Airplane ticket
Mr. Huang was in a bad mood. He used to smile warmly at his subordinates, but now although he still smiled, something just didn't feel right.
Assistant Li gave Huang Fuda a general overview of the itinerary, only to find that Mr. Huang was touching his ring, lost in thought.
"Mr. Huang."
“…Hmm?” Huang Fuda snapped back to reality.
"I'm having dinner with the new designers of Cloud Island at 7 pm tonight."
"good."
"In addition, General Manager Wu of Tiancheng has contacted you to ask when you would be available."
Huang Fuda stopped touching the ring. "I'll contact her myself. You don't need to worry about it."
As soon as Assistant Li left, Huang Fuda contacted General Manager Wu, and the two arranged to meet at noon at an elegant Japanese restaurant.
The raw fish in his mouth was cold and fishy. After listening to what Boss Wu said, he drank some hot soup to cover up the fishy smell.
"I don't care much about the videos, and you don't need to apologize to me. Just delete them all."
General Wu looked up at him and said calmly, "I am indeed sorry about the video, but I will not delete it, and I will not approve of the two of you being together. I will discipline him properly, and you can give up on that idea."
Huang Fuda lowered his head, looked at the ring on his hand, and then asked, "You locked him up again?"
"It wasn't locked; it was sent abroad."
"Even if they are relatives, this is still considered illegal detention."
“He wanted to study abroad back in high school, and now that he can finally leave Xianye, I don’t need to keep him locked up.”
General Wu skipped over this topic.
"Huang Fuda, to be honest, I don't like you."
"I know."
"So when he went crazy and wanted to sabotage your project, I just went along with it. I didn't want you two to develop anything further, so naturally the more you hate him, the better," General Manager Wu changed the subject, "but how can you still like him?"
"General Manager Wu," Huang Fuda wiped his mouth, "you can just consider me cheap."
“He’s been by my side for so long, I’ve gotten used to it, and I can’t bear to see him go.”
After clearing his throat with sake, Huang Fuda glanced at the time and said, "Did General Wu invite me just to threaten me with a video to stop me from bothering your son?"
"Also, I apologize to you on his behalf."
“Then General Manager Wu is no different from him.” Huang Fuda put on his coat and called a waiter to come in and help him up from the tatami.
"Who will apologize to me for you next time, Fang Chuan? You two are quite the character."
General Wu called Huang Fuda over.
“Xiao Chuan has been outstanding since he was a child. He has won awards in national physics, modeling, and Olympiad competitions. He has also achieved advanced levels in guzheng, piano, and calligraphy. He learns quickly, but he loses interest just as quickly. Occasionally, when he encounters something difficult, he gets engrossed in it for a while, but once he gets it, the novelty wears off, like with you.”
"Huang Fuda, how long do you think his interest in you will last?"
"You'll have to ask him about that."
As Wu Zong watched Huang Fuda's retreating figure, he continued, "Xiao Chuan likes you to some extent, so he still has some reservations about it on video. But I'm different. If you dare to cross the line, don't blame me for being impolite."
Huang Fuda sat in his office, telling Cheng Cheng to leave, while he stared at the ring on his hand for a long time. He took the ring off, put it in a drawer, and then saw the voice recorder he had used last time.
Fang Chuan actually brought the examination reports later; he had three fractured ribs on his left side and minor internal bleeding. He stubbornly waited two days before going for a checkup.
Huang Fuda asked him if he didn't feel any pain even though his bone was fractured. Fang Chuan replied that he had forgotten because he was in a hurry.
Seeing his expression, Huang Fuda couldn't get angry.
He couldn't understand where Fang Chuan got the audacity to cause trouble at Yun Ge's company, or to break into Yun Ge's home without permission.
Fang Chuan seemed fearless, only crying in front of me, sobbing in my arms.
But Huang Fuda was afraid; he was terrified when he thought about it later. Yun Ge never showed his emotions; he would never reveal his intentions beforehand, but would keep them to himself until he had enough before making his move.
No one dared to be so presumptuous in front of him. Huang Fuda didn't know if half a beating would be enough to settle Fang Chuan's debt, nor did he dare to ask.
During that time, afraid of getting angry, he would conspire with his assistant Li to secretly switch his meals, then sit across from him on the sofa and pretend to be oblivious, genuinely believing he couldn't tell the difference.
And then there were the rings; he spent a long time picking them out by himself at the counter.
Huang Fuda felt very upset. He wished he didn't like him, wished there was no video, and wished he had never met him.
By 7 p.m., everyone had arrived in the private room.
Huang Fuda brought his assistant Li, and three people from the design team, including a student. Yunshi brought a project director, and Bei Hong brought Yu Xiangyang.
Yu Xiangyang arrived early, and Huang Fuda was a little surprised to see him when he came in. Yu Xiangyang, on the other hand, was very natural, taking the initiative to stand up and shake hands with him, saying that he was the deputy manager of the Beihong project.
We were discussing serious matters, and since there were students present, we didn't drink much alcohol. By the time we finished, everyone was sober and stood up straight.
Only when facing the sun did he walk with a limp.
Huang Fuda approached him and asked, "What happened to your left foot?"
"I twisted my ankle." Yu Xiangyang was having trouble walking, but he still tried his best to keep up and see the guest off.
Huang Fuda pulled him back, making him walk at the very back with him.
"Was it a sprain or a beating?"
“…I sprained it.” Yu Xiangyang smiled at Huang Fuda, then pointed to Huang Fuda’s leg, which was in a cast.
"I heard Mr. Huang was in a car accident. Does his leg still hurt? How long will it take to heal?"
Huang Fuda looked at him for a while, then looked away. "It will take more than two months before the cast is removed."
"You'll come with me in a little while."
"Mr. Huang, I have something to do in a bit," Yu Xiangyang said.
"Two minutes will be enough. Is Manager Yu busy?"
Seeing Huang Fuda's unhappy face, Yu Xiangyang agreed.
After everyone left, Huang Fuda led him into an empty private room and closed the door.
"Roll up your trouser legs."
Yu Xiangyang limped back two steps. "Boss Huang, isn't this inappropriate?"
"How about I have my assistant come in and help you?"
“It was Mr. Bao who made the call, Mr. Huang doesn’t need to look at it.”
"...Let me see."
Yu Xiangyang rolled up his trouser leg, revealing that his entire calf was swollen, as if it had been injured for a long time.
Huang Fuda looked away. "I can try to help you, but it might not work. If he's willing to release the person, then leave Xianye and don't come back."
"…Thank you, Mr. Huang, but no need. This was my own choice. Besides, I'm doing fine now." Yu Xiangyang had lost a lot of weight, and his clothes looked too heavy for him to hold up. His once permed curls had been straightened and dyed black, and his large amber eyes looked empty. He didn't look fine at all.
If I had to say, the clothes he wore were quite expensive.
Seeing him like this, Huang Fuda frowned, ignored him, and started walking out on his crutches. He stopped halfway, looked down at the cast on his left leg, and then suddenly turned around.
"Yu Xiangyang, why did he hit you?"
"I'm either in a bad mood, or I'm in an overly good mood."
Where were you the day I had my car accident?
"I work at a company."
"How do you know which day it is? I didn't mention it."
Yu Xiangyang smiled calmly, "I heard about your car accident the day after it happened, so I remember that I was at the company that night."
Huang Fuda blocked the doorway and stood facing him.
“I got home close to 11 p.m. that day. Why were you at the company?”
"Overtime, you know."
Huang Fuda looked at his legs and asked in a deep voice, "It wasn't your turn to play today. Bao Rongxiang sent you, didn't he?"
"The manager is away on a business trip, so Mr. Bao asked me to come instead."
"Nonsense!" Huang Fuda frowned and raised his eyes, saying sharply, "He deliberately made you limp in front of me. Were you the one driving? Who was Bao Rongxiang originally going to hit!"
Yu Xiangyang limped to the door, grabbed Huang Fuda's arm, and said with a smile, "Hey, Mr. Huang, you're overthinking things. There's no such thing. Why would I bump into you for no reason? Let's go, I really have something to do."
Seeing that Huang Fuda still wouldn't move aside, Yu Xiangyang also lowered his hand. "Please don't make things difficult for me. I really have other things to do. I was also very sad to know that you were hit. Boss Huang has been very good to me, but you can't wrong me like this."
Huang Fuda stepped aside, watching Yu Xiangyang limp away. His mind was in turmoil; could it be that he was really overthinking things?
Unable to concentrate on his work, he went directly to the hospital to see Director Yang, only to be told that Director Yang had been discharged.
Helpless, I went home, lay down, closed my eyes, and started to sort things out from the day I went to the office.
Bao Rongxiang was summoned to Director Yang's office, but he brushed him off. That's it, the past is closed.
Bao Rongxiang went up the mountain and met Fang Chuan.
A few days later, he and Director Yang were in a car accident on their way home.
…Fang Chuan.
Huang Fuda paused, then suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at the chandelier on the ceiling, his hands growing cold.
He met Fang Chuan on the first day he went up the mountain, so why did he specifically choose the day after his car accident to talk about what happened in the office?
Even though it was all in the past, he suddenly brought up old grievances... because he discovered he had been deceived on the day of the car accident.
Because he had hit Yun Ge's person, he had to give Yun Ge an explanation, which is why Yu Xiangyang's leg was broken, and it was the exact same left leg.
On the anniversary celebration, Bao Rongxiang was not joking at all.
Huang Fuda sat up in bed and looked around for his phone.
Yun Ge must have found out afterward, otherwise he wouldn't have suddenly come to the ward the next day with such a nice attitude. When has he ever given me anything for free? I actually believed him.
He was willing to personally adopt Little Star, which clearly means he traded one of his legs and one of his arms for her.
"Uncle Yang, where are you now?"
"Just came out of a meeting, what's wrong?"
"I'll come pick you up and take you home in a bit."
"How old am I? Do you think I need to answer this, you little brat? I have something to do, I'm hanging up now."
Director Yang's refusal was ineffective, and half an hour later, Xiao Zhang and Huang Fuda appeared at the bureau. Director Yang was indeed busy, working until 2 a.m., and Huang Fuda also waited until 2 a.m.
They picked up the people and put them in Huang Fuda's own car. Xiao Zhang drove, Director Yang was in the back seat, and Huang Fuda was in the passenger seat.
"Kid, why are you sitting in the front?" Director Yang asked, looking up at him.
"The view ahead is bright, we can see clearly." Huang Fuda fastened his seatbelt and asked, "Uncle Yang, what was the name of the person who hit us last time?"
Director Yang thought silently for a while, then said, "I don't remember. I only remember there were two words. What's wrong?"
Huang Fuda frowned slightly and looked at Yang Zhengping in the back seat through the front mirror. "Is his name Yu Xiangyang?"
Director Yang's eyes lit up, and he said, "Not Yu Xiangyang, but also surnamed Yang. Yang something else, I can't remember. Why are you suddenly asking this?"
"...Nothing, just asking." Huang Fuda turned around, "What does that driver do? Where is he from?"
"They're from the Tianjin area. Their family is wealthy. They drive around the Gobi and desert in the west of our area. They've been driving for so long that they're tired and don't notice."
Director Yang looked at him with a smile and asked, "What's wrong, kid? Did you think you didn't get enough money last time? You won't get any more now."
It was like walking into a fog; you could clearly see the exit, but were told it wasn't. Huang Fuda turned around blankly and asked again, "It has nothing to do with... Bao Rongxiang?"
"Bao Rongxiang? The boss of Bei Hong? What's my relationship with him? He's always trying to treat me to meals. I just managed to find some time to have a meal with him a while ago."
The car quietly stopped in the night. Huang Fuda saw Director Yang about to get out of the car and hurriedly turned around to stop him.
"Uncle, is there something you forgot back then?"
"If I could leak this, I wouldn't be the bureau chief. Don't overthink it, it's late, go back to sleep. And don't forget to let me see your boyfriend sometime."
Fang Chuan, and Fang Chuan again.
Watching Uncle Yang get out of the car and walk away, Huang Fuda turned to Xiao Zhang and asked, "Any news about Fang Chuan?"
"Right now, we can only find one plane ticket for him to Germany this morning." Xiao Zhang considered for a moment, then said, "As for where he will go after he gets off the plane, we can't find that."
Huang Fuda touched the ring on his hand and lowered his eyes.
Once he got the girl, the novelty wore off, and he grew tired of her, he finally left that home and went abroad as he had wished.
He clutched the ring in his hand, closed his eyes, and asked, "Are you sure the person boarded the plane?"
"Uncertain."
"...Then let's look again."
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