One code at a time

The air inside the car was stuffy and unpleasant. Huang Fuda looked at the young man's unusually serious face and felt uneasy as well. He opened the rear window to get some fresh air, but the window was immediately closed again.

Huang Fuda pressed the button twice, but there was no response; the car window was locked from the driver's side.

"I want to open the window."

The driver's side window was lowered halfway.

"You're not fully recovered yet, don't blow on me from behind."

Huang Fuda stared intently at him and said, "I need to open the window. Don't make me say it twice."

Fang Chuan ignored him, turned his head back and started the car.

"Boss, going home or back to Cloud Island?"

"You never want to listen to what I say, and you never take it to heart, is that right?"

"I'm worried about your health."

"I don't need it."

Huang Fuda closed his eyes, leaned back, and stopped speaking.

Knowing that his boss, Mr. Huang, was still angry about that day, Fang Chuan carefully turned around and glanced at him again. He pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I'm sorry about that day. I don't know why I suddenly acted that way... The doctor said it was post-traumatic stress, so... so what was it because of?"

"..."

Fang Chuan's Adam's apple bobbed a few times, then he continued, "You've expressed your reluctance before, but never like this time. You have to tell me, otherwise I'm afraid I might accidentally do something foolish again next time."

Huang Fuda still ignored him, so Fang Chuan parked the car on the side of the road, turned around, grabbed Huang Fuda's hand, and shook it gently. "Are you still angry? When we get back, you can do whatever you want to me, even stab me a few times. You just woke up, so don't hold it in. If you're angry, take it out on me, don't keep it inside."

The air was eerily still. Fang Chuan awkwardly withdrew his hand and continued to look ahead while driving.

After a while.

“You slept for three days this time, and kept talking in your sleep, talking about Yun Ge and your brother. You kept saying you wanted Yun Ge to come back. Was it because of him?”

“I stayed by your bedside for those two days, and when I heard you calling him, I was a little jealous of Yung because he was all you dreamed about… But then I thought about how it was a nightmare, and I hated him. But when I looked at you in bed and thought about how I was the one who made you like that, I hated myself.”

Fang Chuan, hearing that he didn't respond and still puzzled, suppressed the bitterness in his heart and asked tentatively, "You...you like Yun Ge?"

Huang Fuda no longer cared about being angry. His previously weak body suddenly became full of energy. He sat up straight, raised his voice, and looked at Fang Chuan's constant swallowing with disbelief, finding it all absurd.

"What nonsense are you spouting?!"

Fang Chuan's heart sank instantly, and he said with a relieved expression, "That's good."

Huang Fuda didn't want to beat around the bush anymore, and said directly with a frown, "I'm telling you this for the second time, and this is the last time. Don't forcibly cover my mouth, especially in bed. Fang Chuan, if you want me to live a few more years, remember this."

Familiar memories flooded Fang Chuan's mind instantly, along with the panicked look in Boss Huang's eyes back then. His Boss Huang had said it, but he hadn't taken it to heart at the time. Fang Chuan felt both regret and resentment.

“…I’ll remember that. There will never be a next time.” He turned to look at his boss, Mr. Huang. “Boss, let’s go home. Don’t go to Cloud Island. That way, I can cook for you while it’s hot.”

“Yun Island has its own catering department, and I will have the chef cook for me.”

Fang Chuan frowned in disgust. "Those pots and bowls have been used by so many people, they're not clean. Let's go home and I'll cook for you."

Huang Fuda chuckled and mocked, "Let me eat a few more meals. I'm afraid if I don't eat now, I won't be able to eat Yun Island anymore."

"…One thing at a time. I was wrong in bed that night, and you can do whatever you want with me when we get back. But I won't back down when it comes to the project."

Fang Chuan's confidence returned. Although he was still angry when he thought about what Boss Huang had done, he was much calmer now.

"I'll assume you really didn't sleep with him, but did you really never even have the thought of sleeping with him?" Fang Chuan deliberately paused for a second, letting his boss, Mr. Huang, reflect on his actions.

Then she continued, "And as I said, even if we didn't sleep together, the fact that you voluntarily undressed and let him touch and feel all over me didn't make me feel any better. You claim to be 30 and a mature adult, so put yourself in his shoes. If Bao Rongxiang came up to you and said that I voluntarily undressed and let him hug and kiss me, would you feel comfortable?"

After Fang Chuan finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that time at the bar, and his heart sank. He lowered his eyes and smiled with difficulty, "I'm sorry, Mr. Huang, I forgot that you don't like me. Replace me with someone else you like, and then try to put yourself in your shoes. Now you can understand, right?"

As Huang Fuda listened to Fang Chuan's seemingly indifferent words, he looked out the car window. The leaves on the trees were already tinged with gold, blown to the ground by the wind, then gently swaying and leaping further away. Just like his emotions, they were being blown about, unable to settle down.

"So how can you stop?"

"Until you no longer have to be in a dilemma."

"This is the culmination of my hard work."

"Boss, I won't stop you from coming up with a solution."

Huang Fuda looked at him and smiled, "Then thank you very much, General Manager Fang and General Manager Wu."

"You're welcome."

I just didn't want you to be bored at home.

Back at Huang Fuda's home, we first helped him sit on the sofa and handed him a tablet to keep him entertained. He then went into the bedroom, changed out of his clothes which still bore the footprints, and took a shower.

The hot water stung the wound, and now that he relaxed, he felt pain in his internal organs. He moved his dislocated arm, and although he couldn't quite describe the feeling, it was just a sore and uncomfortable sensation.

I looked closely at my face by the sink, and it was fine. I didn't get slapped. Thank you so much.

This face is the only thing that can please his boss, Mr. Huang.

Fang Chuan had been staying at Boss Huang's house for quite some time now, but he still hadn't brought any suitable pajamas. He found a bathrobe, covered the collar tightly, and went out to sit next to Boss Huang.

"Boss, would you like to take a shower and change your clothes?"

"You don't need to take care of me like this all the time. The caregiver can handle this."

"You still want a caregiver to bathe you? Don't even think about it."

Fang Chuan looked at the new clothes on his boss, Huang Fuda, which had been changed after they arrived at the Yun family's house. The more he looked at them, the more displeased he became. He leaned over and sniffed Huang Fuda, then looked up and frowned, saying, "You're all smelly. I'll take you to wash up."

"Hmm?" Huang Fuda raised his arm and sniffed it, then asked in confusion, "Nothing."

"have."

Huang Fuda was forcibly taken to take a shower, and then placed on the sofa. Fang Chuan went to the kitchen to prepare the groceries he had bought on the way.

While cooking, Fang Chuan glanced back at his boss, Mr. Huang, several times, worried that he might fall asleep again. Once everything was ready, he placed the food on the coffee table and carefully blew on the soup to cool it before feeding him.

"I can drink it myself."

"You just woke up and you're not strong enough. I'm afraid you won't be able to hold it."

Huang Fuda looked at the spoon in his mouth, lowered his eyes and asked, "Fang Chuan, don't you get annoyed by the lack of response?"

Fang Chuan smiled and said, "As long as you still pay attention to me, I won't get annoyed."

What exactly do you like about me?

Fang Chuan gazed intently into his eyes.

"Then why don't you like me?"

As Fang Chuan fed him the soup, he said, "Judging from how you were that day, you should have been very angry. So why are you talking to me so nicely now?"

"Do you think you'll stop just because I'm angry?"

"cannot."

"Then there's no need."

"You're quite good at accepting things as they are," Fang Chuan chuckled.

Huang Fuda glanced at him lightly, "What can I do? There are too many people who want me to suffer. I can't possibly be angry with them all."

"...I don't wish you any misery."

Huang Fuda smiled at him but didn't say anything.

"I really didn't."

"No, no. I'm doing very well now, all thanks to Mr. Fang."

Fang Chuan was speechless, lowered his head and said nothing more.

After helping Huang Fuda finish eating, Fang Chuan cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks before coming to Huang Fuda's feet and gently kneeling down.

"You're still angry, aren't you? You can punish me however you want, as long as it makes you feel better."

Huang Fuda nudged him with his foot. "You always kneel down, saying it's to make me feel better, but how much of it is because of your own fetish?"

Fang Chuan put his arm around his waist and looked up at him.

"I only know that nine-tenths of it is because of you."

Huang Fuda laughed a few times.

"You say I'm lying to you? Aren't you just spouting nonsense too? Fang Chuan, the shoe cabinet in your apartment has a really complete range of shoe sizes. Are you always this sweet-talking when you're kneeling before them?"

After Huang Fuda finished speaking, an inexplicable anger rose in his heart. He pushed Fang Chuan away from his waist, leaned on the cane next to the sofa, and struggled to stand up.

"If you want to kneel, then kneel. I can barely stand by myself, do you expect me to help you up?"

The young man tentatively touched the hem of his clothes, then withdrew his hand. Huang Fuda glanced at him briefly, then left.

Huang Fuda returned to his bedroom and lay on the bed to read the news from the past few days.

Assistant Li is very capable, and she's rarely caused any major problems. If Huang Fuda weren't short of money himself, he would have liked to give her a raise.

Uncle Yang sent a message saying that the perpetrator agreed to give more money, and that the money would be directly deposited into Huang Fuda's account without Huang Fuda having to make a trip.

Scrolling down further, you'll find a message posted yesterday by Wang Shuhe's secretary.

[Secretary Wang, how much longer?]

The other side responded quickly.

[There are only two weeks left, you need to hurry. Mr. Yun is busy lately, he has to go on a business trip and won't be staying in Xianye for more than a few days.]

Huang Fuda has been sleeping too much these past few days and isn't sleepy at all. He doesn't want to work either, so the time is getting a bit boring.

He held a book in his hand and glanced several times at the wide-open bedroom doorway.

He couldn't sleep with the door open, and he was thirsty, so he wanted a drink of water.

Clearing his throat, Huang Fuda walked out again, leaning on his cane. He glanced at Fang Chuan, who was still kneeling beside the sofa, but didn't turn his head.

Fang Chuan, seeing how difficult it was for him to walk, got up from the ground. Before he could even recover from kneeling and numbness in his knees, he shook his legs and quickly walked over to help his boss, Mr. Huang, and got him a glass of water.

After drinking the water, Fang Chuan helped him back to bed. Fang Chuan bent down and lifted his leg, which was in a cast, and then covered him with a blanket. Huang Fuda's bathrobe was still too loose, and with every movement, the marks of the beating on his body were revealed.

The bathrobe was pulled open most of the way, and rough hands touched it. "Was this from when you were beaten up at the Yun family's house today?"

Fang Chuan glanced at Huang Fuda's expression, then lowered his head. "Hmm. Just a minor injury. Go to sleep. I'll stay here and watch over you."

“I have no sadistic tendencies. I don’t need someone covered in wounds to keep watch for me.”

Fang Chuan looked up at him. The continuous late nights had caused dark circles under his eyes, and the blood vessels in his eyes were clearly visible.

"I don't want to leave."

"...Fang Chuan, I'm not as heartless as you."