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Huang Fuda asked his assistant, Li, to open the door and bring in the flowers. The deliveryman thanked him repeatedly and then ran off without stopping.
The nurse came in and said to Huang Fuda, "I know this isn't your fault, but sending this to the inpatient department is not a good thing. Some older people can't stand seeing this. At least the chrysanthemums from the previous two days were real flowers, but this is really going too far."
Huang Fuda sat up, apologized to the nurse, and then asked Assistant Li to bring the bouquet of flowers closer.
This is a bouquet of chrysanthemums made from white tissue paper.
He asked his assistant, Li, to unfold each paper flower and examine them carefully, but there was still nothing there.
"Put it in a plastic bag, wrap it tightly, and throw it far away when you leave. Don't leave it too close to the hospital, or it might scare someone badly."
Fang Chuan was very busy for the next two days and didn't come. He only told Huang Fuda that he was keeping an eye on the construction and that he shouldn't worry. Huang Fuda, fearing that some bad luck might be brought in again, also checked out of the hospital early. On the day of his discharge, Director Yang came with three or four plainclothes officers, saying they were there to help move things.
He injured his left wrist and left calf. He can now take a few steps with the help of crutches, but he is still unable to take care of himself. However, he doesn't want strangers to stay in his home, so he has been staying in a hotel suite recently.
So the paper flowers were sent to the hotel front desk.
Fang Chuan would come in the morning, and the flowers would be delivered in the afternoon. If he came in the evening, the flowers would be delivered the next morning. If he came twice a day, he would deliver two bouquets; if he came three times, he would deliver three bouquets. This went on for three days in a row, and Huang Fuda's heart sank.
He was extremely uneasy. After Fang Chuan left in the morning, he asked Xiao Zhang to take him to the construction site.
The construction site was quiet, with no signs of construction activity. Upon asking the guard at the gate, it was learned that construction on Yunquanhui had stopped the day after Assistant Li reported to him.
Huang Fuda immediately called Fang Chuan from the car, and the call was answered shortly afterward.
Fang Chuan said in a coquettish tone, "Boss~ missed me? I'm still at work."
"Why has construction stopped?"
Fang Chuan paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "We'll start work soon. There's been a small problem, but don't worry, I'll talk to you about it in person when I get back at noon."
Huang Fuda hung up the phone and asked Xiao Zhang to drive him back to the hotel.
Fang Chuan left a little early as usual at noon, first going home to cook for his boss, Mr. Huang, and then driving to the hotel with the food. As soon as he swiped his card to open the suite door, he saw Huang Fuda sitting on the sofa with a dark face.
Fang Chuan placed the food on the coffee table and handed chopsticks to Huang Fuda. He held them up for a long time, but Huang Fuda didn't take them. So Fang Chuan smiled, put the chopsticks on the lunchbox, asked the caregiver to leave first, and sat down next to Huang Fuda.
“Boss, I was going to talk to you about Yunquanhui. You know that Tiancheng is busy with that PPP project and has invested all our money in it. We don’t have any extra money to work on Yunquanhui right now. The workers are paid daily, and they won’t work if they’re not paid. I had no choice but to stop.”
“I’ve already deposited that advance payment for the project. Why did you move my money elsewhere? And why didn’t you tell me sooner, Fang Chuan? Don’t lie to me.”
Fang Chuan looked at Huang Fuda and said with a bit of helplessness, "You are also a boss yourself, so you should know that once the money comes in, it's all mixed up. Tiancheng doesn't use the funds for their designated purpose. PPP is in a hurry, so they were moved there first."
He grasped Huang Fuda's right hand, brought it to his lips, and continued, "As for why I didn't tell you, you weren't feeling well recently, and I was afraid you'd get anxious and upset. It won't happen again. Besides, I had no reason to do this to you."
Huang Fuda stared intently at Fang Chuan, a smile playing on his lips. "So, you thought it was all your idea from beginning to end?"
Fang Chuan didn't know why he asked that, so he nodded.
"General Manager Wu almost sent the wreath to my room, and you still think you're playing by yourself."
Fang Chuan released his grip and sat up straight. "What wreath... what did my mom do?"
Huang Fuda grabbed Fang Chuan by the collar and pulled him over, saying, "You think it's okay for you to do a little dirty work, but President Wu has been managing the company for decades. Do you really think she's just a freeloader? You think you have so much power that you can stop working for a few days whenever you want, or stop paying us whenever you want? Without President Wu's approval, who in the company would play along with you like this?"
"There are also flowers. You get an extra bouquet every time you come. The ones they send later are all paper flowers. I didn't tell you about this. I was planning to tell you after I went to see the construction site today, but now there's no need."
Fang Chuan stared blankly at Huang Fuda, then hesitated and said, "You mean, the flowers at the beginning were sent by my mother? But how would she know?"
Huang Fuda loosened Fang Chuan's collar. "If the problem isn't with Bao Rongxiang, then it's with you. But Bao Rongxiang has no reason to do that anymore. You'll have to ask your mother yourself."
Fang Chuan went to the bathroom to wash his face, filled with doubt. His mother knew? How did she know? Could it be that his little schemes had gone too far?
He didn't even eat; he went straight to the company.
After Fang Chuan left this time, no flowers were sent, and there was no news from him that night. Huang Fuda lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Finally, his headache became unbearable, and he drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Fang Chuan called him.
“Boss Huang, I’ve already explained things to my mother, and she won’t make things difficult for you anymore. But Tiancheng really can’t come up with the money right now. I’ve already used my own money to cover it, and we just started work today. But I don’t have much on hand, just enough for a few days.”
Huang Fuda frowned. "This is Tiancheng's problem, not mine."
Fang Chuan was quiet for a while, then said, "If the boss is in a hurry, why don't we sign a contract to get the interim payment first, let the staff use this money to continue working, and then wait for Tiancheng to start processing the funds?"
How can I trust you?
Fang Chuan chuckled on the other end of the line, "I have no reason to harm you."
"Wasn't what happened a couple of days ago something you did on your own?"
Fang Chuan smiled again. "I've already explained that. It's a cash flow problem. And think about it yourself, what reason would I have to harm you?"
Huang Fuda thought about it, but couldn't figure it out, so he believed him and asked, "...If we don't use the mid-term contract, how long will it take for Tiancheng to start construction?"
"About half a month to a month."
Huang Fuda didn't have much money on hand. If he wanted to make the payment, he would have to cut back on the other two Yundao companies. But Huang Fuda couldn't afford to delay any longer. He felt that things might change if he waited too long. So after thinking for a few seconds, he said, "Come and sign the contract this afternoon."
Fang Chuan didn't come when the contract was signed, but Huang Fuda wasn't in the mood to ask him why he didn't show up. He just wanted to finish signing as soon as possible and then transfer the money.
After the money was sent, Fang Chuan came that evening. He looked very haggard and hugged Huang Fuda as soon as he entered the house.
"Boss, I miss you so much."
Huang Fuda looked at the person on his body and asked, "Why are you here? How could General Wu possibly send you here?"
Fang Chuan gently lifted Boss Huang's left hand, which was in a cast, and sniffed around Boss Huang's chest and neck. Finally, he pressed him against the headboard and kissed Boss Huang's tongue.
Before the kiss had lasted even half a minute, Huang Fuda pushed him away and asked again, "Why did General Manager Wu send you here?"
Fang Chuan smiled and squinted, saying, "My mom agreed."
"How could that be?"
“Why not? Otherwise, why would I be here? Boss, do you know how hard this day has been? I’ve been missing you so much I’m going crazy.” Fang Chuan slipped his hand inside Boss Huang’s clothes, buried his head in his chest, and gently nuzzled him.
Huang Fuda frowned and pushed the man away again: "How could General Manager Wu possibly agree? What did you all say?"
Seeing Huang Fuda's persistent attitude, Fang Chuan straightened up, sat on the edge of the bed, and said, "She saw that I really liked you and couldn't bear to see my son cry, make a scene, and threaten suicide, so she agreed."
"that's all?"
"that's all."
Huang Fuda fell silent again, so Fang Chuan sighed and gently leaned against his chest, saying, "She's not my enemy, there's no need for her to make things difficult for me."
“She was hoping I was dead just two days ago, how could she suddenly become nice?”
Fang Chuan immediately covered his mouth, his expression serious.
"Stop thinking about dying all the time, it's bad luck. Besides, the problem is solved now, so stop overthinking it, okay?"
Huang Fuda tried to pry the hand off his mouth, but his only movable right hand was held down on the bed. Fang Chuan lowered his head and kissed his nose, murmuring, "Don't talk about work anymore. Your world is all about work, work, work. Take a good rest."
Fang Chuan looked at Boss Huang's somewhat angry eyes, but felt no fear at all. He only thought they were beautiful, and he also lowered his head to kiss them one by one.
“We haven’t done this for over a week…” Fang Chuan looked at Boss Huang’s wrist and calf, which were in casts, and said, “I still have to serve you. When will you be able to take the initiative and ride on me?”
Huang Fuda shook his head, gesturing for him to remove his hand from his mouth. But Fang Chuan remained unmoved, pretending not to see, and straddled Huang's waist, leaving a ring of marks around Huang's neck.
The person beneath him struggled even more fiercely, and Fang Chuan said helplessly, "I want to let go too, but you're not allowed to talk about work anymore."
He slowly raised his head, only to see that besides anger, his boss Huang's eyes also held a hint of fear. Fang Chuan froze, his grip loosened instantly, and Huang Fuda flung him away.
Huang Fuda took a few deep breaths and shook off Fang Chuan's hand.
Get off me.
Fang Chuan obediently went down and sat down next to him, but his mind was still lingering on Huang Fuda's expression from earlier, and he would occasionally steal a glance at his boss Huang's eyes.
Because Huang Fuda had also been injured on his head, he shaved off a small patch of hair, revealing a sharp and fierce eye that was usually hidden under his sparse hair.
He looked at me coldly and said, "From now on, you are not allowed to hold me down by force, and you are not allowed to cover my mouth."
Fang Chuan's mind was filled with the image of his boss, Huang, and he didn't take Huang Fuda's words to heart at all. He just casually agreed and then pitifully leaned over again.
"Boss... can we continue...?"
Huang Fuda looked at him speechlessly. The two hadn't done it for a while, but Fang Chuan was too excited today, ever since he walked in.
"I'm already like this, and you still want more?"
Fang Chuan moved a little closer and hugged Boss Huang's waist.
"I will. I won't touch your injury. Boss, you can't refuse me."
Hearing the word "no," Huang Fuda's heart sank.
Fang Chuan was extremely careful, making sure the injured person didn't have to exert themselves at all. Even such a small area took him a long time to work on.
Afterwards, he sat on the edge of the bed, gently massaging Huang Fuda, and then watched him slowly drift off to sleep. His heart and eyes were filled with contentment.
It will be soon, my boss Huang.
The next day, Fang Chuan said the money had just arrived and would take a day or two, but he had some savings to tide him over. However, a few days later, the project, which had only started for one day, was suspended again for an extended period, and Huang Fuda finally realized something was wrong.
He stared intently at Fang Chuan and asked, "Is this your idea, or General Manager Wu's idea?"
"What is the boss saying? Here, have some water."
Snap!
The water glass was knocked to the ground and shattered into pieces.
"Fang Chuan, do you think I'm stupid?!"
"Boss, you're overthinking it. This time it really is a problem with the material supplier."
"...Fang Chuan, why?"
Don't you know why?
Seeing Huang Fuda's angry and confused expression, Fang Chuan lowered his head and smiled. He ran his hand over Huang Fuda's collar, straightened his clothes, and then looked up at his boss, Huang, in silence.
"What were you doing at noon the day I went up the mountain?"
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