The one who tied the knot must untie it.

Boss, let's go for a drive in the mountains tonight!

【What time is it? 】

Not necessarily, wait for me at my house.

Fang Chuan seemed very busy today and didn't come home all day. Huang Fuda took the dog for a walk after his lunch party. After the walk, he saw the dog looking up at him longingly, so he took the dog home with him.

When Huang Fuda received Fang Chuan's message, he had just woken up from his drunken stupor. After a quick wash, he put leashes on the cats and dogs, went downstairs, and took them to the pet park for a good time before heading to Fang Chuan's house.

Fang Chuan didn't return until seven or eight o'clock, looking travel-worn.

"Boss, wait for me a moment. I'm going to take a shower first, and then we'll leave."

Huang Fuda said there was no rush, and went to the pet room to play with the two dogs for a while. Fang Chuan took a long time to shower, and Huang Fuda kept glancing towards the bathroom, wondering if he had fallen asleep.

Finally, Fang Chuan finished showering and came out. He casually wrapped himself in a bathrobe and walked to the dressing room to call Huang Fuda over.

"Boss, what do you think I should wear?"

Two walls were covered with clothes, neatly hung according to the seasons, while the other two walls were filled with shoes and accessories. Huang Fuda was overwhelmed by the sight and said, "Anything is fine to wear."

Fang Chuan brought his face close to Huang Fuda's and joked, "Does that mean I look good in anything?"

Avoiding Fang Chuan, Huang Fuda sat on the small sofa in the dressing room, propping his head up and looking him up and down. Fang Chuan was tall and slender with handsome features. When he wasn't smiling, he had an air of gentlemanly refinement, and when he smiled, he was very lively. He really did look good in anything.

Yes, that's right.

After he finished praising her, Fang Chuan, who had been flirting earlier, suddenly lost her composure and secretly blushed. Fang Chuan eagerly picked up several pieces of clothing, trying them on one by one, and turning to show them to Huang Fuda whenever she liked them. After dawdling like this for over ten minutes, Huang Fuda gave up. He randomly pointed to a pair of shorts and a shirt, and the two prepared to leave.

Fang Chuan was driving a new black sedan today, one he'd never seen before. It smelled sweet and pleasant. It wasn't too hot tonight, and there was a slight breeze. As the two chatted, a faint, lingering smell of alcohol from Huang Fuda wafted into Fang Chuan's nose.

"Did you drink during the day?"

"Yeah, I treated some people to lunch. I also made some money."

Fang Chuan laughed and said, "That's too much trouble. Just come to me, and I'll definitely give you more than others."

"Borrowing 1 yuan from 100 people is different from borrowing 100 yuan from one person. Fang Chuan, I can't pay you back."

Fang Chuan turned his head and pretended to be surprised, asking in shock, "Don't tell me you're planning to renege on those 100 people's claims?"

Huang Fuda also joined in the joke.

"Why are you telling the truth?"

After saying that, the two of them burst into laughter in the car.

The car drove away from the city and headed up the mountain. There were hardly any cars on the mountain, and the road looked like it had only been built a few years ago; it was very wide.

Huang Fuda closed his eyes contentedly as the summer breeze blew. Music was playing in the car, the melody soft and like a whisper. The singer's voice was familiar, but Huang Fuda couldn't remember who it was for a moment, so he asked who it was.

"Does it sound good?"

The clear male voice beside him instantly overlapped with the male voice from the speakers. Huang Fuda turned his head and looked at him with a smile, saying confidently, "You sang it."

"Does it sound good?"

"It sounds nice."

"This is a song written by my old band, which I bought." Fang Chuan reached out and turned the speakers down a bit. "Want me to give you a live version?"

Huang Fuda said softly, "We're in for a treat today."

Fang Chuan's voice was very clear, and when lowered, it had a hint of coquetry. His soft love songs drifted on the road with the wind, and in the silent summer night, only he was repeatedly expressing his feelings.

After a long silence in the car, Fang Chuan smiled and said, "Didn't you like it? Clap your hands!"

Huang Fuda then offered a few words of praise, after which the two fell silent again.

Fang Chuan glanced at Huang Fuda's profile and said, "I'll give you 5% preferred stock. Stop running around drinking with people."

"What are the conditions?"

"No conditions. I'm willing."

"I don't want to."

"Why wouldn't you want it? You wouldn't even take it if it were free?"

Huang Fuda looked straight ahead and said calmly, "Are you planning to take care of me as your sugar daddy?"

…Could I say it? Fang Chuan wanted to, but could he really say it?

He thought for a few seconds, then lowered his eyebrows and coaxed, "That's not what I meant. How about this, I've just started a new restaurant line, you can go and manage it for me, you'll get your salary as usual, and I'll also give you 2% of the shares. You won't be getting it for nothing."

2%?

"What stock?"

"Just ordinary stocks."

Huang Fuda looked at him meaningfully and said, "Give me 3%, and I'll give you half of the hotel."

The music grew louder, and the intense drumbeats followed the mountain road all the way up. Fang Chuan tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and sighed with a smile, "Okay."

The car quickly reached the top of the mountain, and the two stood by the car door, overlooking the entire city's night view.

The wind, carrying the scent of grass, brushed through their hair. Accompanied by the chirping of insects and music, Fang Chuan said softly, "Boss, I want to show you something."

Huang Fuda asked in confusion, "What is that?"

Fang Chuan took out the divorce certificate from his pocket and handed it to Huang Fuda, indicating that he should look at it himself.

“I married Chen Qing for profit, there was no love between us, we never slept together, and the child is hers with another man. We didn’t divorce before because she hadn’t taken over the company yet, but now that she’s finished dealing with that, I’m divorcing her immediately.”

"Um."

?

Is that all there is to it?

Fang Chuan turned his head to observe his expression carefully, but couldn't see anything. Fang Chuan pursed his lips, picked it up, opened it, and showed it to Huang Fuda.

"Boss, take a look, this is mine."

“Yes, I saw it.” Huang Fuda pushed the divorce certificate away. “This is between the two of you. You don’t need to prove anything to me, and I have no right to interfere.”

The young man lowered his head uncomfortably, gathered his thoughts, and then looked up at Huang Fuda with a smile: "But I care a lot. I'm just waiting to officially pursue you after the divorce. Before, I was too hesitant to make it clear because of this."

Huang Fuda chuckled and said, "You did what you were supposed to do before the divorce."

"no the same."

Fang Chuan said solemnly, "At least now I won't worry about you bringing up my marital status anymore. If I want to pursue you, I don't need to hide it from others."

He led Huang Fuda to the back of the car, opened the trunk, and found it filled with red roses, interspersed with warm-colored LED strips, and a small box fixed in the center. The wind blew, causing the flower branches to sway gently, releasing their fragrance.

Huang Fuda was stunned. No wonder the car smelled so good today. He looked at Fang Chuan and saw Fang Chuan's expectant face and eyes full of stars.

"Huang Fuda, can I pursue you?"

A gentle laugh escaped from Huang Fuda's throat.

"You didn't seem to give me a chance to refuse."

"So I was just asking." Fang Chuan tilted his head and smiled brightly at Huang Fuda. Then he turned around, took out the velvet box from the trunk, and asked, "Can I give you a gift?"

Before Huang Fuda could answer, he opened the box, inside which were the car keys—the very keys to this car.

"Now that you're the boss, I'll take the liberty of getting you a new car."

Fang Chuan knew he would accept it. Given Huang Fuda's current status, his old car was no longer suitable for social occasions. His initial funds would definitely be used to support the hotel, leaving no extra money to buy a car. Gifts had to be thoughtful, like this car, which was just right for commuting or socializing.

Huang Fuda took the car keys out of the box, rubbed them a few times, then looked up at Fang Chuan and said thank you gently and sincerely.

Fang Chuan smiled with narrowed eyes, then sat down among the roses. The warm light made him look like a piece of honey jade. He reached out and picked a rose, gently scratching Huang Fuda's chest, and hooked his foot around Huang Fuda's leg.

"Boss, would you like this gift from me?"

Looking at the handsome man amidst the roses, Huang Fuda said helplessly, "Isn't this a bit too expensive?"

“We’ve been there so many times, one more time won’t make a difference.” Fang Chuan propped himself up with his hands, half-lying in the pile of flowers, then raised his legs and wrapped them around Huang Fuda’s waist, extremely docile.

"Boss, I've already washed it clean."

Huang Fuda placed his hand on Fang Chuan's leg, wanting to push it away, but dared not use force, and could only shift his gaze away from the young man. Perhaps he couldn't even be called a young man anymore; Fang Chuan was 27 this year, already a ripe fruit exuding the fragrance of mature fruit.

"No wonder you took so long to shower after you got back, so that's what you were doing."

Fang Chuan laughed out loud, pulled the man over with his leg, and then dragged Huang Fuda down into the flower bed by the collar. Huang Fuda was pulled face down, his hands on the back seat, only half an arm's length away from Fang Chuan.

"Boss, do you really not want it?" Fang Chuan tightened his legs, released his grip on the collar, and began to pull at his own shirt. However, the rose thorns were not completely removed, and in the process, they pierced several holes in Fang Chuan's body, causing blood to seep out instantly.

"Don't lie here."

Huang Fuda placed his right hand on Fang Chuan's waist, and with Fang Chuan's help, he pulled him up and lifted him up, while his left hand closed the trunk.

He put the person in the back seat and then said, "Fang Chuan, I can't agree to you right now. I said I've let go of everything before, but it wasn't all true. Ever since I met you, I've been thinking about the past all the time, and I always have to rely on alcohol and drugs to fall asleep at night. I'm not as forgiving as you think."

Fang Chuan smiled frankly and said, "I know you secretly drank at night when you were at my house."

Huang Fuda looked embarrassed for a moment, then reached out to wipe away the fresh beads of blood that had seeped out on Fang Chuan. Fang Chuan took the opportunity to grab his hand, rubbed it against his face, then put the large hand behind his head and hugged Huang Fuda's waist.

The music in the car was soft and gentle. Fang Chuan nestled against him and said softly, "I know you're feeling awkward, so I didn't expect you to be with me right now. Let me pursue you slowly, okay? I won't force you to do anything. I just want to love you with everything I have."

Huang Fuda patted Fang Chuan's head and then said, "You'll regret this."

“No matter the outcome, it’s what I deserve, I accept it.” Fang Chuan climbed up his neck and pressed his lips against Huang Fuda’s, as soft as they were back then.

"May I kiss you?"

"Didn't you already kiss him?"

Huang Fuda slowly pushed the person down, closed his eyes and deepened the kiss. The person beneath him instantly became impatient, pressing against Huang Fuda's neck and demanding more, refusing to let go even when coughing from choking.

The car doors were tightly closed. Huang Fuda held Fang Chuan's head with his hand, and was bumped repeatedly. He looked at the tear stains at the corners of Fang Chuan's eyes and gently wiped them away.

Did it hurt?

"It doesn't hurt, it feels great—" His head was slammed against the car door, and his pleasant voice cracked. Fang Chuan's vision went black, and his soles burned. After he recovered, he chuckled hoarsely, "I like it, I want more."

Huang Fuda touched Fang Chuan's wet eyes, "I'll listen to you, but you're not allowed to cry anymore."

The car swayed and stopped, stopped and swayed again, a restless summer night, and two restless people.

The moon quietly rose high in the sky, and the city lights gradually went out. On the desolate mountaintop, there was only a black car parked quietly.

Fang Chuan pressed the person against him and whispered, "I like it when you're on top of me. It feels so heavy and makes me feel so secure, more secure than ever before."

"I'm afraid I'll crush you." Huang Fuda tried to get up, but was pressed down again. Their chests were pressed tightly together, so close that they could feel each other's heartbeats.

"Boss, I want a title," Fang Chuan whispered in Huang Fuda's ear. "I want to be your professional sex worker."

Huang Fuda chuckled and asked, "Just sleeping?"

“That’s not important,” Fang Chuan cupped Huang Fuda’s face and looked at him earnestly. “You used to need someone to sleep with you, so why don’t you ask me? Until you can fall asleep normally without medicine or alcohol, let me stay with you, okay?”

Huang Fuda said calmly, "You know why I can't sleep, right?"

"...The one who tied the knot must untie it, so let me give it a try."

"But what if I get worse?"

Fang Chuan lowered his eyes and hesitated before saying, "Give me two years. If it still doesn't work out by then, we can just be friends."

But Fang Chuan messed things up that very night. When Huang Fuda drove the person back, it was already one in the morning. Even at such a late hour, there was still someone waiting downstairs at Fang Chuan's place.