Demon King

Fang Chuan compromised, promising Huang Fuda that he would give him a share after he was discharged from the hospital. Then he asked, "You said yesterday that you didn't want me to get hurt. Are you only concerned about my physical health? Aren't you going to take care of my emotional well-being?"

Huang Fuda hung his coat on the hanger, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and took a book from the small bookshelf to fan himself.

"How do you want me to manage this?"

The sky outside the window was a clear blue, suggesting it was quite hot. Fang Chuan picked up the air conditioner remote and turned the temperature down a bit. He wondered where his boss, Huang, had come from, dressed so warmly and smelling slightly of alcohol. Looking at Huang Fuda, who had unbuttoned two buttons of his collar, he said with a wandering gaze, "Say something nice."

"What sounds nice?" Huang Fuda thought to himself as he picked up the remote and turned up the temperature, making sure Fang Chuan didn't catch a cold. He said, "You are young and promising, and successful in your career."

Tsk... this career-obsessed guy.

"Don't talk about work, I have a headache. Let's change the subject. Also, boss, if you're hot, you can take off your shirt. No one will just walk into my ward."

Huang Fuda unbuttoned another button, then sat down on the edge of Fang Chuan's bed and said, "What kind of appearance is this, all naked? Do you think this is home?"

"I never see you taking your clothes off at home..."

"One person at home who's always shirtless is enough." Huang Fuda stuffed the washed blueberries into Fang Chuan's mouth, and then his wrist was grabbed again.

Fang Chuan kept saying that his hands were weak and clumsy, unable to hold chopsticks or bowls, but he was very good at grabbing people's hands. He stroked Huang Fuda's wrist with his fingertips, his eyes full of affection.

"Is it not pretty? It must be not pretty, otherwise why do you always turn your head away as soon as you see it at home, without even looking at it?"

Huang Fuda stuffed a blueberry into his mouth and said honestly, "It looks good."

Fang Chuan laughed, his eyes crinkling with amusement, but before he could speak, Huang Fuda added, "Like a peacock spreading its tail feathers."

With his eyebrows drooping, Fang Chuan lay on the hospital bed, looking pitiful. He didn't say anything, just looked at him resentfully until Huang Fuda couldn't help but resignedly say nice things to coax him.

"I was just complimenting your figure."

"What do you like most about me?"

"Your waist, your waist is beautiful."

Fang Chuan slowly intertwined his fingers with Huang Fuda's along his wrist, then lifted his eyelids and asked, "Is it just for looks? Isn't it useful?"

"It works well," Huang Fuda laughed. "It's very soft."

Fang Chuan took Huang Fuda's hand into his mouth and bit it. "And it's still strong, isn't it?"

Huang Fuda withdrew his hand and said in agreement, "Yes, you're very strong. But no matter how strong you are, it's useless. You'll have to lie in bed for at least another half month."

"Damn Lin Fengxiao!" Fang Chuan cursed inwardly, but on the surface he started to coax Huang Fuda, saying that he couldn't satisfy his cravings for hands or eyes, that he ate bland food and lived a life of asceticism like a monk, but someone was preventing him from having his way. He said that it was all a lie to say that he didn't want Huang Fuda to get hurt. He was feeling terrible right now, and his wound was already hurting, but now it hurt even more. His words were full of unreasonable accusations.

Helpless, Huang Fuda grabbed his hand and placed it on his chest, letting him touch it as much as he wanted. He added, "You can't have too many emotional ups and downs. I'm afraid you'll get a nosebleed if you get too worked up. Once you're better, you can do whatever you want."

Hearing this, Fang Chuan's heart stopped aching, his hands regained their strength, and his eyes shone with longing for a bright future. He became more audacious, asking cheekily, "Then can you spread your legs for me to see when the time comes? I also want to see you wear a bra chain. I bought it a long time ago, but I dare not tell you. I also want nipple clamps. Yours are big, and they'll look really good when they move..."

His hand was pushed away, and Huang Fuda's face turned ashen. He stood up and said he would prepare dinner for him.

That evening, Fang Chuan ate a paste made from bitter melon and various other foods. He ate while crying, and reluctantly finished it all under Huang Fuda's watchful gaze.

General Wu would occasionally fly over to visit Fang Chuan. If he and Huang Fuda bumped into each other in the ward, Huang Fuda would go out to avoid them. Huang Fuda never asked what they talked about. That day, after General Wu left, Fang Chuan said to Huang Fuda, "You don't need to always hide out. It's unnecessary."

"It's not appropriate for me to be here while you and your son are talking."

“That's fine. She won't interfere anymore. My dad left her two little devils, which wore down her temper. So it's because I was too obedient when I was young and didn't cause any trouble.”

Huang Fuda raised an eyebrow and chuckled, saying, "I didn't realize you were so obedient. You're the one who's like a devil."

Upon hearing this, Fang Chuan immediately clutched his chest dramatically, exclaiming loudly that he was heartbroken and about to cry. Huang Fuda laughed, while Fang Chuan hummed along and secretly glanced at him, his eyes full of tenderness.

His health is improving, and he is gradually able to get out of bed and stand up from being covered in tubes. His face is also regaining color, whereas it was deathly pale a while ago.

Fang Chuan was still weak. Huang Fuda helped him stand by the bed, and he leaned against Huang Fuda. Huang Fuda hugged him and asked with concern, "Are you tired? Or did you aggravate your wound?"

"I'm a little tired, can you hold me for a while?" Fang Chuan hugged him, buried his face in Huang Fuda's neck, and rubbed against him contentedly.

Fang Chuan's nose felt cool, and Huang Fuda felt extremely sorry for him. He hugged Fang Chuan and gently stroked his head, saying, "If you're tired, go to bed and rest for a while. It's only been a few days, take it slow."

Sitting on the bed, Fang Chuan still wouldn't let go, pitifully saying he was in pain and wanted something sweet. Huang Fuda readily agreed, and then Fang Chuan took his lower lip into his mouth. Fang Chuan gently bit down, his eyelids slightly raised, carefully observing Huang Fuda's reaction. Seeing that Huang Fuda didn't resist, he became even more audacious.

After the kiss, she collapsed onto Huang Fuda's shoulder, smiling as she said, "Boss, your lips are like taffy."

Huang Fuda gently laid the person down on the bed again, and covered them tightly with the blanket. "If you want some gummy candies, I'll have someone buy you some."

"I only want to eat yours."

Huang Fuda sighed, “Patients should stop thinking about these unnecessary things.”

Fang Chuan reluctantly gave an "oh," and the next day, as usual, he would find an opportunity to snuggle into Huang Fuda's arms, insisting on holding him close for a while. Huang Fuda let him be, afraid that he might be upset in the slightest.

Huang Fuda began to get involved in more company affairs. He had been in charge of Yun Island for nearly ten years. He was experienced in doing things and had his own way of dealing with people. The voices that were originally dissatisfied also dissipated.

There was a small shareholders' meeting that day, and seeing that it wouldn't finish until 11:30, he didn't cook himself but instead instructed the nutritionist to prepare. He drove the meeting in his car and then drove all the way to Fang Chuan's private hospital room.

She placed the meal on Fang Chuan's small table, gestured for the caregiver to feed him, and then turned her back to Fang Chuan to sit on the sofa by the window to continue her meeting. When she turned back after the meeting, she saw Fang Chuan lying on the bed with his eyes closed, the food on the small table untouched.

Huang Fuda first said to the caregiver, "Thank you for your hard work. I'll be here all afternoon, so you don't need to stay with me all the time. Go and rest."

After saying that, she put the food back in the microwave, then went to Fang Chuan's bedside and coaxed, "What's wrong with our CEO Fang?"

"I'm practically your boss, yet you're busier than me."

“The other shareholders are all here, and it wouldn’t be right for me, a new small shareholder, not to attend.” Huang Fuda held Fang Chuan’s hand, his words extremely gentle. He glanced at Fang Chuan’s still-closed eyes, then touched Fang Chuan’s eyelids and asked, “You really don’t want to see me? Then I’ll be leaving.”

"You dare!"

Fang Chuan opened his eyes, clearly still angry. Huang Fuda didn't dare let him get any angrier, so he could only continue to coax him: "I was just kidding. I've been thinking about you all morning, how could I possibly leave?" After saying that, he leaned in and kissed Fang Chuan's forehead.

"The mouth too."

Huang Fuda kissed Fang Chuan's lips again, and Fang Chuan finally calmed down.

bite--

The food was heated up. Huang Fuda brought the dishes over, blew on them to cool them down, and fed them to Fang Chuan bite by bite. Only after Fang Chuan had finished eating did he begin to eat himself.

Fang Chuan leaned against the hospital bed, regretting his actions again. His boss was already exhausted from running around, how could he have acted like this? But he just couldn't control himself; he hated anything that distracted Huang Fuda. Before he got sick, he could control himself, but after he fell ill, Huang Fuda's constant compliance with him brought out his bad temper again.

"boss."

"Um?"

Fang Chuan lowered his head and said softly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you."

Huang Fuda laughed out loud, looked at him indulgently, and said, "I'm not angry."

"real?"

"Really." Like a cat throwing a tantrum, it might accidentally bite you and then come over and lick you. How could you possibly get angry? He continued, "You're sick. If you're unhappy, just say it. That way you'll get better faster."

Okay. Are you really going to be here all afternoon?

"real."

Fang Chuan instantly became happy. Huang Fuda saw this and sighed inwardly. The doctor had said that Fang Chuan's emotions shouldn't fluctuate too much, but he still managed to upset him today.

That night, Huang Fuda even offered to stay in the bed with Fang Chuan again. The bed next to them was actually quite large, even a double bed, but Fang Chuan refused and forced Huang Fuda to go home. Back home, he still insisted on a video call, saying he wanted to see his two "grandfathers," but really he just wanted to hear Huang Fuda's voice more.

After hanging up the video call, Fang Chuan asked his assistant which person was having a small shareholders' meeting today, and then secretly made a note of that person.

After a full month of recuperation, Fang Chuan was finally discharged from the hospital. Looking at his familiar home, he finally felt a sense of returning to reality; he hadn't felt at ease staying in the hospital.

He worked from home and even had Huang Fuda work from home to keep him company. Huang Fuda stopped indulging him and started working normally, though he would still occasionally come home smelling of alcohol. Fang Chuan was at a loss; he himself was practically a patient, so he could only secretly instruct his subordinates to try to allocate as much of Huang Fuda's time as possible to him.

Huang Fuda hired a rehabilitation nutritionist to come to his home to look after Fang Chuan and cook for him every day. Fang Chuan disagreed; Huang Fuda didn't like having outsiders in his house. His assistant rarely came, and suddenly having a grown man around all day would make his boss feel extremely awkward.

But his objections were in vain. Huang Fuda couldn't always be home, and he was worried about leaving his son alone at home, so he endured it no matter how awkward it was. All he did was change the sheets and wipe the bathtub once a day.

The worst part was at night. Huang Fuda wouldn't sleep in the same bed with him anymore, saying that he was a restless sleeper and might press on Fang Chuan's wound. He slept alone in the guest room.

Fang Chuan leaned against the door frame and looked at him, saying with utter despair, "I'm really not that fragile. Come back and sleep. It's been days, and I can't sleep without you."

"You slept well every day while you were in the hospital, didn't you? Listen to me, wait until you feel better."

"How long will it take for it to get a little better?"

Huang Fuda leaned against the headboard and said, "The doctor said it will take at least two more months for your wound to fully heal. You're not injured anywhere else, so we can't be careless."

Fang Chuan couldn't stand it any longer. He immediately walked unsteadily to the bedside and leaned on Huang Fuda. "I feel unwell. My heart is upset. You can't make me angry like this."

"Be good, listen to me, it's already 9 o'clock, it's time for you to go to bed, you need to rest more."

Fang Chuan clung to Huang Fuda's lips, refusing to leave. Huang Fuda had to coax him for a long time before finally carrying him back to the master bedroom.

When she woke up the next day, she found someone in her arms. That brat, he actually sneaked in in the middle of the night!