Are you looking for death?

Huang Fuda looked into Lin Fengxiao's eyes, which were so close to his own, so dark and deep, like a whirlpool that was about to suck him in.

He sat back for a moment, thought for a moment, and said, "He came with Miss Chen this time, and he brought the child with him. Fang Chuan is not the kind of person who would cheat on someone."

Lin Fengxiao leaned closer again and whispered, "How do you know he won't cheat on you? I told you years ago that he's not a good person."

"Think back to what he did back then."

"Threatening you, coercing you."

"I'll make you lose everything."

Huang Fuda pressed his head and said in a low voice, "It's not entirely his fault. Even without him, I wouldn't have lasted long after the Yun family fell. Also, Feng Xiao, I don't want to talk about the past, and you shouldn't either. I don't want to hear it."

Lin Fengxiao smiled gently, his mouth never stopping.

"Honey, are you protecting him? Even if you went bankrupt without his help, wouldn't you still have at least seven-tenths of it?"

Huang Fuda's head ached even more. He had finally let go of the past and started a new life, and he really didn't want to keep reliving it.

He frowned and reiterated, "I don't want to hear it, stop talking."

"What are you deceiving yourself about?" Lin Fengxiao looked at him and said gently, "Or are you saying you don't want this family anymore, and you want to have an affair?"

Huang Fuda immediately retorted in a deep voice, "Lin Fengxiao, I didn't intend to cheat!"

Lin Fengxiao crossed his arms and looked at him leisurely, saying, "Then prove it to me."

The room was unusually quiet. Huang Fuda felt dizzy and couldn't help but start to reflect: Had he really made a mistake? And which step had gone wrong?

She shouldn't have eaten with Fang Chuan, shouldn't have given Fang Chuan her contact information, shouldn't have gone to the yacht with Fang Chuan, shouldn't have been unable to say no to Chen Qing when she looked at her, shouldn't have answered the phone, and shouldn't have told Lin Fengxiao that Fang Chuan was on the other end of the line.

It's wrong to maintain contact with an ex after starting a family, or even let the ex come to your home.

He climbed to the head of the bed, found the medicine, and put it in his mouth. Then he lay flat on the bed, covered his eyes with his forearm, and silently waited until he calmed down before saying to Lin Fengxiao, "...I'm sorry."

Lin Fengxiao smiled, lowered his arms, and considerately hugged the person.

"It's okay, I don't blame you, it's all his fault."

In the pitch-black night, in a house somewhere in distant Luozhou, Fang Chuan sat leisurely on the sofa, holding a cat. The living room lights were dim, and a low, melodious love song was playing from the stereo.

He picked up the cat and asked it, "Mimi, which city does your owner like? And where should I settle him in the future?"

“The place he’s living in now is definitely not good enough, it’s a bit too small. Let’s buy him a place with a swimming pool and a small yard, so you can run around in the yard.”

"If only you two could turn into humans, your master really loves children. If I could give birth, I could have ten or eight of them and tie them up tightly."

“That deadpan guy has one, and this Lin something-or-other has one too, but I don’t have one. How about I borrow Chen Qing’s child?”

Annoyed by the questions, the cat struggled to run away. Fang Chuan raised his hand to his lips and whistled. Then the dog ran over excitedly and climbed onto Fang Chuan's lap.

Fang Chuan picked the dog up again and asked, "They must be arguing right now. They're angry with each other, so angry that they're sleeping in separate rooms, and they still have to pretend they're getting along well when they come to dinner with me tomorrow."

"But is that Lin guy, who's so poor, able to sleep in a second bedroom?"

Woof!

Fang Chuan nodded in satisfaction.

“Good dog, let me ask you again, which watch should I wear tomorrow? Too fancy and he might not recognize it, too cheap and it'll be beneath me. And the car keys? Even though I'm not driving this time, I need to bring the keys. He might not recognize the watch, but he'll definitely recognize the car. Look at his vain face, putting up with a huge car loan just to buy a nice car…”

"...The car is a piece of junk. Your owner probably can't even stretch his legs out inside, it's really unfair to him."

Woof!

Fang Chuan put the dog down, rewarded it with a piece of freeze-dried fruit, then stretched lazily and hummed a song as he walked to the full-length mirror.

He took off his shirt, tightened his abdominal muscles, and looked himself over from all sides, muttering to himself, "Is my waist a little too thick..."

Fang Chuan was indeed on a business trip. He met with a client in the morning, then went back to the hotel to change out of his suit into lighter-colored, more youthful casual wear. Huang Fuda liked seeing him dressed so brightly.

Outside, the sun shone brightly, and a gentle breeze rustled the trees. Fang Chuan looked out at the clear sky through the gaps in the trees, feeling quite pleased. Tall and elegant, he politely declined the advances of two passersby before getting into his car.

The location was a rather elegant private Sichuan restaurant in the mall. Fang Chuan twirled his car keys, walked briskly to the two of them, placed the car keys in a conspicuous place on the table, and sat down.

Seeing that Huang Fuda's eyes were bluish and his complexion was not good, Fang Chuan guessed that the two must have argued until midnight last night, which made him even happier.

He looked at Huang Fuda with a smile and said, "It's been a long time."

Huang Fuda handed the menu to Fang Chuan, "Are you hungry? Take a look and see what you want to eat."

Fang Chuan took the menu, his gaze sweeping over Huang Fuda's long-sleeved shirt. It's July, over 30 degrees Celsius outside, why is he wearing long sleeves?

Lin Fengxiao was dressed much more lightly than the other two, with a wide neckline that revealed several deep teeth marks. He had an honest and approachable look on his face, smiling at Fang Chuan.

The man surnamed Lin spoke up, "I don't know if you can get used to the food here. My wife took half a year to adjust."

Fang Chuan smiled and said, "My company is busy, I travel all over the country, and I can eat any kind of food. Unlike Dr. Lin."

"Dr. Lin looks quite young, is he in his forties?"

Lin Fengxiao gave a forced smile, "I'm 36. Fang Chuan, you're the one who looks young, like you're seventeen or eighteen and not even an adult yet."

"Oh my, Dr. Lin, you really know how to talk. Seventeen or eighteen is great, who doesn't like being young?"

Fang Chuan looked at Huang Fuda with a smile and asked, "Don't you think so?"

Huang Fuda tapped the menu and said calmly, "Let's order."

Fang Chuan obediently lowered his head and ordered a few dishes that didn't look too spicy; these were for Huang Fuda.

Huang Fuda has a bad stomach and can't eat very spicy food.

The Sichuan restaurant served authentic dishes, and Fang Chuan enjoyed his meal immensely. He glanced at Huang Fuda and noticed that Huang was still only picking out the less spicy dishes, his lips bright red.

Fang Chuan lowered his eyes, eating and chatting casually. He changed the subject and said to Huang Fuda, "I told you before that I would give you a few hotels, but you didn't want them. But after thinking about it, I realized I'm not short of money. I can let you open them first, and you can open them whenever you want."

Lin Fengxiao picked up a piece of spicy chicken with his chopsticks and then asked with a smile, "President Fang is so generous, darling, why didn't you tell me?"

Wearing too many clothes made it stuffy and hot, and the food was spicy. Huang Fuda took a sip of ice water and turned to Lin Fengxiao, saying, "It's too expensive. I didn't accept it, so I didn't tell you."

Lin Fengxiao wiped Huang Fuda's sweat with a tissue, then put his hand on the buttons on his collar, "Unbutton them, it's so hot."

Huang Fuda grabbed the hand that was unbuttoning the shirt and said, "It's not hot, you don't need to unbutton it."

“He’s shy.” Lin Fengxiao smiled at Fang Chuan. “We went a little too far last night, and he’s embarrassed. But why should he be shy with you? We’re old friends. I told him to change into a short-sleeved shirt before we came, but he refused.”

Fang Chuan gripped his chopsticks tightly, remaining silent. Then, amidst the struggle between the two men opposite him, he noticed a thin ligature mark on Huang Fuda's neck.

His gaze then shifted to Huang Fuda's long sleeves, and what lay beneath them was self-evident.

Snap!

Fang Chuan slammed his chopsticks on the table and said calmly, "I'm done eating."

Huang Fuda pulled down his collar, glared at Lin Fengxiao, and then got up to pay the bill.

After everyone had walked away, Fang Chuan looked at Lin Fengxiao with a gloomy face and said, "He doesn't like these things, didn't you know that?"

"I know, I've tried many times before, but he always disagreed. I have to thank you for your phone call yesterday."

Lin Fengxiao smiled gently, "It probably hurts a bit. The child is next door and you can't make a sound. Look how you bit me last night."

Fang Chuan suddenly grabbed his collar and said fiercely, "You surnamed Lin, are you looking for death?"

"Why are you in such a hurry about our marriage? You're married now, so don't bother him. We're living a very good life together."

Fang Chuan let go of him, finding it amusing. He twirled the car keys and asked, "Do you know what kind of life he used to live? One of his mattresses could buy three of your houses, and one of his suits was several years' salary for you. When he was walking around the house every day, didn't you ever feel that your shabby home was unworthy of him?"

“Even if I’m not good enough for him, he’s still willing to be with me, unlike some people who have tens of millions of dollars to give away and nobody wants them.”

Fang Chuan couldn't help but chuckle. He lifted his eyelids to look at Lin Fengxiao and said sarcastically, "Lin Fengxiao, if I gave you these tens of millions right now and made you disappear from Huang Fuda's side immediately, you'd probably have to kneel here and kowtow to thank me."

"Anyone can talk big," Lin Fengxiao sneered.

Fang Chuan tossed the car keys back onto the table, leaned back leisurely, tapped his fingers on the surface, raised his chin, and said, "I never talk big. Right now, in front of everyone in the store, kneel down and kowtow to me ten times, and this car is yours."

Fang Chuan added another sentence.

"It's worth six million."

The atmosphere in the restaurant was lively, as if it had isolated this table from the world. Lin Fengxiao looked at the car keys, then at Fang Chuan's smug face, and fell silent.

Huang Fuda hadn't returned yet, and Fang Chuan found Lin Fengxiao an eyesore. He was getting restless and was about to get up to check on him when Lin Fengxiao's phone rang.

Lin Fengxiao picked it up and glanced at it, then suddenly smiled. He said to Fang Chuan, "My wife is already waiting for me in the car. Please excuse me. I hope we will never meet again."

He put his phone in his pocket and walked towards the underground parking lot. From a distance, he saw Huang Fuda sitting in the white SUV. He put the earlier incident behind him, smiled slightly, and walked to the passenger side to hug the man. However, as soon as he opened the car door, he was slapped by Huang Fuda.

Are you angry?

Lin Fengxiao touched his burning cheek, looked at Huang Fuda who was full of anger, and smiled gently, "Which one are you angry about, the matter from last night, or the matter from this afternoon?"

“It was around noon today,” he said, his gaze shifting to the hand Huang Fuda had used to slap him. “This is the first time you’ve hit me, all because of that Fang Chuan.”

The air conditioning was on in the car. Huang Fuda squinted and leaned back in his seat, arms crossed over his chest. His collar was unbuttoned and his sleeves were rolled up, revealing bruises all over his arms, a shocking sight.

"This is what you deserve, not because of Fang Chuan."

Lin Fengxiao burst out laughing.

"I'll just ask you one question: if Fang Chuan wasn't sitting across from you today, would you have worn long sleeves out?"

"..." Huang Fuda looked away without saying a word.

Seeing this, Lin Fengxiao closed the passenger door, sat in the driver's seat, and calmly said, "Since that's the case, what reason do you have to be angry?"

"Huang Fuda, you have no right to be angry with me. I won't hold this slap against you, but you'd better think carefully about whether you want this family or to be kept by Fang Chuan as his mistress."

Huang Fuda lowered his eyes and looked at his numb hands.

“We’ve known each other for five years and been together for two. We’re familiar enough with each other by now. You should know that if you hadn’t grabbed the phone last night and agreed to take him to dinner, I wouldn’t have gone to see him at all.”

Lin Fengxiao smiled at him, placed her hand on Huang Fuda's chest, and pressed it.

“Honey, I’m your therapist. It’s been five years. I know you better than you know yourself. You won’t go now, but you’re completely unable to resist Fang Chuan’s persistent pleading.”

He moved his hand up and pulled Huang Fuda's collar down a little further, revealing the ligature mark. "Consider today's incident a lesson for you. You'd better get rid of those messy thoughts in your head."

Huang Fuda slapped his hand away and frowned, saying, "I didn't have any other intentions!"

A silence fell over the car. The air conditioning grew stronger, but the car still didn't start.

Lin Fengxiao had been watching him quietly, then suddenly smiled gently and said, "That's for the best. Let's turn the page on this today. I'll take you home first, then to the hospital. Take your medicine and get some rest."

Halfway through the drive, Lin Fengxiao suddenly said again:

"Forget it, I'll just take you upstairs. You've been having nightmares lately, and I won't feel at ease unless I see you taking your medicine and falling asleep."