Once there is one, there will be two.

Huang Fuda's house was a small, unassuming 200-square-meter apartment by the river, not even half the size of Fang Chuan's. Of course, Fang Chuan was just comparing it; he didn't actually like that house.

He was full of curiosity about the boss's house, and didn't treat himself as a guest at all. After changing his shoes, he first inspected the living room.

As he walked up to the television, a photo caught his attention. The photo showed a 12 or 13-year-old boy facing the camera like a little sun.

Is this the "Wind Child"? Could he really have a child?

Fang Chuan thought it over and over, but finally couldn't resist. He picked up the photo and asked, "Boss, who is this child? He's so cute."

Huang Fuda turned around and looked at him. "My brother."

"He's a handsome young man." Fang Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, guessing that he was probably at school and not at home.

The rice was cooked quickly; Huang Fuda simply boiled noodles with two eggs on top. Fang Chuan ate slowly with his chopsticks, wanting to linger a little longer before leaving.

While Fang Chuan was eating, Huang Fuda changed into some loungewear. He didn't know how big the clothes were; he was 190cm tall and muscular, but they were still loose and baggy, and he was practically dangling inside them.

Huang Fuda sat on the sofa, picked up a book, and said without looking up, "Assistant Li should have given you my schedule. You can arrange your own time and eat when it's mealtime."

Perhaps because he himself had experienced hunger, Huang Fuda couldn't bear to see others go hungry.

After saying that, he added, "You can let me know if you haven't eaten yet. If I'm not in a hurry, I can wait until you finish eating."

As Fang Chuan listened to his words, his eyes widened little by little. How could this boss be so kind and considerate?

Huang Fuda was probably uncomfortable sitting, so he leaned forward and changed his posture. His clothes were large, so the neckline was low, and with each movement, a large area of ​​skin was exposed, making Fang Chuan unable to look away.

It's so unbearable to have someone sitting there like that, but you can't touch or hug them, you can see them but you can't eat them.

He also took a closer look at the books Huang Fuda was reading.

108 Home-Style Dishes by a 5-Star Chef

Seeing this, Fang Chuan seized the opportunity to speak up: "I'm also a very good cook."

The book turned a page.

So-so.

"So I play the guitar very well, right?" Fang Chuan asked tentatively.

"Guitar," Huang Fuda finally looked up, "You can play musical instruments?"

So he hadn't seen Huang Fuda's WeChat Moments. Fang Chuan felt relieved and his desire to show off kicked in. He quickly slurped down his noodles, then sat down next to Huang Fuda and took out his phone to show Huang Fuda.

Some videos show him participating in band activities, some show him singing and playing guitar on the playground and being filmed, and some show him recording himself in his apartment.

The young man in the video is clean-cut and refreshing, exuding freedom and radiance.

Mr. Huang took this opportunity to reminisce about his university days. Back then, he focused entirely on his work at the hotel, had little entertainment, and didn't develop any hobbies. Compared to Fang Chuan, he was far behind.

"Look at this, I'm even thinking of taking the test again," he joked.

Fang Chuan asked curiously, "Boss, where did you go to school back then, and what was your major?"

"C University, Hotel Management."

"Oh, so that's why you chose to open a hotel later." Fang Chuan suddenly realized.

“No,” Huang Fuda explained, “It’s because I opened a hotel that I took the adult undergraduate exam.”

Before he turned 13, his primary task every day was to help that "family" with chores; he could only go to school when there was no work. This resulted in him having a very poor foundation, and after coming to Xianye City, he couldn't keep up with the pace and only attended a vocational high school.

Huang Fuda skipped the topic and put the book down.

"I'm going to Beijing on a business trip tomorrow afternoon, it'll last about two days. You've seen my schedule, so you should know that."

Fang Chuan nodded. He knew about it and was still thinking about how to tell his boss that he also wanted to go, but usually it was the assistant who accompanied him, and he, as the driver, was probably not included in the accompaniment.

"If you don't have anything else to do, you can come along."

Huang Fuda spoke in a nonchalant tone, but Fang Chuan was pleasantly surprised. As for why he didn't bring an assistant, that was not his concern.

Although Fang Chuan was eventually asked to leave his boss's house, he was still very happy to know that he could "honeymoon" with his boss.

When he got back to the apartment, he found his mother there.

Fang's mother usually doesn't come to Fang Chuan's apartment because she knows her son doesn't like it.

Moreover, she usually works at a company and occasionally goes to school, so she is quite busy.

She didn't ask Fang Chuan to help her at the company. She was still young, only 43 years old, and had plenty of energy to do things herself. As long as Fang Chuan was obedient, well-behaved, and didn't cause any trouble, she could support her son for the rest of her life.

But she noticed that Fang Chuan had been misbehaving lately.

"I'll be going to the Laowa District tomorrow to oversee the project, so I won't be going home for a while. Your dad's relatives are coming in a few days, so Xiao Chuan, you should go back and help look after them. Just be polite."

Fang Chuan ground a cup of coffee and handed it over: "What relative are you? What brings you here?"

"A cousin came here after graduation looking for a job."

Thinking about his business trip with his boss tomorrow, Fang Chuan was worried about scheduling conflicts, so he asked, "What exactly time will he arrive?"

Fang's mother twirled her fingers on the coffee cup, and just as the air grew heavy, she spoke.

"Xiao Chuan, have you been quite busy lately and haven't had much free time?"

"Yeah, I've arranged to perform at the venue with the band in a couple of days, so I need to rehearse for the next couple of days."

Fang Chuan made up a lie. His mother had told him last time that he shouldn't have any contact with Huang Fuda, so he absolutely couldn't let her know that he was going to be Huang Fuda's driver.

"I see," Fang's mother said, looking at Fang Chuan. "Then you should continue to be busy. If that relative comes, it will probably be another four or five days. There's no rush."

She picked up the coffee, held it to her nose, and gently inhaled the aroma, the steam rising around her face.

"Xiao Chuan, are you still in contact with that Huang Fuda? Don't lie to your mother, tell the truth."

Fang Chuan's heart skipped a beat, but he remained outwardly calm.

"No, what connection could we possibly have?"

"That's fine then."

Fang's mother gave a few instructions and then left.

Fang Chuan really didn't understand why she had made this special trip, when it should have been just a phone call. He suspected he had been discovered, but he hadn't told anyone, so it shouldn't be like this.

Maybe she just wanted to come and see him?

That would be best.

Just in case, Fang Chuan informed the band members, telling them not to let anything slip.

He gave special instructions to his roommate, Liu Jiacheng. Liu Jiacheng had switched majors to computer science and was exceptionally diligent. He was currently studying under an associate professor in Dean Fang's team.

[Hey Lao Fang, where are you going lately?]

I'm going on a two-day trip, and things are a bit strict at home, so please don't let it slip.

After giving instructions to everyone, Fang Chuan lay on the bed and heard a message on his phone. He opened it and saw that it was a text message from the airline, with flight information for tomorrow afternoon at 3 pm, economy class.

I don't know what class Huang Fuda is in. It should be business class or first class. I'll check tomorrow. If there are any seats available, I'll upgrade to a higher class at my own expense. Ideally, I'd like to be next to Huang Fuda, but it's okay if he's not; I can just change seats.

The next day, Fang Chuan was woken up by his alarm at 6:30. He was still groggy. The job wasn't tiring, but he had to get up too early in the morning.

After a quick wash, he took his laptop and drove to Huang Fuda's apartment building. He arrived at 7:10. Instead of waiting in his car, he used a resident's card to get into the building. Since he couldn't take the elevator without a card, he climbed the stairs to the 11th floor and easily found his boss's door, where he rang the doorbell.

Ding-dong.

Huang Fuda was dressed neatly and eating breakfast at the dining table when he heard the doorbell ring. He was puzzled for a moment, then opened the electronic peephole and saw that it was Fang Chuan.

Why did he come up instead of waiting in the car? Didn't I tell him beforehand that it would be fine to wait in the car?

As Huang Fuda recalled what he had just done, he opened the door and saw Fang Chuan, tall and long-legged, standing in the doorway, smiling with his eyes narrowed.

Good morning, boss!

As the saying goes, once you've been there, you'll be there again. That's exactly what happened to him. He went in once and wanted to go in a second time.

This was also referring to Huang Fuda. If he let someone in once, there would be a second time. With such a big person standing at the door, Huang Fuda couldn't just let him stand there, so he stepped aside and let the person in.

"Is the boss having breakfast?" Fang Chuan asked, feigning ignorance, as he looked at the half-eaten food on the table.

Upon seeing him arrive, Huang Fuda decided not to continue eating and prepared to pack up and leave.

"We've finished eating, let's clean up..."

He was interrupted by Fang Chuan halfway through his sentence.

"You're going to throw this away anyway? I didn't eat this morning, so I'll eat it and not waste it."

Huang Fuda watched Fang Chuan happily walk to the dining table and start eating, and he didn't know what to say.

Does saying he tidied up mean he put the food in the fridge, put on his coat, and went out, not that he threw the food away? That doesn't seem necessary.

It's quite a strange thing that Huang Fuda sometimes doesn't know what to say.

He watched as Fang Chuan devoured his meal in a flash, then got up, took the plate, and went to wash the dishes.

"..."

"No need to wash it, just leave it there."

I glanced at my watch; it was 7:25.

Just right.

The two went out one after the other and took the elevator downstairs together.

There were only the two of them in the elevator. Huang Fuda asked curiously, "How did you get up here?"

"No card, I climbed the stairs."

"Then how did you get into the building?"

"Just then, someone opened the door, and I followed them in."

Fang Chuan smiled sweetly at Huang Fuda, but Huang Fuda inexplicably sensed a hint of provocation and smugness in his smile.

"Next time, wait in the car and send a message when you arrive. You don't need to come up."

After Huang Fuda finished speaking, he felt the pressure from the young man beside him drop, but he ignored it. Seeing that Fang Chuan still hadn't replied, he frowned and put on his boss-like demeanor, asking, "Did you hear that?"

Fang Chuan looked up and saw that Huang Fuda's expression was not good, so he did not dare to be presumptuous again and nodded to indicate that he understood.

He had already figured out what the kid was up to. But Huang Fuda had his own principles and would never mess around with his subordinates. However, Fang Chuan's behavior wasn't obvious, so he couldn't directly confront him and could only try to keep his distance.

He somewhat regretted bringing him to Shenjing this time. If Assistant Li hadn't been assigned to the neighboring city to help Lao Liu with land acquisition, he wouldn't have thought of giving Fang Chuan some experience.

But the tickets were already bought, and he couldn't back out.

Huang Fuda was thinking about his business trip when he saw Fang Chuan in the driver's seat, wearing a trendy short-sleeved shirt and shorts.

"Did you bring a suit when you leave this afternoon?"

…I didn't bring anything, not only my suit, but also my casual clothes…I was still half asleep when I woke up this morning, and all I cared about was getting into my boss's house…

"No..." Fang Chuan felt a little guilty, his eyes darting around as he secretly glanced at Huang Fuda in the back seat.

"I took some time this morning to buy two sets. I'll keep the invoices and give them to the finance department when I get back."

"Um……"

Actually, he also has an apartment, but he just doesn't really want to wear those old ones when going out with Boss Huang. If he had time, he would like to get a new set made.

After dropping his boss off at the company, Fang Chuan drove back to his apartment to pack his luggage. In addition to his daily toiletries and clothes, he also took two pairs of flashy underwear.

His gaze shifted, and he saw a black suit hanging in the corner. It was a suit that his family had tailor-made for him when he gave a speech as a student representative last year. Although it had been a while, it was definitely a better fit than a suit bought outside.

He took the suitcase off, put it on, and then picked out a pair of leather shoes from the shoe cabinet by the door. Pulling his suitcase, he went to Changhua Plaza, currently the largest shopping mall in Xianye.

Because of his previous part-time job, he was actually reluctant to come so early. Less than a month had passed since that incident, and he was afraid the people inside would still remember him, so he bypassed that store, went upstairs, picked out a clothing store, bought a suit, and left immediately.

When Fang Chuan returned, it was almost noon. Dressed smartly and smartly, he stood in front of Huang Fuda, with a lapel pin on his shirt collar, looking like a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

Huang Fuda didn't show it on his face, but he was inwardly amazed. He calmly reached out and took off the lapel pin, placing it in Fang Chuan's hand: "It's too flashy, put this away."

After collecting their documents, the two went to a Western restaurant for a quick bite before heading to the airport.

Upon arriving at the airport, Fang Chuan took his boss's ID card and went to check in. He hadn't forgotten his important business, and upon seeing his boss's seat number, he happily upgraded himself to a cabin class. Luckily, there was a seat near his boss.

Huang Fuda didn't realize anything when he saw Fang Chuan follow him into the VIP lounge, but he realized it when it was time to board the plane.

After settling in, he noticed the boss staring at him and gave an innocent smile: "Economy class is too cramped, I'm afraid my suit will wrinkle."

Then, feigning panic, he said considerately, "The company doesn't need to reimburse the cost of the upgrade."

Huang Fuda took a deep breath, then smiled at Fang Chuan with a deep gaze.