Yellow and white chrysanthemums

The aftereffects of the car accident prevented him from staying awake for long periods. He said he wanted to watch Fang Chuan sleep, but he fell asleep first.

Fang Chuan quietly raised his head from the hospital bed and looked at him for a while.

He always wanted to kiss his boss, Mr. Huang. He wanted to at work, after get off work, while watching him eat, while listening to him talk, and even when they were just lying quietly, he still wanted to.

He slowly approached Huang Fuda's lips, but only approached. His boss, Huang, always had bad luck; now, he was even getting hit by a car while driving. If he were to be woken up by his own kiss, that would be too pitiful.

The sky was already beginning to lighten, so he went and drew the curtains even tighter, then left quietly.

After daybreak, the mountain path became much easier to walk on. The two group members were still fast asleep. He changed out of his damp clothes, lay back on the bed, and pretended that he hadn't left during the night, taking a short nap.

After a peaceful morning, everyone headed to the cafeteria for lunch.

Fang Chuan ran into Bao Rongxiang again.

Bao Rongxiang was venting his anger on his assistant because the food he ordered contained meat, and today was his day of fasting.

Actually, you can't blame the assistant. The cafeteria only has a few dishes, and at a glance, almost all of them contain some meat. It's really difficult to find purely vegetarian dishes.

But this had nothing to do with Fang Chuan. He walked past Bao Rongxiang and sat down in another corner.

The cafeteria wasn't big, and although Fang Chuan tried to avoid it, he would always accidentally look up and make eye contact with Bao Rongxiang. After this happened a few times, he stopped looking up, quickly shoveled the food into his mouth, and left first.

He lit a cigarette under a tree, took out his phone and texted Huang Fuda, asking if he was awake, if he had eaten, if he had had any tests done that morning, and what the results were.

Before Huang Fuda could reply, Bao Rongxiang responded first.

Bao Rongxiang stood beside him, borrowed a light, looked at his phone screen, and asked, "How long have you been talking to Young Master Huang?"

Fang Chuan raised his eyelids slightly, tilting his head to reveal a perfectly appropriate hint of doubt.

"Who is Young Master Huang, and what are we talking about? I don't quite understand what Boss Bao is saying."

"Of course it's Young Master Huang Fuda. Otherwise, in Xianye, besides the Yun family, which other person with the surname Huang can be called 'Young Master'? It's all because Yun Ge is supporting him. Mr. Fang, do you know that he and Young Master Yun often sleep together?"

Fang Chuan took a deep drag of his cigarette, then smiled and said, "I'm not familiar with Boss Huang, so I don't know. Boss Bao must be mistaken."

Bao Rongxiang pointed to Fang Chuan's phone, which had already gone black, and said with a playful tone, "Young Master Huang's two moles are so alluring, how could I be mistaken? Besides... I just saw them yesterday morning."

Fang Chuan froze in his smoking motion, his hand holding the phone trembling slightly. He lowered his eyes and asked, "What mole? What did you see yesterday morning?"

"The mole on my stomach, yesterday morning Young Master Huang personally took off his clothes, completely naked, and I couldn't refuse his kindness. It happened right in my office. Eh? Young Master Huang didn't tell Manager Fang about it."

Bao Rongxiang flicked his cigarette ash, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched Fang Chuan's reaction. Seeing Fang Chuan's face darken instantly, he burst into laughter.

"Did you two sleep together yesterday?" Fang Chuan asked in a low voice.

Bao Rongxiang deliberately avoided the question, saying, "Over the years, he's slept with countless people for profit. Men and women, young and old, he's dealt with all sorts of people. Doesn't even Mr. Fang know this?"

"Boss Bao came and told me what he was trying to do with all this stuff."

"I didn't mean anything by it, it's just that it's rare to have an acquaintance in the middle, so I thought I'd chat with you. Oh, by the way, I have a gift for you." Bao Rongxiang took out his phone, sent a photo, and then waved his phone, "Little Fang, remember to look at this."

Fang Chuan opened the picture and examined it line by line, noting the length of each part, the width of the waist, where there were moles and scars, remembering everything clearly. His anger flared instantly, but when he looked up, he saw that Bao Rongxiang was already gone.

He brought the cigarette to his mouth with trembling hands, but it fell to the ground just as it touched his lips. He squatted down to pick it up, but his hands wouldn't obey him, and he had to try four times before he could finally get it.

Fang Chuan's hands trembled uncontrollably, and his legs were weak, making it impossible for him to stand up. His mind was filled with images of Huang Fuda's new clothes from yesterday, and the imagined scene of Huang Fuda offering himself to Bao Rongxiang.

See, he lied to me again.

Huang Fuda replied to the message; it was a voice message.

Fang Chuan clicked play and listened to the liar's weak voice feigning pitifulness as he tried to appease him.

The scammer said he had a check-up that morning and had a mild concussion; his arm and leg would require three months of recovery, and he wouldn't be able to leave the hospital for at least two weeks. He said he had eaten hospital food for lunch, which wasn't very good. He also asked if the journey home was easy and if he had rested properly, advising him to take a nap if he wasn't busy in the morning.

He put on such a good act, sounding so concerned about himself, as if he genuinely liked and loved her. Even Huang Fuda himself, let alone the listeners, probably started to believe it.

Fang Chuan listened to these voice messages several times before typing a reply.

"You get some rest, I'll go back tomorrow."

Fang Chuan was quiet all day. Huang Fuda's phone barely rang, which he guessed was because Fang Chuan was too busy with work.

It wasn't until dinner time that another message came inquiring about Huang Fuda's health.

Is our CEO, Mr. Fang, very busy at work today?

"Yes, I'm a little busy. Remember to eat, I'll call you tonight."

Yang Zhengping visited him once during the incident and said that the young man immediately called 120 (emergency services) after hitting the person and voluntarily covered the medical expenses and compensation. However, he was too busy to visit him again.

"Sounds like they're not short of money."

Yang Zhengping placed the peeled apple in his hand and said, "Money is no object."

Huang Fuda took a bite of the apple, chewed it, and swallowed it.

"Then make him pay me more for my lost wages and emotional distress. Since he's not short of money, then I am."

Yang Zhengping couldn't resist tapping him on the head.

"You're a boss, why are you arguing with a kid?"

“Uncle Yang, the boss is also a person. He needs to eat, drink, and relieve himself. Besides, I have a large family to support. He's not short of money. This is a legitimate claim. I'm not extorting him. The losses I incur if I, as a boss, don't work for a day are much greater than those of an ordinary person.”

Yang Zhengping nodded after hearing this, "I'll talk to him when I get back."

There weren't many people coming and going in the ward today. Apart from the assistant, there were only Yang Zhengping and Captain Wang.

But in the evening, Yunge came. He asked a few simple questions about the illness, and then said, "Is there anything you want?"

Huang Fuda looked at Yun Ge's expressionless face and asked with a slightly puzzled smile, "Why did you suddenly think of giving me something, brother?"

"You're sick, isn't it normal to bring you something?"

Huang Fuda pondered for a moment, then hesitated before asking, "Anything is fine?"

"You tell me first, and I'll consider whether or not to give it to you."

“There’s a little girl at Yunshan Orphanage. She’s very well-behaved, but I’m too old to adopt her. Brother, could you help me find a good family to adopt her?”

Yung looked at him calmly, then asked, "How old are you?"

"Six years old."

"What's your name?"

"Yang Xinxing".

“I’ll have someone take care of it. Is there anything else you want?” Yung asked, his hands clasped together, his expression indifferent and unreadable.

Huang Fuda took the half-eaten apple back into his hand, smiled gratefully at Yun Ge, and then said gently, "That's all, thank you, brother."

That's it?

"It's gone."

Yunge finally showed an expression, looking a little angry, but ultimately didn't say much, only telling him to take good care of himself before leaving.

Huang Fuda had never taken anything from Yun Ge for nothing; it was always an exchange of one thing for another. He hadn't done that before, and he wouldn't do it again. But Yun Ge, nearing 40, had actually started to reminisce about brotherhood.

The room felt empty after everyone left, and since Uncle Yang had forbidden him from working, the time became even more boring.

He checked his phone every few minutes to see if Fang Chuan had sent any messages, but Fang Chuan was too busy today.

Finally, Huang Fuda couldn't resist and took the initiative to send a message to Fang Chuan.

[Is Mr. Fang still at work?]

[Soon. Does the boss miss me?]

【Um. 】

Fang Chuan did not reply, but a minute later, he took the initiative to call Huang Fuda.

"Does the boss miss me?"

"Um."

Fang Chuan chuckled a few times, then said, "I miss you too."

Are you done with your work?

"No, I just came out for a smoke." Fang Chuan flicked his cigarette ash and looked up at the moon.

"Boss, why is there only one moon, but so many stars around it?"

Looking out the window, Huang Fuda could not see any stars in the city, and the moon was also obscured by tall buildings.

"There must be a lot of stars on the mountain, but you can't see them in the city."

Fang Chuan took one last drag of his cigarette, then stubbed it out. He stopped talking about the stars and the moon, said a few more words, and then hung up the phone.

I want to finish my work as soon as possible, go down the mountain as soon as possible, and go see my boss, Mr. Huang. He has so much to say to him in person.

The next morning, Huang Fuda received an unsigned fruit basket and flowers.

The fruit basket was a normal fruit basket, but the flowers were rather unlucky. Inside were white and yellow chrysanthemums.

Yang Zhengping was furious and instead needed Huang Fuda to comfort him.

"Maybe I just didn't notice. Chrysanthemums are pretty too, I'll put them by my bedside."

"What are you displaying! Take it outside and throw it away!"

Huang Fuda hurriedly greeted Captain Wang with a smile, instructing him to take Yang Zhengping back to the station. Director Yang finally left, not forgetting to throw the chrysanthemum into the trash can before he did.

Huang Fuda leaned against the bed and asked the caregiver to place the chrysanthemums by his bedside. He didn't care about such things; he had heard too many curses, what was a bouquet of flowers?

At noon, Fang Chuan arrived, bringing a meal he had prepared. He stared at the bouquet of flowers for a moment, momentarily stunned.

Who sent the flowers?

"I don't know, but it looks pretty good, doesn't it?"

Fang Chuan didn't say anything, took the flowers, went out, and threw them outside the building.

When he returned, he stood by the bedside, not mentioning the bouquet of flowers again. He asked a few simple questions about Huang Fuda's condition, then opened the lunchbox and personally fed him bite by bite. His attitude was firm, and Huang Fuda refused several times to no avail.

After feeding him, he dampened a tissue and gently wiped his boss Huang's mouth. Then he sat on the stool by the bed, grabbed Huang Fuda's right hand, and looked at it carefully: "Boss, do you know what size ring you wear?"

Huang Fuda turned his head slightly to look at him. Fang Chuan seemed to have lost weight these past two days, and looked quite haggard.

"have no idea."

"Boss, I know, I know every single one of your fingers."

Huang Fuda chuckled and asked, "You measured it secretly?"

Fang Chuan intertwined his fingers with Huang Fuda's, kissing each one one by one, then tilted his head and smiled at Huang Fuda, saying, "Why would I need to secretly measure you?"

"A dog told me this in a dream."