Heart-shaped fruit cut

Fang Chuan carried the fruit for Huang Fuda and helped him into the car.

Huang Fuda had never met this new driver before, and he had initially worried that Boss Huang would have another affair with the driver, but now he wasn't worried anymore. Because the new driver was a woman in her thirties.

Fang Chuan handed the fruit to Huang Fuda through the car window, and then casually asked him a question.

"Where's Lao Liu? Hasn't he been discharged from the hospital yet?"

"He resigned."

"What about Brother Zhang?"

"It's not his turn today."

After asking Huang Fuda, he leaned forward and told the driver, "Sister, Mr. Huang doesn't like to close the windows, so don't close them for him on the road. But it's cloudy today, so just open the back window a little bit. Also, brake and turn a little slower."

Before the driver could respond, Huang Fuda spoke up from the back seat: "Stop nagging. He drives much more steadily than you. You should go to work soon, it's already so late."

"Okay, be careful on the road, and don't forget what I said before, I'll wait for you."

Huang Fuda waved his hand to indicate that he understood, and then went to the company.

As soon as I arrived at the office, Xiao Zhang came in.

"Is the door to his apartment still inaccessible?" Huang Fuda paced back and forth in his office.

"I've asked several people, and they all say that if we force it open, the lock will definitely break. Does the boss want to fix it?"

Huang Fuda rubbed his temples. "No need yet. This afternoon at 5 o'clock, take your own car and wait downstairs at Fangchuan Apartment. I'll send you a message before you come up. It might be quite late, so buy something to keep you awake."

Xiao Zhang agreed, and then said, "That troublesome couple is asking me for money, what should we do, Brother Da?"

"Don't worry about it, they won't dare to make a big fuss."

"Oh, by the way, Brother Da, the stereo at that Qihe shop on the south side is out of power. Do you want me to replace the battery and put it back in, or just take it out?" Xiao Zhang walked up to Huang Fuda's table and picked a grape from the owner's heart-shaped fruit cutter.

Huang Fuda sat down in a chair and took the fruit slices in front of him. "Find an opportunity to take them out, but don't let anyone find out. Also, take some time this morning to visit Old Liu and buy him some tonics, the more expensive the better, because he's getting old and recovers slowly."

"clear!"

After handling some work in the morning, around noon, Bao Rongxiang unexpectedly called him, saying that he really liked the bride he had given Huang Fuda and wanted to invite him to a performance.

"Mr. Bao is joking. He chose this himself. It has to be because of Mr. Bao's great charm."

"Hahahaha, I love listening to you talk so much, Young Master Huang. I'm at Yundao, 303, across from your company. Come on over, it'll only take a little while."

Huang Fuda put the uneaten fruit into the refrigerator and then went downstairs to room 303.

He knew it wouldn't be anything good, but he never imagined it would be this disgusting.

Upon opening the door, Yu Xiangyang was right in front of Bao Rongxiang. He was kneeling with his hands bound, with teeth marks around his neck, a black cloth covering his eyes, and stuffed with things in every possible place on his body.

When Bao Rongxiang saw him come in, he took the things out of Yu Xiangyang's ears and mouth, patted his cheeks, and said, "Listen to him learn it again."

"Good boy...swallow...a little deeper."

Huang Fuda's face darkened instantly, but after seeing Bao Rongxiang's amused look, he forced a smile.

"Young Master Huang, is his imitation accurate?"

Upon hearing the words "Young Master Huang," Yu Xiangyang immediately turned around, but his eyes were covered, and he couldn't see anything. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

"What does Mr. Bao mean by this?"

"It's nothing. People always want to try things they haven't eaten before. I never had this thought before, but seeing everyone around me eating so deliciously, it's inevitable to get cravings. I'm different from Young Master Yun. Young Master Yun is a businessman, meticulous in his work, and knows how to calculate everything. I'm a江湖人 (jianghu person, someone from the martial arts world), I don't care about those things." He pinched Yu Xiangyang's chin, "I like this kid, so I give him whatever he wants. Just yesterday, I gave him two shops to run for fun. Now he can be called Boss Yu when he goes out."

Huang Fuda leaned against the wall, nodded, and said with a smile, "General Manager Bao is generous; that's his good fortune."

Bao Rongxiang walked over to Huang Fuda and straightened Huang Fuda's collar.

"Your business hasn't been good this year. In just a few months, you've already lost half your investment. Now all you have left are these two small hotels and two bathhouses that haven't even been built yet. We've known each other for almost 10 years, and it breaks my heart to see you like this. I really want to help you. There's an old shoe market across from the train station, right at the corner of the street. It's been squeezed out of business by Changhua Plaza, and they've all moved out. I think this place is perfect for opening a hotel. If you're interested, Mr. Huang, the rent and renovations are a small expense. As long as you're happy, I can even give you the supermarket next door."

Huang Fuda removed the hand from his collar. "I'm very willing, but I'm afraid that Boss Bao and my brother will have a falling out."

Bao Rongxiang patted his shoulder forcefully, casually and nonchalantly, "The three of us are old acquaintances, he won't say much if I give you something."

Of course he wouldn't take his anger out on you; he'd only make me more annoyed. Yun Ge never wanted to make himself happy. Did his Yun family lack the 40% profit and management rights of Yun Island? No, it wasn't even a tenth of what he donated annually. But Yun Ge wanted it; he wanted me to beg him. This little bit might appease him now, but if he really annoyed him, even if I gave him my entire fortune for free, he might not want it.

"President Bao, please let me go back and think about it for two days. I need to see if I have enough cash on hand. I can't expect President Bao to pay for hiring people when we open for business."

Bao Rongxiang nodded, then walked over to Yu Xiangyang, touching the teeth marks on Yu Xiangyang's neck, and said to Huang Fuda, who was about to leave, "Young Master Huang seems to be quite familiar with Tiancheng Construction. I also have some cooperation with them. In a few days, we can invite General Manager Wu to have a meal together."

Huang Fuda stopped halfway through his journey, looked back at Bao Rongxiang, then at Yu Xiangyang who was huddled on the ground trembling, and felt very tired.

He knew Bao Rongxiang had acquired a large plot of land and was planning to build something there, and he was riding high on his success. But he never expected Bao Rongxiang to be so arrogant that he didn't even care about Yun Ge's reputation anymore. And why now of all times?

It's all my fault; I can't blame anyone else.

He came out of the house and returned to his office, his head throbbing so badly he couldn't eat. Huang Fuda opened the refrigerator, took out the fruit he'd had that morning, ate a couple of bites, and then settled down on the sofa to sleep.

In the afternoon, Huang Fuda visited his two remaining Yundao stores and then went to check out the two Yunquanhui stores that were under renovation.

He was short on money. He considered keeping the other two guest rooms open, but the renovations were quite noisy, making it impossible to rest during the day. After paying Tiancheng for the construction work in a couple of days, he would have no money left.

And Fang Chuan, he was acting really strange this morning. If he calls me over today, it's definitely not a good thing.

This damn rain, it just keeps falling and falling, it's so annoying.

He got out of the car with an umbrella, slowly walked into the building, and knocked on Fang Chuan's apartment door.

The door opened, and Fang Chuan greeted him with a smile. He took the dripping umbrella from the boss and placed it on the umbrella stand. He then helped Huang Fuda take off his chilly suit jacket.

"I saw the bad weather this morning and guessed it was going to rain, so my clothes got all wet," Fang Chuan said as he hung up his clothes.

"Have you been waiting long?" Huang Fuda changed into slippers, rolled up his sleeves, and took only two steps before Fang Chuan hugged him from behind.

"It hasn't been long, but it's been a day since we last met. I miss you so much. Can I have a kiss?"

Huang Fuda turned around and kissed Fang Chuan's forehead.

“Not here,” Fang Chuan tiptoed and lightly touched Huang Fuda’s lips, “It’s here.”

The two kissed affectionately for a long time, until Huang Fuda felt warm from the kisses, before they separated.

Huang Fuda wandered around the room, and Fang Chuan followed behind him, introducing everything to him one by one. When they got to the guitar hanging on the wall, Fang Chuan said, "I'll play the guitar for you after we finish eating."

"Of course."

After dinner and listening to the guitar, the atmosphere between the two began to cool down.

Fang Chuan hung up his guitar, took Huang Fuda's hand and walked into the bedroom, drew the curtains, and sat down on the bed with Huang Fuda.

Fang Chuan said, "Didn't the boss want to watch the video? Let's watch it now."

He took out his computer and projected the video onto the large screen directly opposite the bed. The two watched in silence, neither of them saying a word.

Huang Fuda finally spoke after the video had finished playing once: "Fang Chuan, just say what you want to say. I'm tired and don't want to keep guessing."

“Then I’ll be blunt, Huang Fuda, do you want your career or Yang Zhengping?” Fang Chuan turned his head and looked directly at him calmly. “If you choose your career, then I’ll show the video to Yang Zhengping. If you choose Yang Zhengping, then cut off all your ties with him from now on. Whether you’re forced to or not, you’re not allowed to go.”

Huang Fuda didn't have the energy to think about how Fang Chuan knew Yang Zhengping, and asking such questions was pointless.

Clinging to his last shred of hope for Fang Chuan, he said, "Fang Chuan, if you really like me, you shouldn't force me."

"It's because I like you that I can't stand the person I like sleeping with other people over and over again."

Fang Chuan stood up and walked to Huang Fuda.

"Besides, I didn't force you; I gave you a choice. I just didn't want you to always put me last when you were considering things. I know I'm not that important to you, but I just can't accept it. Now that I have such a great opportunity, I can't just let it go."

Fang Chuan slowly knelt down and hugged his waist. "Your career may not necessarily get worse, and even if you end up with nothing, it doesn't matter. I can support you."

Looking at Fang Chuan's innocent face, Huang Fuda felt a wave of helplessness and didn't want to say a word. He silently watched Fang Chuan straighten up and slowly push him down.

"You can refuse me, I won't force you."

Yes, you didn't force me, you haven't forced me yet, so what would be considered forcing me?

"Whatever you want."

Fang Chuan unbuttoned the shirt that he had just changed into that morning. He touched the plaster on Huang Fuda's lower back and gently rubbed it, asking, "Does it still hurt?"

Huang Fuda didn't speak or look at him.

Seeing Huang Fuda like this, Fang Chuan blinked, feeling a little sad.

He got out of bed, opened a drawer, took out several silver chains with small bells hanging from them, and put them on his waist.

“You like it, so I bought it right away. I will do my best to satisfy you in any way. If your back is uncomfortable, I will take care of it. I can’t bear to see you in pain.”

The lean, strong waist, along with the reflection of the silver chain, was reflected in Huang Fuda's eyes. Under Fang Chuan's command, it rose and fell, swayed, and finally clung to Huang Fuda's body.

Fang Chuan lay prone on his boss Huang's chest, his superfluous expressions gone, revealing a very upright and handsome face.

"Can you say something, smile, and talk to me?"

...

"Don't do this, give me some response, okay?"

His eyes burned, so he leaned forward again, brushed aside Huang Fuda's hair, and looked directly into his eyes, but the look in his eyes was so cold that it made his heart race.

Fang Chuan covered Huang Fuda's eyes with his hands, then gently kissed his nose and lips. Tears fell on Huang Fuda's face, only to be gently kissed away.

With a sob in his voice, he uttered a harsh threat: "I'll make you fucking talk to me, Huang Fuda, are you deaf?!"

His boss, Mr. Huang, finally reacted, grabbing his waist, lifting him high and then suddenly pressing him down, fierce and ruthless. Fang Chuan cooperated, his thighs shaking like a sieve, until Huang Fuda rolled over and pinned him down, leaving him only able to arch his back and snuggle into his boss's arms.

"Are you going to hate me to death?" Fang Chuan tried to sit up and hug him, but the sweat was too slippery and he fell back onto the bed.

Fang Chuan then grabbed Huang Fuda's hands and placed them on his neck. His face was still wet with tears, and he smiled and said, "If you don't want to hug me, then pinch me. You'll be free once you've pinched him to death."

The hand on his neck trembled, and Huang Fuda finally raised his head to look at him. He reached out his right hand to wipe away Fang Chuan's tears, then slowly applied pressure to his neck with his left hand, leaned down and gently kissed Fang Chuan's lips, taking away the last bit of air.

Fang Chuan's body trembled violently, and the world before his eyes began to blur; he could no longer see Huang Fuda's face clearly. He trembled as he tried to pull the hand off his neck, but he couldn't muster any strength and could only rest it on his neck as if stroking it.

Just as everything was about to go completely dark, the hand on his neck suddenly loosened. Fang Chuan turned his head and coughed while breathing heavily. He watched helplessly as Huang Fuda tied his body up with his clothes.

Huang Fuda draped a large bathrobe over him and then wrapped him in a blanket.

He watched as Huang Fuda went into the bathroom, started taking a shower, then took out a wet towel and went over to wipe his face.

The towel is warm.

After wiping his face, she touched his neck, went out and rummaged through drawers and cabinets, found some ointment of unknown origin, and gently applied it to the marks.

He watched as Huang Fuda put on the clothes on the ground, buttoned them up, took out his phone, and made a call.

"Xiao Zhang, you can come up now."