Boss, open your eyes.

Huang Fuda rubbed his face against the bed sheet, sweat dampening a small patch around him. He forced his knees to stay on the bed, knowing that if he lost his footing, Fang Chuan would prop him up again.

He didn't know how much time had passed. His hands and feet were cold and numb, as if they were trapped in an ice cave. Yet inside, it felt like a furnace, burning so intensely that his reason and consciousness seemed to float away from his head.

Fang Chuan gripped Huang Fuda's waist with one hand, while holding his phone in front of him with the other, meticulously filming how he moved, how his muscles trembled, and how his waist slowly slumped. After filming the back enough, he turned Huang Fuda over and recorded all the marks from bottom to top onto his phone. Finally, he aimed the phone at Huang Fuda's face and brushed aside his hair.

"Boss, open your eyes."

Huang Fuda slowly opened his eyes from the chaos, and the first thing he saw was Fang Chuan's phone held close to his face.

He regained his senses, his eyes instantly turning fierce, and asked in a deep voice, "Fang Chuan, what are you doing?"

Fang Chuan put the phone away and reached out to untie Huang Fuda's body. "When I watched TV shows and read novels before, I always thought it was ridiculous that they used this kind of thing to threaten people. It was old-fashioned and tasteless. But when I actually used it, I found that this thing was really good. Although it's not very ethical, I don't need to talk about ethics with you."

The thought that Huang Fuda would have to obey him because of this leverage made Fang Chuan feel happy. He quickly threw the belt aside, sat down next to Huang Fuda, put the leg that was purplish from being constricted on his body, and gently massaged it to help it recover.

Yu Xiangyang, Zhang Xiangyang, Wang Xiangyang—get the hell out of here! And you, Huang Fuda, stop giving me that cold look. I want you to smile at me every day. Don't like what I do? From now on, you'll have to like it even if you don't want to.

He was overjoyed, almost humming a song with delight. He glanced triumphantly at Huang Fuda, only to see that Huang Fuda's eyes held only anger, without a trace of fear.

“Fang Chuan, I don’t care about any of this. Whether I’m wearing clothes or not, who I’m with or what position I’m in, it’s all the same to them. I can even personally show them these photos and videos for their amusement. You think you can use this to threaten me? You think too highly of yourself and me.”

Fang Chuan seemed to have been doused with cold water. He opened his eyes wide, stopped massaging, and said, "How can you be so shameless?"

"Who exactly is shameless?" Huang Fuda said calmly.

Fang Chuan's heart grew colder with Huang Fuda's words, and he felt completely lost. He didn't care about this; if this was useless, then what was useful?

It's over, completely over.

His anger turned into resentment, his eyes instantly reddened, and tears welled up and fell onto Huang Fuda's legs.

Huang Fuda was completely stunned when he saw him crying.

How dare you cry?

Huang Fuda regained some strength and tried to sit up, but halfway up, his arms gave way and he collapsed. He ordered the person who was standing there, stunned and shedding tears, "Help me up."

Fang Chuan wiped away his tears, his nose and eyes were all red, and with a strong pull, he helped Huang Fuda sit up, then hugged him like a koala.

"Then what do you want me to do? What else can I do? All I want is for you to be with me. Can't you even grant me that small request? Why can you have anyone else but me?"

Tears welled up again, hot and scalding, falling onto Huang Fuda's chest.

"Fang Chuan...you can exchange it for something else."

Fang Chuan remained silent, thinking but unable to come up with an answer.

Seeing him like this, Huang Fuda's heart sank. He placed his hand weakly on Fang Chuan's head and called out, "Fang Chuan."

The person in his heart looked up at him, their eyes red, looking extremely pitiful.

"You like me."

Fang Chuan looked at him blankly, "I don't know."

Huang Fuda continued, "I can agree to sleep with you as long as it doesn't affect my work. But since you like me, that's not fair. I can't sleep with only you."

Fang Chuan lowered his eyes, his expression unreadable: "Is it that you can't do it, or that you don't want to do it?"

“…I can’t do it.” Huang Fuda looked into the distance.

"Heh, do you think anyone can force you to do this?" Fang Chuan scoffed, but immediately realized something. He got up and knelt down next to Huang Fuda, hurriedly saying, "I was just furious today. There will never be a next time."

"It doesn't matter if it happens again or not. I won't use the same trick on you twice. You just need to figure out what you want to exchange the video for."

Looking at Huang Fuda's serious face, Fang Chuan gradually calmed down: "Maybe I really like you. I can't sleep with you and pretend I don't see you messing around outside. I can't be as magnanimous as my mother."

After he finished speaking about Fang's mother, he paused to observe Huang Fuda's reaction. Seeing that Huang was not surprised at all, he concluded that Yu Xiangyang had already told him about the Fang family's situation.

Fang Chuan wasn't angry when he found out; in fact, he felt much relieved, as if he finally had a reason to be unrestrained.

Huang Fuda, are you pitying me? If you are, then give in to me a little more.

“But I can’t stand you being too far away from me. So unless there are special circumstances, you have to spend 1 hour alone with me every day, and you have to get rid of all those lovers, whether they’re just for sleeping or to warm my bed. That’s not too much to ask, is it?”

Looking at Fang Chuan, who was asking for a small sum of money, Huang Fuda fell silent, unsure whether he should be happy or not.

Seeing that Huang Fuda was silent, Fang Chuan assumed that Huang Fuda wouldn't even agree to this, so he got anxious: "Why don't you call the police? Then you won't have a good time!"

Upon hearing that the police had been called, Huang Fuda's eyes flickered, then he looked at Fang Chuan with a half-smile: "Then I'll really call the police."

Fang Chuan was shocked and pounced on Huang Fuda. Huang Fuda was so startled by the sudden weight that he strained his back and broke out in a cold sweat. Meanwhile, the kid was still babbling on and on below.

"Please, just say yes! My request isn't unreasonable. Isn't it much better than having your video seen by others? I can give you money, definitely more than the court would order. Please, if money isn't enough, anything else is fine. Are you still angry about today? I'll let you drug me and tie me up. You can tie me up for as long as you want, and do whatever you want with me. You can slap me a couple of times, punch me a few times, I'm begging you..."

“...Get up first,” Huang Fuda said in a trembling voice.

Fang Chuan quickly got up and carefully continued to kneel down beside him.

"Any number of hours, three, four, or five, is fine, just don't let Boss Wu find out. Also,"

Fang Chuan raised his head and listened attentively.

Huang Fuda sighed and continued, "Go to the drawer in the living room and get me a plaster; I've hurt my back."

After applying the plaster, Fang Chuan sat down next to Huang Fuda, massaging the boss's shoulders and waist. When he massaged the thighs and saw the dry, red and white marks, he felt guilty. He didn't know where to look, so he could only stare at Huang Fuda's face.

"Boss, shall I help you take a bath?"

Huang Fuda tried to move his legs, but still had no strength, so he asked, "How long will the medicine last?"

"I don't remember how much I added, I'm not sure..."

Huang Fuda, feeling a bit exasperated, let him carry him to the bathroom.

The feeling of being carried in his arms was strangely familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. He was taller and at least 20 pounds heavier than Fang Chuan. Seeing how easily he carried him, he raised an eyebrow and said, "You little rascal, you're pretty strong."

Fang Chuan stopped in his tracks and coughed awkwardly. "I've practiced before."

Fang Chuan's phone rang halfway through his wash. He avoided Huang Fuda, went outside, and answered the call.

"mom."

"Xiao Chuan, it's almost 11 o'clock, why isn't he back yet? He just delivered something to a friend."

Fang Chuan glanced at the bathroom and said, "His parents were here and invited me to stay for dinner. I got distracted playing games afterward and lost track of time. I'll head back right away."

Seeing the mess on the bed, Fang Chuan quickly changed the sheets, put the soiled ones in the washing machine in the bathroom, and then squatted by the bathtub to continue bathing Huang Fuda. This time, however, he sped up the process.

"I have to go back in a bit. The sheets have been changed. You should get some sleep. If you feel unwell, just text me."

Looking at his expression, Huang Fuda asked, "Is it General Manager Wu?"

"Um."

Before leaving, Fang Chuan changed all the sofa covers and put them in the washing machine. He also placed Huang Fuda's phone next to his pillow and tucked the blanket around him.

He was just too close when tucking the blanket in, close enough to feel each other's breath. His eyes darted around, almost touching his boss's lips several times, but in the end, he did nothing.

After he left, Huang Fuda remained lying there.

Fang Chuan is still young and doesn't understand that the most important thing in negotiation is to understand each other's bottom lines.

The video must be deleted.

Before Fang Chuan discovered his own weakness.

But he kept his promise and really broke up with all those lovers. However, thinking about Yu Xiangyang's desire to find someone else, he took him to a party the next day.

The gathering was organized by a restaurant owner he had met, but he didn't know exactly who else was there. The venue was Shengsheng, a place where no serious gatherings usually took place.

Before setting off, Huang Fuda asked Yu Xiangyang if he had really thought it through. After receiving an affirmative answer, Huang Fuda did not ask any further questions.

Arriving at Shengsheng, I found myself at the familiar 8188. With a bad feeling, I pushed open the door, only to find that my premonition had come true.

Besides a few familiar bosses, there were also Yun Ge, Bao Rongxiang, the smiling manager of Shengxiang Hotel, and regional heads of Anguo Chain and Qihe Chain.

Huang Fuda suppressed his discomfort, politely smiled and greeted everyone present, then sat down at the edge of the room.

The restaurant manager saw that he was sitting so far away, so he asked him to move between himself and Yun Ge.

Logically speaking, that seat shouldn't belong to Huang Fuda. But everyone present knew that Huang Fuda was the adopted son of the Yun family, and Yun Ge was sitting in the main seat. As long as Yun Ge allowed it, no one would dare to say anything against Huang Fuda sitting in the main seat.

Not only did they have to watch Yun Ge's expression, but Huang Fuda did too. Seeing that Yun Ge didn't say anything, he knew that this meant tacit approval.

Yes, Yunger never loses face in front of outsiders.

The hostess next to Yun Ge got up and left, while Huang Fuda took her place and sat down. Yu Xiangyang, however, remained in his original position, as Huang Fuda had hinted to him with his eyes.

The smiling Buddha spoke up: "Boss Huang, it's been a long time! How's business lately?"

"Thanks to you, I can barely make ends meet."

The Laughing Buddha glanced around and said, "It's not thanks to me, it's thanks to Boss Huang himself. I can't possibly accept such good fortune."