rich second-generation good-for-nothing

They are twins, and they are 4 years old this year.

The group sat around the twins, none of them smiling.

Dean Fang said to Bai Zhi, who looked sad, "Zhi, the two children are still young and need someone to take care of them. Teacher Wu is busy with his company and doesn't trust outsiders, so you'll have to work harder these next few years."

"Teacher... I just got a spot this year, and one student has already contacted me..."

Dean Fang patted her hand and said gently, with an unquestionable tone, "Put that student under my supervision. Don't worry about the research project; I'll have people help you get it done. In a few days, I'll transfer you to the administrative department. There will be less work, and you'll have more time to look after your child."

Bai Zhi looked at Dean Fang, then at the two children who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and couldn't say a word.

Dean Fang took the two children upstairs, leaving the three of them downstairs.

Fang's mother frowned and asked Bai Zhi, "You're only 31, a computer science PhD from A University. You could go anywhere and have a better life than you do now. Do you really want to stay here and help him raise his child?"

“…Teacher Wu, I know this is wrong.”

"But I feel like I'm not in control of myself."

Looking at her delicate face, Fang's mother frowned even more deeply: "You can come to me anytime you want to leave. Don't worry about your job." She got up to go upstairs, but stopped again as she passed Bai Zhi. "Think about it carefully. Wasn't it enough that he ruined your life for ten years? Do you want to ruin your whole life too?"

Fang Chuan didn't want to stay either. He was in a low mood and got up to leave. "Teacher Bai, I'm going back to my apartment first. You should go up and get some sleep."

“Xiao Chuan,” Bai Zhi called softly, “Was I wrong?”

He paused for a moment, then said, "You're not wrong."

Fang Chuan thought of Bai Zhi, then of Huang Fuda, and realized he wasn't much different from his father. Same methods, same despicable behavior.

He was just a little better than his father; he didn't go out to brothels, nor did he bring back two illegitimate children. And he genuinely loved Huang Fuda.

His mind was in turmoil. One moment he wished Huang Fuda would be like Bai Zhi, and the next he was afraid that Huang Fuda would actually become like that.

At 3 a.m., Huang Fuda was woken up by a phone call, and he answered it groggily.

"Huang Fuda, do you like me?"

Huang Fuda glanced at the time and sighed silently, "I like it."

"Do you love me?"

"like."

Fang Chuan smiled easily after hearing this.

His boss, Mr. Huang, adapted very well. In just three or four days, he was able to act as if he really liked him, saying sweet words and doing whatever he wanted.

Huang Fuda is still Huang Fuda.

"Fang Chuan, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just missed you. Go to sleep, I'll prepare breakfast and come see you tomorrow."

He overestimated himself. Before the next morning, he went to Huang Fuda's house again in the middle of the night with his work-related things, then secretly crawled into his boss's bed and cuddled with him to sleep.

This left Huang Fuda with a somewhat confused memory when he woke up the next day. Had Fang Chuan really gone back yesterday? Was he dreaming when Fang Chuan called him in the middle of the night?

Seeing the dark circles under Fang Chuan's eyes, Huang Fuda didn't wake him and quietly went out.

He discovered that Fang Chuan's emotions were very unstable, always fluctuating greatly. When he was calm, he was like a leopard in the dark, and when he was carefree, he was like a dog chasing its tail.

Just as he was thinking this, the dog chased after Huang Fuda's tail and hugged him from behind.

"What does the boss eat for breakfast...?"

Judging from that sound, the person is clearly still half asleep.

"Do you want some noodles?"

"eat…"

Fang Chuan clung to his boss Huang's back with his eyes closed, following wherever his boss went.

"If you're tired, go to sleep. You're not an important member of the project team, so it's okay if you're a little late."

Fang Chuan said lazily, "Do you think I'm one of those good-for-nothing rich kids who just want to eat and wait to die?"

Of course not. Even though he only slept for 3 hours last night, he rallied his spirits and stood at the door on time, ready to leave.

Huang Fuda habitually lowered his head to kiss him, but found Fang Chuan unusually quiet.

"What's wrong with Xiao Fang?"

Fang Chuan blinked and looked at Huang Fuda: "Boss is so proactive."

"Don't you like it?"

"like."

Fang Chuan pressed Huang Fuda's head down and slowly tore at his lips and tongue.

"I also have younger siblings, who are my dad's illegitimate children."

"So that's why you're unhappy?" Huang Fuda stared into his eyes. "Fang Chuan, if you really don't like that home, you can leave. There's no need to make yourself suffer so much."

“I’m used to all that, it’s not because of that.” Fang Chuan smiled, his eyes narrowing. “So, Boss Huang is feeling sorry for me?”

Huang Fuda didn't answer, but as he got off the elevator, he said, "You look a lot like my younger brother."

"Then you absolutely must not treat me like your younger brother."

A few days later, General Manager Wu hosted a charity dinner, saying that he had recently adopted two children and wanted to show them to everyone.

Given the size of Huang Fuda's current hotel, he shouldn't actually be considered an invitee. However, since the two companies still have a partnership, he sent an invitation out of politeness.

Huang Fuda was afraid of giving himself away and didn't want to go, but not going would hurt Fang Chuan's feelings, so he repeatedly told Fang Chuan in advance not to be too intimate and to pretend not to know each other and keep his distance.

That evening, the two really acted as if they had only met a few times, exchanging polite greetings. However, Fang Chuan was still not honest. When he walked up to Huang Fuda's side for the third time, pretending to be casual, he said in a flirtatious tone with a smile in his eyes, "Boss Huang, don't we look like we're having an affair?"

Huang Fuda smiled politely and said, "Mr. Fang, if you want some fresh air, you can go to the window for a while."

I said, "I'm having an affair."

"Yes, Mr. Fang will be clear-headed in a moment."

"…………"

Fang Chuan turned and left.

Then Huang Fuda's phone immediately received the message.

[Go to the restroom on the left side of the 7th floor; it's at the very end.]

Fang Chuan waited in the cubicle. When he heard familiar footsteps, he loosened the latch, gently pushed it open a crack, and let the person he had been longing for in.

Hugs, kisses—everything seemed so impatient.

Fang Chuan whispered in Huang Fuda's ear, "Call me 'Little Boss Fang' one more time."

"Haven't you heard enough, Mr. Fang?"

Fang Chuan gently nibbled at Huang Fuda's neck, his hands becoming increasingly restless.

"I want to hear you call me that; you've never called me that before."

Huang Fuda covered his wet mouth with his hand and pushed him away.

"The neck is too obvious, no way."

"It's better if it's obvious."

Fang Chuan tried to come closer, but Huang Fuda forcefully stopped him.

"no."

Fang Chuan's smile vanished, replaced by a deep, unyielding stare. Huang Fuda, seeing this, felt a bit helpless. He unbuttoned a button with one hand, pressed Fang Chuan's head against his chest, and said softly, "Young Mr. Fang, it's the same down there. Be good."

Fang Chuan obeyed, using both his hands and mouth, completely absorbed.

As he buttoned up his shirt, Fang Chuan poked a particularly noticeable bulge, seemingly still wanting more.

Ten minutes after Fang Chuan left, Huang Fuda also went outside, only to see General Manager Wu and Bao Rongxiang a few steps away. The two were standing together, talking about something. Huang Fuda suppressed his unease and decided to find a secluded place to hide for a while before leaving.

But his height is too conspicuous.

"Oh, Young Master Huang is here today too."

Huang Fuda slowly turned around, a smile on his face, his expression slightly surprised: "General Manager Bao! General Manager Wu!"

General Manager Wu asked gently, "Xiao Chuan is currently handling Boss Huang's project. Has he caused Boss Huang any trouble?"

"Mr. Wu is joking. Mr. Fang is very responsible."

"Oh, so Young Master Huang must be very familiar with President Fang, right?" Bao Rongxiang said with a smile, putting his hand on Huang Fuda's shoulder.

"Mr. Fang is busy, we only see each other occasionally, we're not particularly close."

General Wu looked at the two people in front of him, their arms around each other's shoulders, and a faint look of disgust flashed in his eyes.

Bao Rongxiang looked at General Manager Wu, tightened his grip on his shoulder, and said, "Last time I was chatting with Young Master Huang, we were thinking about opening another hotel. If we do, we'll definitely need Tiancheng's help. But it's not finalized yet. I wonder if Young Master Huang has forgotten?"

"I've been quite busy lately and forgot. Mr. Bao, let's talk privately when we have some time."

Despite being threatened by Bao Rongxiang, Huang Fuda still had to smile obsequiously at him, hoping he would say less. After enduring another two agonizing minutes, Bao Rongxiang finally let him go, not forgetting to pat Huang Fuda's hair before leaving and telling him to contact him as soon as possible.

Huang Fuda didn't want to stay a moment longer, so he informed Fang Chuan and left first.

He leaned back in his seat, weighing each item in his mind like a scale, until he was completely exhausted.

Huang Fuda sent Bao Rongxiang a message and arranged to meet him the next morning.

[Hahaha, I know, someone's watching you tonight, right? Sigh, you've really settled down now.]

You'll have to ask that little brat.

Huang Fuda didn't know if Fang Chuan would come tonight, nor did he intend to ask. He washed up early and went to bed, not even noticing when Fang Chuan got into bed. But he was eventually woken up by the occasional little movements on his body.

He looked at Fang Chuan, who was itching to get started, and said seriously, "Fang Chuan, you're only in your early twenties, full of vigor, I understand. But I'm almost 30, I can't take this kind of abuse from you every day. And you need to be more moderate, don't always do this, do you want to become impotent at a young age?"

"...You're not going to make it?"

Huang Fuda felt a lump in his throat, and after holding it in for a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "You know whether I can do it or not."

“Boss Huang, you should be reasonable. We just got together, and I'm only 22. Isn't it normal to think about this every day? If I weren't working every day, I wouldn't want to stop for even a second. It's your business if you turn 30, but you can't make me turn 30 too. Besides, are you even 30? You're only 28 this year!”

Fang Chuan looked at Boss Huang, who was keeping his pants on tightly, and also felt deflated. He sat down on Boss Huang's chest and said, "If you don't want to, that's fine, but you can't make me hold it in. Anyway, you have to find a way to help me."

There's no need for Mr. Huang to come up with a solution himself; the solution is practically on the tip of his tongue.

After thinking of a solution for more than half an hour, Mr. Huang's mouth and hands were sore from thinking.

Fang Chuan smiled and wiped the food from Huang Fuda's mouth all over his face, saying, "Boss Huang, I saw a dessert called cream puff at a cake shop before. Have you ever tried it?"

Huang Fuda didn't want to talk, so he shook his head.

"I'll buy it for you tomorrow night." Fang Chuan lowered his head and kissed Huang Fuda's lips. "But let me have a bite first."

Huang Fuda was exhausted and sleepy, and really didn't want to spend any more time with this kid. He used both his hands and feet to hug him tightly, making him unable to move at all.

After dealing with one person that night, he had to prepare to deal with another one the next morning.

Huang Fuda carefully examined the address that Bao Rongxiang had sent him.

It was unclear what he was up to, because the location was Bao Rongxiang's office.