I'm starting to fall in love with you.

It wasn't mealtime, so all the tourists were up the mountain. The town at the foot of the mountain was deserted and there wasn't much to see, so they went up the mountain as well.

Changbai Peak is quite majestic, but the scenic spots are far apart, and you have to take a shuttle bus to get to each place.

Fangchuan was surrounded by ancient trees that were too big to encircle with two arms. The trees were so tall that when you looked up, you could only see a small patch of sky enclosed by the trees.

"Boss, let's go straight to the top of the mountain. Maybe we can catch a sunset." Fang Chuan looked up at the mountaintop through the trees, eager to go.

One child.

Huang Fuda thought to himself, "Let's just treat it as taking the kids on a trip."

The shuttle bus slowly drove along the mountain road, a gentle mountain breeze making it quite pleasant. After a few more turns, the view opened up, and upon reaching the summit, with no obstructions, the wind picked up and began to feel chilly, giving it a hint of late autumn.

Fang Chuan, wanting to show off his boss's shirt, didn't change his clothes after arriving at the hotel in the small town. He was still wearing dress pants and leather shoes, and didn't even wear a coat. As a result, after standing in the cold wind for a while, his face turned red and he was shivering.

Huang Fuda had tried to persuade him before, but the child was stubborn. Now, seeing his pitiful state, Huang Fuda reminded him.

"There are places to rent coats over there."

Fang Chuan's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he skipped over there, only to return with his head drooping.

"Why wasn't it rented?" Huang Fuda looked at him in confusion.

"It's so dirty, it feels like it hasn't been washed in at least ten years."

This pampered young master looked disgusted at the thought of the military overcoat, as if he was determined to resist it to the bitter end.

Seeing him like this, Huang Fuda assumed that he hadn't endured enough of the cold and thought that he would eventually get so cold that he would go and rent a place himself.

Further in, there is a large hot spring on the ground, with steam rising and rising up to your calves, accompanied by the sound of flowing water, it's like a fairyland.

The two were drawn to the scenery and walked further and further along the wooden boardwalk. By the time they had explored the entire area, Fang Chuan's fingers were frozen stiff.

He followed closely behind Huang Fuda, huddled behind his boss, using his broad shoulders to block the wind, and occasionally sniffed, clearly quite cold.

After all, he was a young man much younger than him, and Huang Fuda had suffered a lot at his hands yesterday. Overwhelmed with conscience, Huang Fuda took off his down jacket.

Fang Chuan looked up at Huang Fuda, his eyelids red from the wind. Seeing that the boss was going to give him his clothes, he was so moved that he almost cried.

He sniffed and said, "Boss, if you give me the clothes, what am I going to do?" He quickly put on the windbreaker without any hesitation.

"If you're really worried about me, you can go rent a coat in a bit."

Fang Chuan said, "Okay," and added, "I'll rent it to you in a bit."

Then he asked, "Boss, are you cold?"

"I can withstand the cold."

When he was little, he didn't even have a cotton-padded coat in the winter, and his body was covered in chilblains. So much so that later, when he had some spare money, he loved to buy clothes to keep himself warm.

She took off her clothes and gave them to Fang Chuan, then stood in the cold for a while. This reminded her of those days before, and her mood was far from pleasant.

Fang Chuan leaned against him, opened his arms and put his arm around Huang Fuda, and they walked side by side.

He's so kind; he knew the boss was cold and still hugged him. Unlike Huang Fuda, who didn't even offer to warm his hands the whole way.

Where did you get that coat?

I don't know, maybe there are angels.

Fang Chuan had only been embracing Huang Fuda for a few seconds when Huang Fuda pushed him away.

"What are two grown men doing, pulling and tugging at each other?" Huang Fuda said indifferently.

"I was afraid you'd be cold..." Fang Chuan was a little stunned after being pushed away.

"I'm not cold. You go on your way."

Okay, okay, you're not cold, it's up to you whether you're cold or not.

Fang Chuan obediently stepped away from Huang Fuda, and at that moment he felt warm and started talking.

"I heard that it sometimes snows on the mountain in September. I hope I can catch it."

"The mountain is usually closed when it snows, so it's impossible to get up there."

“Such a big mountain, there must be some unpaved paths,” Fang Chuan said confidently.

"The mountain roads are difficult to travel, whether going up or down, especially with the snow."

Huang Fuda turned his head to look at him and saw that Fang Chuan looked curious and seemed eager to give it a try. He thought to himself that Fang Chuan was just a pampered child who had never walked on mountain paths or experienced the cold. He had no idea how difficult it was to climb mountains when it snowed.

He reached out and patted Fang Chuan on the back of the head: "Let's go quickly, it will get even colder after the sun goes down."

Fang Chuan enjoyed Huang Fuda's caresses; his hands seemed to have some kind of magic, always making him want to get closer.

It was indeed colder up in the mountains; even though he was wearing a windbreaker, the wind was still blowing in. He walked behind Huang Fuda to shield him from the wind, but it didn't stop him much. The wind tore Huang Fuda's thin shirt from side to side, but it couldn't move his straight body.

He seems to be born without ever feeling cold.

Walking back to the place where they rented coats, Fang Chuan carefully selected one before frowning and renting it, then handed the coat to Huang Fuda.

"Boss, you should put this on quickly, or you'll catch a cold," he said with concern.

“…”

Looking at Fang Chuan's sincere gaze, Huang Fuda was unsure whether he was being intentional or unintentional.

Fang Chuan doesn't want to wear this dirty coat, but does Boss Huang want to wear it?

Huang Fuda smiled gently and pushed the coat back, saying, "Give me my clothes, and you can put on this coat."

Upon hearing this devastating news, Fang Chuan's eyes widened, his expression one of utter disbelief.

He frowned slightly, pretending to be troubled: "Boss, you just said you wanted to rent a coat, I thought you wanted to wear it."

Huang Fuda didn't indulge him and said coldly, "Of course not."

Seeing him like this, Fang Chuan couldn't keep wearing the boss's clothes any longer. He reluctantly took off the windbreaker, and a cold wind swept over his whole body, making him shiver violently.

Fang Chuan resigned himself to his fate, picked up the coat with two fingers, and tentatively tried to put it on, but before he could even put his hands into the sleeves, his body hairs stood on end.

He's a 22-year-old lad with plenty of energy, how could he possibly freeze to death here!

Achoo—

Fang Chuan sniffed.

It seems like it really can.

He chose a compromise, holding up his coat in front of him like a shy young woman in light clothing, standing beside his imposing husband.

Huang Fuda raised an eyebrow and smiled, somewhat helplessly, but said nothing. He then led his young wife to the viewing platform to watch the sunset.

The two found a place to sit down. By then, the western sky was already tinged with red, and the sun would set in half an hour.

The wind blew in from all directions, swirling through Fang Chuan's oversized shirt again and again. His body was stiff, his neck strained to hold on, but he still shuddered violently in a gust of wind.

Perhaps he really is going to die young.

Fang Chuan thought to himself.

Fang Chuan looked up in confusion as his coat was suddenly taken away by the person next to him. Then his body was covered by the coat.

Strong arms wrapped around his back, covering him tightly with a coat, and then, fearing he might throw the coat away, they held him firmly in place with their arms.

“Be good,” Huang Fuda said.

Fang Chuan's face was lifeless; he had completely given up struggling.

"boss."

"What's wrong."

"Can this be considered a work-related injury?"

What kind of work-related injury?

"Psychological trauma".

"..."

The sun finally set, turning half the sky fiery red, and Fang Chuan's body gradually warmed up.

"boss"

"Um?"

"How romantic."

Fang Chuan then made a joke.

"You've made me almost fall in love with you."

Huang Fuda chuckled softly at these words, his voice gentle.

"That's a great honor."

Back at the hotel, Huang Fuda washed up and leaned against the bed, looking at the quotes he had discussed with several construction companies on his laptop.

After reading it, he called Assistant Li to ask about the land there.

"Old Liu and I asked carefully, and the usage permit and transfer permit could not be obtained. That whole area was originally planned to be a military base, but the location was changed, so it was shelved for more than ten years."

"The person behind didn't know about this. He only found out when the construction was halfway done, and then he hurriedly sold the land to others, selling it piecemeal."

After listening, Huang Fuda pondered for a moment and asked, "Is there any record of the military base in the system?"

"Back then, all the documents were paper documents. When the system started recording them later, they were probably missed or lost. Anyway, there are no records of them in the system now."

Huang Fuda breathed a sigh of relief and sent her the contract he had signed with Jinhai Hot Spring, asking Assistant Liu to come back first and supervise the finalization of the quotation with the construction company. He said that once he got back, the contract would be signed and construction would begin.

The hotel's soundproofing was so poor that he could hear Fang Chuan taking a shower next door as soon as he entered the room, and even now that he had finished his work, Fang Chuan was still showering.

Could it be that she fainted? It's been almost two hours.

Just then, the sound of water from next door stopped.

Fang Chuan went straight to the bathroom as soon as he got back, and he finally finished showering and came out.

The dirty clothes that he had taken off were piled up at the bathroom door, and Fang Chuan felt disgusted just looking at them.

He threw the clothes into the trash can through the toilet paper, then remembered that there was a Huang Fuda shirt inside. After hesitating for a moment between returning it and not returning it, he finally chose to pay compensation if Mr. Huang wanted it.

The two of them arrived in the afternoon today, and didn't visit many attractions after going up the mountain, so they will have to go again tomorrow.

They heard that the Tiantan (Heavenly Pool) at Changbai Peak is open depending on the weather, and if you can see it, you're lucky. They, mainly Fang Chuan, decided to leave early tomorrow to grab a front-row spot.

So Fang Chuan set his alarm and went to bed early, where he slept soundly.

Hearing the commotion from next door, Huang Fuda realized that he was still alive and well, so he stopped thinking about it.

It was still early, just past 9 o'clock, so he pulled out Yundao's financial statements for this quarter, as well as the approximate revenue of its competitors, and didn't close his computer until 11 o'clock.

Unfortunately, the two were out of luck; it snowed on the mountain that night, and the Heavenly Lake was closed due to icy ground. So they explored other attractions along the route instead.

In recent years, a section of the Changbai Peak scenic area has been developed and opened to the public as part of its primeval forest. The trees are nearly 30 meters tall, with branches growing freely in all directions, exuding a wild and untamed charm. Stepping into the forest gives one a sense of being isolated from the world.

Fang Chuan led Boss Huang around inside for a long time and even asked the boss to take pictures of him.

He would step into the stream, then ride on an ancient tree, and then use both his hands and feet to climb up the giant pine tree that he couldn't even hug, having a great time.

When he failed to climb the tree for the third time and was about to try for the fourth time, Huang Fuda couldn't take it anymore and dragged Fang Chuan outside.

It was indeed completely isolated inside; there was no cell phone signal. Only when I reached the door did messages start popping up on my phone one after another.

Huang Fuda picked up his phone and received five or six missed call notifications from Lin Xiting and Assistant Li, as well as a WeChat message from Assistant Li sent half an hour earlier.

Driver Lao Liu was in a car accident.

On the way back to Xianye.

Moreover, it didn't seem like an accident.