A fleeting moment

After applying the medicine to the front, Huang Fuda asked him to turn around so he could apply it to the back. Unable to see Huang's face, just by listening to his voice, it seemed that even Huang's voice was much softer than usual.

"Fang Chuan, you know I've put a lot of effort into Cloud Island. Can you please stop deliberately dragging things out?"

"Boss, this is non-negotiable."

"Then tell me, was this something you and General Manager Wu planned together from the very beginning?"

Fang Chuan turned around to face him. "That's not important. Why do you always ask about this?"

“I need to die knowing why. The idea of ​​deliberately disrupting the Yunquanhui project was just yours when we first came down the mountain. President Wu's involvement only became clear after she stopped sending flowers, right?”

"Yes." He took the ointment, screwed the cap on, and looked Huang Fuda straight in the eye. "None of that matters. I'll be good to you. I can give you whatever you want. There's no need to run this hotel. If you really want to start a business, let's wait until we leave Xianye together and leave all this mess behind, okay?"

"I won't leave."

After Huang Fuda finished speaking, he turned around and started to shoo people away, saying, "The medicine has been applied. Go to the hospital for a check-up when you have time. You got injured because of me. I know you're not short of money, but I'll pay for your medical expenses."

"Pay for medical expenses? Then you should also pay for the money I spend on grocery shopping, cooking, and taking care of you every day. I just saw you planning an event, so you should still have money. I thought that big sum in the middle of the term would drain your savings."

He was truly broke; he was about to default on his bank loans. He even ordered that the Yunquanhui guest room department open for business tomorrow. There would be no construction or noise, and although it might look a bit bumpy, it would still be a place to sleep.

Moreover, rumors circulated within the company that Yundao was short of money, unable to pay salaries, and would be laying off employees, causing widespread panic.

Shengxiang and Sanhe, having apparently heard some rumors, have increased their employee insurance contributions from three to five. They are backed by large corporations and can afford it. But Yundao cannot.

This morning, two housekeeping ladies resigned together, saying they were going to Sanhe. A junior employee from the marketing department also submitted their resignation.

Huang Fuda started to get a headache as he thought about it. He rubbed his temples and glanced at Fang Chuan. "If you sleep in my bed every day, do you have to pay hundreds of thousands in accommodation fees?"

Fang Chuan chuckled, “The boss has money, but I don’t, so I won’t pay. But since you’re going to pay for medical expenses, you should also pay for lost wages and nutritional supplements. I can’t very well ask Yun Ge for them.”

"Want me to kick you?"

"Yes." Fang Chuan kissed Huang Fuda's hand. "I'd accept it even if you beat me to death."

Fang Chuan looked at Huang Fuda's phone for a long time before slowly leaving.

Huang Fuda picked up his phone and found that the wallpaper had been changed to a headless half-body photo of a person holding a guitar. It was obvious who the person in the photo was.

He sat quietly for a while, until Fang Chuan's voice had completely disappeared in the corridor, before taking out a voice recorder from his trouser leg.

After clicking play and listening to it once, he put away the recorder and the other items in the file folder in the drawer, then called his assistant, Li, and asked her to personally deliver it to Lawyer He.

After making these arrangements, he called Captain Wang again, but no one answered. Several hours later, Captain Wang called him back.

Is it convenient for Brother Wang to be around right now?

"It's convenient, you tell me."

"I heard that someone was beaten to death by Beihong Real Estate a few days ago. Has that case been closed?"

"It's considered closed. The victim's family had been demanding an autopsy, but the hospital accidentally sent the body for cremation today, and now there's nothing left."

Huang Fuda breathed a sigh of relief. If the case was closed, Bao Rongxiang wouldn't bother Uncle Yang anymore. It's just that Bao Rongxiang is petty and vengeful; being kicked out of PPP would definitely make him resentful. But that didn't matter; let him retaliate against whomever he wanted, it had nothing to do with him.

The next day, Yunquanhui, which was half-renovated, resumed normal business. Although there were few people and little money, there was still some income. However, the rumors that Yundao couldn't afford to pay wages were getting worse, and even Xiao Zhang asked him about it when he brought him lunch.

"Salaries will be paid normally."

Huang Fuda had no idea where the money would come from. Fortunately, the person who hit him last time was genuinely wealthy. They paid nearly a million yuan in compensation, instantly relieving his immediate financial crisis.

Fang Chuan arrived that morning. Huang Fuda knew why he was coming, but he didn't expect him to be so impatient that he couldn't wait all morning.

Fang Chuan told Cheng Cheng to leave, then looked at him and said, "You want to unilaterally terminate the contract?"

"Yes, Tiancheng should have received the summons by now."

"It's only been a few days? The delivery date is still far away, and it hasn't affected your project progress at all. You know all that. Besides, you should have consulted a lawyer; this shouldn't be enough to make you terminate the contract."

"yes."

Fang Chuan asked, puzzled, "Then why are you doing this all of a sudden?"

Huang Fuda looked up, tapping his fingers on the table. "Can't I do anything? You should have told me in advance. Or just let me sell Cloud Island and lock myself in the house so I can't go anywhere."

“…That’s not what I meant. I didn’t intend to imprison you either.” Fang Chuan sighed. “Fine, do whatever you want, it won’t change anything anyway.”

Fang Chuan glanced at the cast on Huang Fuda's hand and changed the subject: "The cast on your hand can be removed now. When are you planning to go? I'll go with you."

"I'm going this afternoon, Xiao Zhang will be with me, you don't need to come."

Fang Chuan knew that Huang Fuda didn't really want to see him. Ever since Huang Fuda woke up, he had been intentionally or unintentionally avoiding him. He even stopped eating the meals Fang Chuan cooked, having his subordinates buy lunch and having the caregiver cook dinner for him.

Fang Chuan was very angry, but he didn't dare to vent his anger on the patient. Huang Fuda's fainting last time had really scared him.

He felt frustrated as much as he had done, but he had already gone to such lengths, so he didn't expect Huang Fuda to smile and talk to him every day. As long as nothing else happened to him, he was fine with it.

However, there are some things he can go along with, but things related to the hospital are absolutely not. He needs to see it with his own eyes to feel at ease.

Pick up Huang Fuda's phone, find Xiao Zhang's number, and dial it.

He leaned down and whispered in Huang Fuda's ear, "I'll go with you this afternoon. Tell Brother Zhang not to follow me."

Looking at Fang Chuan's unyielding gaze, Huang Fuda felt a wave of powerlessness and said into the phone, "Xiao Zhang, you don't need to come with me to the hospital this afternoon."

Fang Chuan smiled after hearing this, and without waiting for Xiao Zhang's reply, he hung up the phone for him. Then, he gently and restrainedly kissed Huang Fuda on the corner of his mouth.

"Once the cast is removed, Cheng Cheng won't be needed anymore, right?"

"My leg will take another two months to heal, and I need his help."

Fang Chuan forced a smile and said, "Okay, I was inconsiderate."

The cast was removed quickly, and Fang Chuan was even happier than the person whose hand was now intact.

He held the arm and said, "Please don't let anything else happen... I'll go to the temple to get you a good luck charm in a bit. Keep it with you and don't lose it."

Seeing this, Huang Fuda lowered his eyes and looked away.

Fang Chuan obtained a peace charm and also ran into the young Taoist priest again. The young priest asked, "Did your friend go bankrupt?"

"Soon," Fang Chuan said with a smile.

After carefully placing the amulet close to Huang Fuda's body, a few days passed uneventfully until the court hearing was scheduled.

The lawyers on both sides argued fiercely, but Tiancheng Construction had the upper hand overall until a recording surfaced.

"I need to die knowing why. The idea of ​​deliberately disrupting the Yunquanhui project was just yours when we first came down the mountain. President Wu's involvement only became clear after she stopped sending flowers, right?"

"yes."】

Fang Chuan listened to the recording in silence, then looked at Huang Fuda across from him. He then requested a recess.

"Mr. Fang, there was no mention of a recording beforehand."

Fang Chuan gave a forced smile and said to his lawyer, "If I knew, would I not tell you?"

"...Is that recording real?"

"yes."

The lawyer frowned. "That's troublesome. It's tantamount to admitting to maliciously interfering with the progress. You'll have to tell me the whole story in detail."

Fang Chuan glanced at Huang Fuda across from him. His boss, Mr. Huang, had his hands folded over his chin, and a slight smile played on his lips. He looked to be in a very good mood.

Fang Chuan stared at it intently for a long time, then lowered his head and smiled. He avoided mentioning the video and recounted the events from the moment the first contract was signed.

"So you two are in a romantic relationship?"

"……yes."

The lawyer paused for a moment, then said, "That makes things easier. I can steer the discussion around the emotional dispute and turn it into a private settlement."

This lawyer was employed by Tiancheng, so he specifically asked, "Mr. Fang, are you sure you want to go public with your same-sex relationship?"

"public."

After the court recess, Tiancheng's lawyer seized on the couple's romantic relationship, turning a commercial contract dispute into a personal emotional one. Those present kept glancing between Fang Chuan and Huang Fuda, and whispering amongst themselves.

Gossip is much more interesting than these boring contract disputes. Lovers are going to court, and they're even homosexual lovers. One of them is the good son of General Manager Wu of Tiancheng, and the other is a dog with a notorious reputation in the Yun family.

The news spread quickly from the courtroom and became the talk of the town among the business owners.

The contract issue was ultimately settled privately between the two. Fang Chuan said that construction would start immediately, but Huang Fuda did not trust him.

His boss Huang's smile in court was fleeting, vanishing as quickly as it appeared. Fang Chuan watched from afar as the driver helped him into the car and drove away.

Fang Chuan knew why his mother had called so many times, but he didn't want to go back right now. He went to Yun Island with Huang Fuda in his car. His boss, Huang, unusually didn't go to his office but went into his suite.

Fang Chuan took the card Huang Fuda gave him and went inside.

He was drinking alone, feeling down.

Fang Chuan took his wine glass, put it aside, then leaned on the table, tilted his head and rested it on his arm, watching his boss, Mr. Huang.

His boss, Mr. Huang, had his head down, and his expression was unreadable.

Fang Chuan asked with concern, "Aren't you tired after all this trouble?"

Mr. Huang gave an irrelevant answer, "Fang Chuan, do you know what a roly-poly toy is?"

"Know."

"He can't stand up, but he can't fall down either. Everyone wants to push him so they can see him stagger around, get bruised and battered, and look like a joke. Whose fault is this? Is it the fault of the roly-poly toy?"

Fang Chuan opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

"But why did you push me too? You like me, right? Does liking someone mean you have to treat me like this?"

Fang Chuan didn't want to look at his face, so he buried his head on the table and said in a muffled voice, "I will be good to you, I will be better to you than anyone else."

Huang Fuda chuckled as he looked at Fang Chuan, who didn't even dare to lift his head. He picked up his wine glass and continued drinking until he was dizzy. Then Fang Chuan carried him back to bed.

He grabbed Fang Chuan's hand, preventing him from leaving, his dark eyes shining as he looked at Fang Chuan with a puzzled expression.

How could you do this to me?

"Don't you like me?"

"Fang Chuan, how have I ever wronged you..."

"I can't reciprocate your feelings, so I didn't want it. Why are you forcing it on me?"

Fang Chuan lowered his head, looked at the drunk man, and softly asked, "Huang Fuda, did you ever like me?"

Huang Fuda gasped for breath, continuing to repeat the same sentence over and over.

"How could you do this to me..."

"How could you do this to me too..."

Fang Chuan waited for a long time without getting an answer, and then gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"It's okay, it's enough that I like you." He kissed Huang Fuda's eyes and then gently touched Huang Fuda's lips.

Huang Fuda carefully examined the person in front of him, then patted Fang Chuan's head, put his arm around him, and voluntarily opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.

Fang Chuan opened his eyes wide, dared not move, and swallowed carefully, afraid of waking the person.

There was no deliberate perfunctoriness, nor was it a performance of superb acting skills. This was a beautiful dream that Fang Chuan never dared to imagine.