What do you think he's after?

"Sigh, not long ago, when our Shengxiang, Anguo, and Qihe were embroiled in a huge lawsuit by that plague couple, Boss Huang's Yun Island business was still thriving. Who knew that Yun Island next door would run into trouble in the blink of an eye? It's just the way things are."

Huang Fuda turned to look at him with a smile and said, "That's not right. That couple didn't come to Yun Island because they looked down on my little hotel. As for the hotel next door, I decided to sell it myself. What does it have to do with the cycle of karma? Did you force me to do it?"

Anguo's manager chimed in, "Our business dealings with Yundao are a mutually agreeable one, and everyone is quite happy, so let's not bring it up."

“Why don’t you mention Kaixin? Let me hear how much money Boss Huang made, so I can have some fun too,” Qihe’s manager chimed in with a grin.

At this moment, Bao Rongxiang slapped his thigh and said loudly, "We're here to have fun, not to talk business!"

Everyone laughed amicably again.

Huang Fuda poured wine for Yun Ge, peeled fruit, and did all the other tasks of drinking with him, except that he didn't have to feed Yun Ge himself.

Huang Fuda was badly tormented by Fang Chuan yesterday, and the marks on his body were most noticeable today. He hadn't expected Yun Ge to come, so he didn't bother to cover them up, simply wearing a long-sleeved shirt. Anyone around him could see them if they glanced at him.

However, no one said anything, and Yun Ge didn't even look at him properly.

But the others who didn't get along with Huang Fuda were different. They deliberately provoked him by asking, "Has Boss Huang changed his taste? I remember he didn't like being so rough before. His wrists are all bruised. Tsk tsk tsk, and his neck is covered in teeth marks. The new guy next to him is pretty fierce."

All eyes fell on Huang Fuda's ambiguous posture, even Yun Ge, who had been ignoring him, turned to look at him. Then, that pale and indifferent face showed a rare frown.

Huang Fuda didn't respond, but just chuckled and looked down. But when he looked down, he revealed a string of teeth marks on the back of his neck.

Yun Ge looked at the neck, put down his wine glass, and his gaze fell on Yu Xiangyang in the corner.

“Young Master Huang brought a new face today. Come here and let us take a look.” Bao Rongxiang noticed Yun Ge’s gaze and tactfully shifted the focus to Yu Xiangyang.

Seeing that Huang Fuda made no comment and not daring to offend anyone present, Yu Xiangyang stood up and walked to the opposite side of Bao Rongxiang.

Everyone in the room, including Yung, was looking at him.

"You look quite well-behaved. Since you're here, just keep your boss company. Why are you sitting so far away? Go sit next to your boss."

Bao Rongxiang pointed to the middle between Huang Fuda and the restaurant manager. But Yu Xiangyang took a step forward and stood between Yun Ge and Huang Fuda.

He wasn't stupid. Having been here for so long, he naturally knew who was the most powerful person present. Since Yu Xiangyang was going to curry favor with someone, he should curry favor with the most powerful one.

Huang Fuda guessed what he was up to. The Yun family was in turmoil, and he didn't really want Yu Xiangyang to go. He silently stared at Yu Xiangyang for a few seconds, but seeing that he had no intention of changing his mind, he stopped paying attention to him.

Huang Fuda stood up slightly to give Yu Xiangyang the middle seat, and then said, "Pour some wine for Young Master Yun."

Yung looked at Huang Fuda and spoke to him for the first time that night, “Huang Fuda, I don’t want what everyone else has already chewed up.”

He did not accept the wine offered by Yu Xiangyang.

Huang Fuda smiled but didn't reply. He sat back down next to Yun Ge, took the wine glass from Yu Xiangyang, and offered it to Yun Ge again. Seeing that Yun Ge still didn't take it, he chuckled softly and asked, "Brother, don't be angry. How about I feed you?"

Yung gave him a deep look, took the wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

Yu Xiangyang, who had failed to gain an advantage, sat there awkwardly. Seeing Yun Ge's attitude, the others on the field paid him no heed; even Huang Fuda ignored him.

He didn't get a single person on his way until Yung got up to leave.

But as Yunge was about to leave, she pointed at him and said, "Come with me."

Yu Xiangyang was delighted. He greeted Huang Fuda and immediately got up to follow.

Huang Fuda, noticing Yun Ge's unusual behavior, became suspicious. Bao Rongxiang, who was standing next to him, glanced at the three of them, then leaned down and whispered in Huang Fuda's ear, "Human life is cheap."

Upon hearing this, he was startled and immediately got up and left the private room.

When Yu Xiangyang was found in the parking lot, he was being held and standing blankly next to YunGe's car, with blood flowing from his mouth and nose.

Huang Fuda walked up, but didn't dare to put the person down directly. He just bent down and leaned close to the car window, smiling ingratiatingly: "Brother, what does he know? I made the decision on my own. Don't be angry."

The car door opened automatically, and Huang Fuda obediently got into the car.

Yun Ge told the driver to close all the car windows, then turned to look at Huang Fuda.

"Take off your clothes."

Outside the car, the muffled sounds of Yu Xiangyang being beaten could be heard. Huang Fuda stopped smiling and took off his shirt.

He had just taken it off when a heavy slap landed on his face. He was jolted to the side, and his head slammed into the car window, leaving a clear handprint.

My vision went black, and my face burned with pain.

"Cheap goods."

Huang Fuda remained silent for a moment, then gently shook his head, raised it, and called out, "Brother,"

"Please stop making me take the blame for people's deaths."

Yun Ge frowned upon hearing this, took a few deep breaths, and then told him to get dressed and get out of the car.

After Huang Fuda closed the car door and left, Yun Ge asked the driver, "What do you think he's after?"

Seeing Yun Ge's obvious displeasure, the driver tried to comfort him, saying, "I remember you met Young Master Huang when you were 27. I still remember the first time we met. Young Master Huang held your hand tightly as if he was afraid of being abandoned. It's been twelve years. You know Young Master Huang's temper. He's just as stubborn as the young master. He can't get over the hurdle with the young master."

The slap had warmed Yun Ge's icy hands. He looked at his reddened palms and recalled the first time he met Huang Fuda.

At that time, he wasn't called Huang Fuda yet; he was called Huang An, a name given to him by Yang Zhengping. This 16-year-old boy, after learning he was Yunfeng's older brother, called him "brother" repeatedly, as if he wanted to be Yunfeng's younger brother even more than Yunfeng did. He even held his own hand, rubbing it gently to warm it, and asked why it was so cold, if he was cold.

We were so obedient back then.

Huang Fuda took Yu Xiangyang into the bathroom and told him to wash off the blood. Then he washed his own face with water, and as soon as he finished, he turned around and saw Bao Rongxiang.

“Young Master Huang, shouldn’t you thank me?” Bao Rongxiang stood behind Huang Fuda, looking at Huang Fuda’s face with the slap mark in the mirror.

Huang Fuda tried to give a polite smile as usual, but half of his face twitched in pain. Bao Rongxiang touched his face and said, "Young Master Yun, you really have the heart to do that. I couldn't bear to."

“Last time I had my assistant deliver a thank-you gift to Boss Bao, but you didn’t accept it. This time, we can do it together. What would Boss Bao like?” Huang Fuda took two steps to the side, distancing himself from him.

Bao Rongxiang raised his chin at Yu Xiangyang, "I'm different from Young Master Yun. I like to eat what others have already chewed up. This kid is good, his personality is like yours, I like him."

Yu Xiangyang looked up at him, then glanced at Huang Fuda, seemingly at a loss.

Yun Ge's performance just now really scared him. He wanted to climb up the ranks, but he also wanted to live.

Bao Rongxiang noticed his worry and continued, "I'm not like Young Master Yun. I'm, well... more gentle."

At this point, Huang Fuda spoke up: "This is Manager Bao from Beihong Real Estate. You can choose. You can leave if you want, or I'll take you back if you don't."

Upon hearing the words "Beihong Real Estate," Yu Xiangyang immediately forgot all his worries. He decided to give it another shot; he couldn't possibly die.

He was gradually led away by Bao Rongxiang, and the words Bao Rongxiang said drifted to Huang Fuda's ears on the wind.

"Hey, what does he moan in bed? Do you fuck him, or does he fuck you?"

I'll fuck your dam.

Huang Fuda's brow twitched, and he suppressed his nausea as he went home.

When Huang Fuda arrived at his building, he saw Fang Chuan looking around at the entrance. Fang Chuan's eyes widened instantly when he saw his boss, Huang, return.

"What happened to your face? Who hit you?"

Fang Chuan cautiously approached Huang Fuda's face, but dared not touch the swollen handprint.

He was afraid that his boss, Mr. Huang, would be in pain.

"It's alright, how long have you been waiting downstairs?" Huang Fuda swiped his card to open the stairwell door, held the door open to let Fang Chuan in, and then swiped his card to open the elevator.

"For over half an hour, no one went in or out of the building, so I had to wait outside. What happened to your face...?"

"I'll give you a spare card later, so you don't have to wait outside."

Fang Chuan followed behind Huang Fuda, his eyes fixed on Huang Fuda's face. He wanted to ask more questions, such as who hit him, why he hit him, and why he obediently took the beating. There were too many questions he wanted to ask, but in the end, he only cautiously condensed them into one sentence: "Does it hurt?"

Huang Fuda paused in his hand as he unlocked the combination lock, and replied softly, "It doesn't hurt."

As soon as he entered the door, Fang Chuan started rummaging through the refrigerator looking for ice packs, but he couldn't find any. So he grabbed a bottle of ice-cold beer and put it on Huang Fuda's face.

Fang Chuan smelled the alcohol on Huang Fuda and asked, "Did you only drink alcohol? Did you eat anything?"

Looking at Fang Chuan's eager face, Huang Fuda asked, "You came without eating? Then wait a moment, I'll cook you a bowl of noodles."

Huang Fuda put down his beer and got up to go to the kitchen, but Fang Chuan stopped him.

“I’m asking ‘you’,” Fang Chuan emphasized.

"...I ate some."

Fang Chuan rolled his eyes and went into the kitchen to find ingredients to cook. His boss, Mr. Huang, was delicate and never ate takeout, so he had to cook for himself.

He was busy in the kitchen when Huang Fuda quietly appeared behind him.

"Fang Chuan, how long will it take for the HVAC and drainage systems at Yunquanhui to be completed?"

“We can talk about work during work hours. I only have one hour a day, can’t you talk to me about something else?” Fang Chuan looked back at him with drooping eyebrows and a hint of helplessness.

Huang Fuda smiled, lowered his head, and casually asked, "Then can I at least see the video?"

Fang Chuan stiffened for a moment. "Why are you looking at that?"

"So you're allowed to watch secretly, but I, the main character, am not allowed to watch?"

“I didn’t peek,” Fang Chuan turned around and glanced at him again, “I looked openly and honestly.”

Huang Fuda moved to Fang Chuan's side and carefully observed Fang Chuan's facial expression.

"You didn't actually take any pictures, did you? Our Xiao Fang is such a moral person, how could she do such a thing?"

Fang Chuan stopped what he was doing, squinted at him and smiled: "Would you like to see my screensaver?"

As he spoke, he took out his phone and turned on the screen.

The screen showed a reddish flesh-colored area with two small black dots in the center.

"The boss has two moles on his lower abdomen, which are very beautiful. When I go in, I can just reach those spots."

...

Huang Fuda was silent for a moment, then was about to lift his clothes to look. Fang Chuan was shocked when he saw this and covered his hand, which was about to unbuckle his belt.

"If you want to see, go back to your bedroom. Don't take your pants off in front of me!"

Huang Fuda couldn't help but smile, then turned and went into the bedroom. When he came out again, he had changed into his pajamas, and dinner was already set on the table.

As the two ate, Fang Chuan kept glancing at Huang Fuda's handprint.

After a long silence, Fang Chuan said, "I'll show you the video, but you have to answer a few questions for me truthfully."