquired.
"What do you mean by 'anyone'?" Kecong asked.
"A social escort can be of any gender and can cater to various requests. If you work in my bar, at least I can oversee who your clients are. It's safer that way. I gave you a day to think it over, and you still haven't made a decision?" Jason pressed.
"But... I have a boyfriend, and we're planning to have a baby," Kecong replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Are you sure? You mean the guy who came to my bar to rescue you is planning to have a baby with you? Did he say that? Stop being naive!" Jason laughed.
Kecong hesitated, lowering his head to suppress the tears threatening to spill.
"You're mistaken! Jiahao ge loves me deeply! He does everything for me! He's the only one who truly cares and is my first friend and only boyfriend!" Kecong protested, sadness lacing his voice.
Jason pulled out a financial magazine.
"My dear Kecong, you're quite innocent. You claim to be his boyfriend, yet you know nothing about him or his family? You're living in a fantasy, my friend. Take this magazine and read it. Ask him pointed questions before getting intimate! Who knows, he might be worse than your father! Do you realize his parents are among the top ten richest people in China? Even if he genuinely cares for you, do you think his parents would accept someone like you? Stop dreaming!" Jason admonished angrily.
Kecong took the magazine and began to read.
"Jiahao ge is so wealthy!? His parents are ranked second!? Why didn't he tell me this? Is he hiding something from me? Or is he just playing with my feelings like everyone else?!" Kecong murmured to himself.
"People like you are often the subject of jokes. How many of them are truly honest with you?" Jason asked.
Kecong, overwhelmed, pulled his hair and wept.
"Calm down, baby. We're all here to protect you, as long as you heed our advice," Jason reassured him.
"What's the best job for me? I only have a few months until I turn 18," Kecong inquired.
"I'll arrange for you to be a dancer and accompany guests in the VIP lounge. The pay is significantly better," Jason responded.
"But I'm too slim; I don't think I'd make a good dancer," Kecong protested.
"It's not like being a stage dancer. It's for private events," Jason clarified.
Kecong clenched his fists tightly.
"Don't worry, I'll guide you. Now, take everything off so I can see you and take some photos," Jason instructed.
"What?! Why must I do that?" Kecong questioned, taken aback.
"Just do as I say," Jason replied.
Reluctantly, Kecong complied, removing all his clothing. Jason examined him closely.
"This is quite remarkable. You have a lovely physique, very feminine," Jason commented, leaning in to kiss him.
Kecong pushed him away.
"Don't worry; you're just selling yourself. Just remember to insist on condoms if they want to have sex with you. Now, serve me like you would your boyfriend. I'll lock the door. There's a shower and a bedroom in my office. We'll start with a shower," Jason commanded.
Kecong did as instructed. After showering, they lay on the bed.
"You're quite professional. Do you often have sex with your boyfriend?" Jason asked.
"Recently, I've watched a lot of gay adult videos and have been intimate with him," Kecong admitted.
Lying on the bed, he began to pleasure Jason, trembling and crying. Jason leaned in to kiss Kecong.
"My dear boy, if you cry and tremble while attending to my customers, they will flee. That's enough for today; you can go home," Jason said.
Suddenly, Kecong knelt on the floor, bowing deeply.
"Please! I need this job desperately! I promise I won't cry when serving customers," Kecong pleaded.
Jason paused, contemplating.
"Alright, you can start next Monday. In the meantime, watch more instructional videos," Jason said.
"Yes! Yes! I will watch more! Thank you!" Kecong exclaimed, repeatedly bowing in gratitude.
Jason helped him to his feet.
"Please, get up. I don't appreciate begging," Jason said.
He handed Kecong a packet of tissues.
"Quickly wipe your face. Stop crying, or your darling will wonder who hurt you," Jason remarked.
"Thank you," Kecong replied softly.
After leaving the pub, he headed to the supermarket to buy ingredients for dinner.
An hour later, he returned home to prepare the meal.
At 6:30 PM, Jiahao arrived home.
"Dear! I'm back!" Jiahao called out cheerfully.
His eyes fell upon a tabloid magazine on the dining table, featuring his parents on the cover. Kecong emerged from the kitchen, glaring at Jiahao.
"Wow! You cooked so many dishes! I can't wait to try!" Jiahao exclaimed.
"Get your filthy hands off the dining table! Wash up and change your clothes before you come over!" Kecong snapped.
In the room, Jiahao thought to himself, "Why is Kecong so upset today? He's never acted this way before. Does he know something about my parents?"
After washing up and changing, he approached the dining area, only to find Kecong in tears. He rushed to embrace him.
"Dear, what's wrong? Why are you crying?!" Jiahao asked, alarmed.
Kecong threw the magazine onto the floor.
"Who are these elderly people?! Tell me the truth! Are you Wang Mei Fen and Wang Hao's son?!" Kecong demanded, tears streaming down his face.
"How did you find out?!" Jiahao responded, shocked.
"So you really are their son?! Your parents are among the top ten richest in China?! Then why do you love me?! I'm so poor, and I'm an outcast! I'm a man capable of bearing children! Stop deceiving me! I thought I was the luckiest person in the world to have such a loving partner!" Kecong lamented, tearing the magazine in frustration.
"Kecong, please calm down. Yes, they are my parents, but they don't define me. I'm my own person, and I choose to love you!" Jiahao declared firmly.
He held Kecong tightly.
"Let me go! I want to sleep in the guest room alone tonight! I'm not eating; you can eat by yourself," Kecong replied, rushing into the guest room.
***End of Chapter ***