Let's give it a try.

Fang Chuan had just called out a few times downstairs when someone came out of the building. He chuckled and slipped inside, then ran all the way to the 11th floor, rushed to Huang Fuda's door, entered the password, and pushed open the door.

He was eager to see his boss, Mr. Huang, and went into the bedroom without even changing his shoes.

Huang Fuda was wearing a shirt and trousers, with a corner of a blanket haphazardly draped around his waist. His hair was a mess, and he was fast asleep.

Fang Chuan was stunned. He glanced at the time on the wall; it was 10:30. They were still asleep. He took off his leather shoes, walked over barefoot, and sniffed the air. There was a strong smell of alcohol.

Why did he drink so much?

She wanted to wake him up, but she couldn't bear to. She hesitated for a long time by the bedside, but she couldn't resist and climbed onto the bed to hug him.

The smell of smoke, alcohol, and other random odors, I stretched my neck and buried it behind Mr. Huang's ear, but now it smells much better.

The person in his arms was awakened by his movements, and when they turned their heads, they saw Fang Chuan's bright eyes.

Fang Chuan saw that Huang Fuda had woken up and quickly said a sentence.

"Boss, I have no intention of getting engaged, much less getting married."

"I know."

The air fell silent, and a peculiar emotion flickered between their eyes.

"You need to buy another vase."

"ah?"

Ignoring the bewildered Fang Chuan, Huang Fuda sat up, took off the clothes he wore to the anniversary celebration last night, and tried to get out of bed with his crutches.

Fang Chuan grabbed him, "Do you want to change into your pajamas or take a shower? I'll help you."

"I want them both."

The bathroom was filled with steam. Fang Chuan rolled up his shirt sleeves and kept complaining that he was locked up, not eating or drinking well, and had nothing to do. He could only lie down all day, and the bed was not comfortable to sleep in. Most importantly, he missed you, missed you so much.

Huang Fuda lowered his eyes and replied sparingly, using very few words.

After changing and washing, Fang Chuan helped Huang Fuda out to sit on the sofa. His gaze swept over the kitchen and he noticed a few familiar green leaves in the sink.

Fang Chuan walked closer and saw that his hydroponic jackfruit was soaking inside.

Why did you put it here?

"I broke the vase a few days ago."

"Just buy another one, why leave it here?"

"..."

There was no sound behind him for a long time. Fang Chuan turned around in confusion and found that his boss, Huang, was also looking at him. They were too far apart for Fang Chuan to see the emotions in Huang Fuda's eyes.

Fang Chuan,

"Um?"

Let's give it a try.

"...Try what?"

"Come here."

Fang Chuan walked over and had barely sat down when Huang Fuda pressed him against the back of the sofa. Before he could even react, his lips and tongue were pried open. Fang Chuan's eyes widened, and he gently brushed the hair from his boss's face, carefully gazing into those eyes, his heart pounding cautiously.

The hand around her waist tightened.

"You've lost weight."

Fang Chuan blinked, then replied blankly, "Ah, yes, it seems so."

He swallowed slowly a few times, then tentatively reached under Huang Fuda's clothes and stroked his waist and back. Seeing that his boss Huang did not stop him, he then pressed himself against him and they became entangled on the sofa.

The morning light was just right, or maybe not quite, but it was just right anyway. Fang Chuan, panting heavily, looked at the person in front of him and thought, "This is wonderful."

Light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the living room, enveloping everyone's skin, and even the dust particles in the nearby air seemed to glow softly.

Fang Chuan braced his elbows on either side of Huang Fuda's head, wincing in pain as he hissed, "Do you know how rough your fingers are? They hurt so much from all the rubbing..."

“Then you can come by yourself next time,” Huang Fuda said with a smile.

Fang Chuan frowned slightly, looking proud.

"It's as if I don't usually do it myself..." The words caught in his throat, finally turning into a trembling, laughing sigh.

"Sigh...you should do it, I prefer."

Fang Chuan's eyebrows were curved, but his eyes were unfocused.

"I love it so much..."

"Boss... Boss Huang... Huang Fuda... touch me again... I want more."

Huang Fuda chuckled indulgently, "Okay."

He then pressed his fingertips hard, watching Fang Chuan slump against his ear, and didn't forget to whisper a few words in his ear.

"Boss, you should really try it yourself, but that spot is too far in, your fingers probably can't reach it, I'll have to do it." He chuckled twice after saying that.

But it only lasted two sounds.

The young man, as expected of the band's lead singer, sang everything beautifully, making Huang Fuda's ears and heart itch. He had no choice but to cup Fang Chuan's face and shut his mouth.

Before they knew it, the sun had reached its zenith and was getting stronger. The sky was clear and the room was bright. The two people on the sofa were warmed by the afternoon sun.

Fang Chuan knelt on Huang Fuda's back, leaning against his chest, turned his head and tilted his face up, revealing his long neck.

"Boss, bite me."

"Um?"

"I always feel like it's not real."

Huang Fuda was speechless, patted Fang Chuan's head, and remained silent for a long time.

"Boss, don't you hate me? Are you sick, with that Skomopathic disease?"

Before Huang Fuda could answer, the young man turned around, faced him, looked at him with probing eyes, and said, "Aren't you angry that I'm interfering with your project and affecting your career?"

Huang Fuda chuckled, "I'm not sick. As for the project, you can give it another try."

Fang Chuan certainly couldn't try; he couldn't even go home right now. But he still looked puzzled and continued to ask, "Aren't you angry that I threatened you with the video?"

Huang Fuda stopped laughing and looked at him seriously: "I can overlook what you did before, but you have to delete the video."

Fang Chuan instantly became agitated, standing barefoot on the cold tiles of the living room, letting the chill seep into his limbs. He paced around the living room, liquid still dripping from his legs, and began to challenge them with trembling hands.

"See, I told you you were just playing me, trying to get me to delete the video."

"I'm not kidding you."

Fang Chuan's eyes were red. "At least you wouldn't lie to me about feelings before. If you didn't like someone, you just said you didn't like them. But now, you're lying to me like this just to get me to delete the video!"

“I didn’t.” Huang Fuda frowned.

Fang Chuan walked over, his eyes red and fierce, and said, "I don't believe you. Delete the video? No way! You're not leaving here for the rest of your life."

Huang Fuda reached out, grabbed him, and gently pulled him into his arms. Fang Chuan's hands even automatically wrapped tightly around him, making Huang Fuda's chest ache.

"You're lying to me again. You can't at least try to fool me with this. You might as well just tell me it's all a dream. I should just stay in that little house and lie there until I die."

Tears soaked Huang Fuda's neck as the young man continued in a muffled voice, "But I want to see you. I can't stand it. Every second I'm inside, I think about what will happen after I get out, how I'll find you, which road I'll take, what time it will be, and where you'll probably be. If too much time passes, will you have already forgotten me? Will you find new lovers, one on the left and one on the right?"

Huang Fuda gently patted his back, "I was thinking about you when you disappeared. At first, I wondered where you went and why you were gone. Then I wondered if you were trapped at home, or if you were bored and tired of it. Why did you suddenly say you wanted to get engaged? Would you really go and get married? Miss Chen must be very young and beautiful. After you meet her, will you really agree to it..."

"Thinking and thinking, I realized that I seem to like you more than I thought."

He cupped Fang Chuan's face in his hands and looked directly into his tearful eyes.

"I can guarantee my complete loyalty to you and that I will never lie to you again. But you must also delete the video and not keep it to yourself. Also, you should talk to Boss Wu; she will be very angry that you sneaked out."

Fang Chuan stared intently at Huang Fuda, waiting for him to slip up, but he didn't.

Are you serious? You really like me?

"real."

Fang Chuan wiped away his tears and hugged him again. "I need a trial period to make sure you're not lying before we talk about these things."

"good."

The two decided to hide Fang Chuan at Huang Fuda's house first.

She said he was hiding, but not long after, General Manager Wu called. She had lost face that morning and, in a fit of anger, searched everywhere before finding out that Fang Chuan was at Huang Fuda's house.

Fang Chuan ran out dressed in a formal suit, and his striking appearance made him easily spotted wherever he went. His actions today, without any attempt to conceal them, made him a prime suspect.

General Wu asked Huang Fuda for more people.

“I don’t know where he is. He came to my company this morning, but I wasn’t there and I didn’t see him.”

“Huang Fuda, don’t play dumb. The surveillance footage clearly shows that he entered your building and never came out.”

“General Manager Wu,” Huang Fuda said in a deep voice, “it is illegal to check other people’s addresses without authorization.”

"You don't need to pretend and talk to me like this. Let Fang Chuan answer the phone."

"As I said, Fang Chuan isn't here. He's probably gone somewhere. Mr. Wu, please keep looking for him. I still have work to do, so I'll hang up now."

Fang Chuan tossed his phone aside, then lay back down on Huang Fuda's chest, kneading and rubbing it with his hands. "My mom installed a GPS tracker on my phone, that's why she knew where I was before."

Huang Fuda had previously assumed it was someone following him, never expecting it to be a GPS tracker. He looked at Fang Chuan with a touch of heartache, patted his head, and said nothing.

They stayed quietly for a while before separating.

Fang Chuan's eyes followed his boss, Mr. Huang, wherever Mr. Huang went, he followed. It wasn't until Mr. Huang Fuda went to work in the study that Fang Chuan reluctantly sat down to the side and picked up Mr. Huang Fuda's phone to play with.

Having been isolated from the outside world for a long time, he glanced at the social news and began to look at Huang Fuda's chat history. As he looked, he felt something was wrong. He looked at the chat history and then at Huang Fuda, who was in a meeting, and his unease grew stronger.

As soon as Huang Fuda's online meeting was over, he immediately grabbed Huang Fuda's hand.

"What contract did you sign with Yunger...?"

Huang Fuda took off his headphones, sat down in his chair, turned around to look at him, and spoke in a flat tone.

“Yun Island has been merged into the Yun Group. Now Yun Ge is the actual person in charge of Yun Island. I’m just an employee.”

Fang Chuan froze, his mind racing, and then his face grew increasingly pale.

"Why Yun Ge? How could you contact him again? Why was he so kind? What did you promise that deadpan guy this time?"

Huang Fuda's face also turned pale, but looking at the agitated Fang Chuan, he still tried to remain calm and said, "He took most of the shares and 40% of the profits. Our relationship is purely a business collaboration, not the kind you're thinking of."

Huang Fuda pulled Fang Chuan in front of him and gently hugged him to comfort him, "I know what you're worried about. He's not interested in me, and there won't be anything between us anymore."

Fang Chuan looked down at him, his hand stroking Huang Fuda's face. "I believe you have no feelings for him, but I don't believe him at all when you say he doesn't."

Huang Fuda turned his head, his face illuminated by the setting sun, and said frankly, "Fang Chuan, you're overthinking it."

As the sun gradually set, the room grew dim. Fang Chuan's face was hidden in shadow as he brushed aside Huang Fuda's hair, exposing his eyes to the setting sun.

"So you know that Tiancheng doesn't dare to cause trouble for Yundao, which is why you're willing to be with me, right?"

"That's part of the reason."

Fang Chuan pursed his lips. "That's why you want a video. Without a video, I'm nothing at all, right?"

"...That's not why I want it."

Fang Chuan smiled gently.

“I believe you. Huang Fuda, I believe you.”