Dirtier

After finally reaching the ninth floor, Huang Fuda supported Fang Chuan and asked him, "Fang Chuan, which room is yours? Where is your room key?"

Fang Chuan slumped his neck, his eyes barely open, with most of his weight hanging on Huang Fuda. He kept saying "13th floor" and "9th floor" in a broken and indistinct manner.

Huang Fuda asked several times but got no answer, so he started searching Fang Chuan himself. There was no room key, no cell phone, and he couldn't wake him up. Helpless, Huang Fuda put him on the bed in his room and then went to take a shower.

Halfway through my shower, a tall, slender figure was reflected in the glass door of the bathroom. It was clearly naked, with the body lines fully exposed.

There was a loud banging on the bathroom door, and the drunk man mumbled incoherently, "I want to take a shower..."

Seeing this, Huang Fuda quickly rinsed off the foam, not even drying himself properly, and opened the door while still wearing a bathrobe. Fang Chuan was no longer standing at the door; he was leaning against the wall, naked, sitting on the carpet, his eyes closed, already asleep again.

Huang Fuda stood and watched him for a while, then bent down and reached out to pick him up. Halfway up, Fang Chuan opened his eyes again, still half asleep, and struggled to get down.

"I want to take a shower..."

"Stop washing, go to bed and sleep."

"I want to take a shower." Fang Chuan pushed the other person away and wobbled barefoot towards the bathroom. Huang Fuda, afraid he would fall, watched him from the doorway as he tried to adjust the water temperature, switching between hot and cold, unable to get it right. Finally, he simply sat down on the floor, still soaking wet. Helpless, Huang Fuda pulled him up, but the man opened his eyes again at the slightest touch, looked at Huang Fuda, and said, "I stink, I want to take a shower."

Huang Fuda sighed, put the man in the bathtub, filled it with water, and served the young master a bath. After he finished, he tucked the man into the blankets and sat on the sofa. There was only one large bed in the room, and Fang Chuan was sleeping soundly on it. Huang Fuda had also drunk some wine and was a little tipsy. As he watched, he also became sleepy. He took his ID card, went to book another room, and slept until ten o'clock.

His clothes were in the same room, and he was still wearing the bathrobe from last night. Huang Fuda swiped the door open and found that Fang Chuan was already gone. Looking at the empty bed, he felt a strange sense of loss.

I sat on the bed, bored.

Where to go today?

He usually goes to the gym or the modeling agency's practice room, and it seems he should also get scalp treatments. His agent has emphasized this several times, telling him to work hard to completely blacken his hair.

After the marks on my body faded, there was another swimsuit-themed fashion show, which was recommended by the same designer from last time.

What about today?

We should rent a place; we can't keep staying in hotels. After we find a place, we'll go back to Lin Fengxiao's house and move all our things out.

Huang Fuda took out his phone, intending to look at houses. Lin Fengxiao made several more calls, and he was bombarded with WeChat messages and text messages, which he deleted. Just after deleting them, Lin Fengxiao called again, and Huang Fuda answered it casually.

"Lin Fengxiao, we're both adults, do I have to block you?"

"...We've been together for so long, won't you even give me one chance?"

Huang Fuda said coldly, "You've been lying to me for three years. If I hadn't found out, how long did you plan to lie to me?"

“I’m not lying to you, [medicine name] really does help you sleep. And you’ve only continued taking it recently because you haven’t been sleeping well. We didn’t take any medicine at all last year, did we?”

Standing up, Huang Fuda paced around the room with his hands on his hips, questioning Lin Fengxiao: "It's not about [illegible]. I'm just asking you, why did you give me opiabencillin? That drug has absolutely nothing to do with me. I was wondering why I always forget things; it's all because of you." [Note ①]

The person on the other end of the phone chuckled, "You're mistaken. I didn't give you this. That's fluvoxamine, which you took two years ago."

Huang Fuda laughed in exasperation, “My memory isn’t so bad that I can’t remember what happened yesterday.”

“That’s fluvoxamine. They look alike. If those people outside aren’t mistaken, then you must have a bad memory. If you don’t believe me, I’ll take you to see it myself when we get back.”

Lin Fengxiao's voice on the other end of the phone was extremely warm and gentle, "Darling, where are you now? I'll come pick you up and take you home."

"Lin Fengxiao, do you really think I've been drugged into a fool by you?!"

Thump thump thump—

There was a knock on the door.

Fang Chuan's voice came from outside the door: "Are you there? I left something in your room."

Huang Fuda took a few deep breaths and went to open the door. The young man in front of him was neatly dressed and showed no signs of a hangover.

Fang Chuan's gaze lingered on Huang Fuda's bathrobe collar for a moment, then he looked at the phone next to Huang's ear and said loudly, "I think I lost a cufflink when I took off my clothes on your bed last night. I'll come and look for it."

"Go ahead and look for it. You took off your clothes yourself; I didn't notice."

Huang Fuda calmly turned around and sat on the sofa by the window. After a moment, he frowned and said to the person on the other end of the phone, "What business is it of yours who I slept with last night? We have no relationship now... Yes, that's right. I just can't stand it for one night. Don't call me again."

After hanging up the phone, Huang Fuda looked up at Fang Chuan and said, "You did this on purpose."

"What did you mean by 'on purpose'?" Fang Chuan squatted by the bed, blinking innocently. "I drank too much last night, and I don't know how my cufflinks came off."

Huang Fuda saw Fang Chuan's expression clearly, then walked over, bent down and said, "Find it quickly, and get out when you're done."

The young man in front of him froze, his eyes widening and his face gradually turning red. Fang Chuan sniffed and stammered, "Could you...could you tighten your bathrobe a little? It's all showing."

"…………"

Huang Fuda glanced down at his bathrobe, then silently straightened up, tightened the collar, sat down on the sofa, and turned to look at the gray high-rise buildings outside the window.

There was a moment of silence. Fang Chuan touched his nose with the back of his finger, and seeing that there was no blood, he looked down and asked, "Where are you going from now on? Do you have a place to stay? You can't keep staying in hotels."

"I'm planning to rent a place near the company."

Fang Chuan slowed down his search and asked, "Will you be staying in Chuandu from now on?"

"Um."

"You want to be a model forever? It's a short-lived career, what about the next few years?" Fang Chuan looked up at him. "You really don't want to continue running the hotel?"

"I'm fine now. Fang Chuan, I really don't care anymore."

Fang Chuan walked up to him and said seriously, "You don't need to go against your own career. It's my problem to want to give it to you. You don't need to keep refusing just because it's from me."

He squatted down, looked up at Huang Fuda, and then said, "How about this, consider the hotel money a loan from me. I'm not in a hurry for you to pay it back. If you can't pay it back in the future, then just give the hotel back to me. Is that okay?"

Huang Fuda looked down at Fang Chuan, his eyes revealing an indescribable expression. He lowered his gaze, hiding his emotions.

"Let me think about it. I still have a year and a half left on my contract with that modeling agency."

"I'll pay the penalty for breach of contract for you."

Huang Fuda lifted his legs, crossing them one on top of the other, while the hem of his bathrobe slid from the middle to the sides, revealing his smooth and supple thighs.

"In what capacity are you helping me?"

Fang Chuan's eyes were glued to the thigh in front of him. He swallowed softly and asked, "In what capacity do you want me to help you?"

Are you asking me?

"I want to hear it, please tell me..."

Huang Fuda looked at him quietly for a while, then put his leg down, stood up and walked away, saying, "No need, thank you for your kindness. Please look for it as soon as possible, and then leave. I have something to do and will be leaving soon."

Fang Chuan also quickly stood up and hurriedly asked, "Why? Why did it suddenly stop?"

He followed me into the bathroom, then shut the glass door out. Leaning against the wall, he continued to persuade me, "Don't feel guilty. If it really comes down to it, I'll charge you some interest. Just consider it an old friend helping you out, okay?"

"I just wanted to help you, I didn't mean to ask you for anything, don't overthink it."

"You wouldn't even take money for free? How can you do this? How long would it take you to earn enough as a model? Do you really want to work for someone else forever?"

"Consider this an investment. If things don't work out, we can sign a performance-based agreement."

"Besides, I was originally planning to develop some other businesses. My shopping mall has good foot traffic. Even without you, I'm already building it. Just think of it as helping me manage it. You've been doing this for so many years, I believe in your abilities."

The bathroom door opened, and Huang Fuda came out after changing his clothes. He stared at Fang Chuan and then said, "That shopping mall is yours? Then you must have organized that exhibition back then."

Fang Chuan paused for a second, then gave an awkward laugh: "It's my shopping mall...the exhibition...Chen Qing is mainly in charge."

"You knew I would go?"

"No, no, no, I really didn't know that. I was just taking a stroll and didn't expect to run into you. The models were all chosen by Chen Qing, it has nothing to do with me."

Huang Fuda recalled Fang Chuan's reaction at the time, and it seemed that he did not know anything about it. Then, thinking about what had happened in the past few days, he frowned.

"Then why did you pretend back then? You pretended you didn't know the exhibition was postponed. The postponement was something you suddenly requested, wasn't it? And the clothes you had to change every day, in over 30 degrees Celsius, you made me wear a leather jacket and pants and a full-face mask. Why didn't you just suffocate me?"

Huang Fuda grew increasingly angry as he spoke, and eventually stopped looking at him and walked away. Fang Chuan followed behind with his head down, cautiously explaining, "I was just afraid that if you found out, I would quit. After all, you don't want to see me either. If you leave, where am I supposed to find models?"

"As for that dress... I did it to protect you. All those people around you are practically throwing themselves into your arms. If I didn't cover you up properly, what if you were molested?"

"Besides, the mall has air conditioning, and it's not over 30 degrees Celsius, it's quite cool."

Huang Fuda turned around and cursed, "Bullshit! Try covering yourself up like that and I'm drenched in sweat!"

"Pfft, hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha."

Huang Fuda glared at him, and he even laughed?

Fang Chuan leaned closer, tilted his head, and looked at Huang Fuda with a smile, saying, "So you can swear too. Swear at me a couple more times."

"…………You're absolutely insane."

"Not enough, make it dirtier."

Huang Fuda opened his mouth, hesitated for a long time, but didn't say a word. Finally, he glared sharply at Fang Chuan, shut his mouth, and left.

He went to the sofa, picked up his phone, and looked at Fang Chuan. "Find it quickly, I'm going out after you're done."

Going out? Where to?

Huang Fuda has no schedule in the last few days, and he has also broken up with Lin Fengxiao. So where is he going?

Fang Chuan sat on the corner of the bed and asked tentatively, "Where are you going? Are you in a hurry? If you are, just go ahead and don't worry about me."

"Find an agent to rent a house."

"..." Fang Chuan lowered his head helplessly and asked, "Why won't you accept my help? Don't say it's too much money or you don't care, those are just excuses. Give me a straight answer."

Huang Fuda looked out the window awkwardly and said directly, "You're married, and I don't want to break up your family with Miss Chen. Don't tell me you don't have any ulterior motives; you were practically staring my legs through the floor just now."

Fang Chuan looked awkwardly at Huang Fuda's legs, which were covered by long pants, then raised his head, hesitating to speak. His mind was torn between Old Master Chen and Huang Fuda. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't now. If this matter were exposed, Chen Qing's explosive temper would tear him apart.

He hesitated for a moment and then changed his words: "Chen Qing and I have an open relationship and do not interfere with each other. So I have not wronged her, and neither have you. You just need to accept it."

"...And what about the child?"

"The child is hers, and has nothing to do with me."

Fang Chuan raised his head and gazed at him quietly, saying sincerely, "I still have feelings for you, but I don't want to force you to express them. Whether you like me or not, and who you will like in the future, is your business. I just want to help you."

"Don't be so quick to refuse me. Huang Fuda, you're 33 this year, almost 40. There's no need to turn down money. If there's a sucker willing to spend money on you, just take it."

Huang Fuda remained silent for a moment, carefully considering his decision. After making up his mind, he looked into Fang Chuan's eyes and said formally, "Then consider this a loan from me. I will repay you in the future."

"OK!"

Fang Chuan stood up excitedly and circled around Huang Fuda. "Then I'll find you a house in Luozhou. The hotel is almost finished. Come back to Luozhou with me today, take a look at it in person, and then we'll sign the contract."

"Not today."

Fang Chuan stopped and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Huang Fuda explained, "I need to talk to the modeling agency about terminating my contract, and then I have a scheduled event in a few days. I'll come find you after I've finished dealing with things here."

"Fine. The breach of contract was because of me, so I'll pay the penalty. Don't try to shirk your responsibility."

Huang Fuda smiled gently at Fang Chuan and said, "It was meant for you to pay anyway; I can't afford the penalty for breach of contract."

Fang Chuan was momentarily stunned by Huang Fuda's smile.

"Okay, I'll give you everything," I'd even give you my life.