Completion Ceremony
Fang Chuan didn't leave; he waited downstairs at Yang Zhengping's house. The rain pounded on the car roof, making a bit noisy, and his mood was also quite irritable. He put the ring on his thumb and took out his phone to start recording.
The boss barely ate anything today, just lay in bed sleeping, and he's lost weight. He only spoke 12 sentences to me, a little more than yesterday. He even smiled at the doctor when they removed his cast. If only he could smile again. I want to see him smile, I want to see him smile at me. But it's okay if he doesn't smile at me; he's still angry. It seems like we're going to get the paperwork done in a couple of days, and after that, I can get far away from that deadpan face. Then, once he's calmed down, I'll go abroad with him to get married, and ideally, never come back. But he'll always be thinking about Yang Zhengping, or maybe he can wait until Yang Zhengping retires and take him with him.
A familiar car pulled up next to Fang Chuan's. It belonged to his boss, and Xiao Zhang was in the driver's seat. Xiao Zhang glanced at him once before turning away with disgust. Fang Chuan wasn't angry; he didn't care. As long as that person wasn't Huang Fuda, he didn't care.
He looked down at the ring. The design was his own; it was a plain band with two intertwined lines, one thick and one thin. He had originally gone to a boutique to choose one, but after visiting almost every store, he couldn't find anything he liked, so he had two custom-made.
But the boss doesn't like it.
There was a knock on the car window, and Fang Chuan came to his senses. It was Xiao Zhang. Xiao Zhang rarely had a chance to be alone with Fang Chuan. He had been holding back in the car for a while, but he couldn't hold back any longer and rushed out to yell at him angrily.
"You're a menace. Why didn't I just stomp you to death back then?"
Fang Chuan tilted his head and smiled, "I have to thank you. Without your kick, I wouldn't have been able to talk to Boss Huang. You're the matchmaker, so I'll definitely invite you to the wedding banquet."
His collar was suddenly grabbed, and a huge fist stopped in front of him instantly. Fang Chuan smiled indifferently.
“The boss said before that you’ve been with him for over ten years, and you were there when Xiaofeng was alive. You’re genuinely good to him, so I won’t be angry if you hit me, but don’t hit my face. You’re hoping to appease him with that.”
Xiao Zhang, his face contorted with rage, gritted his teeth and said, "You have no idea what he's been through all these years, taking those kinds of videos and randomly humiliating others. Is that what you call liking someone?"
"I know... he knelt and begged, drank and slept with everyone, who doesn't know he's 'ambitious'? Video? Was I really the first one to film it? They were just looking out for the Yun family, so they could only watch it."
Fang Chuan's face was slammed onto the steering wheel. He wiped the blood from his nose and said calmly, "What did I do wrong? I just didn't want him to continue doing that for Yun Island. Brother Zhang, you won't find another person in this world who likes him more than I do."
"It must have been incredibly unlucky for you to fall in love with him."
"Xiao Zhang." It's Huang Fuda.
Xiao Zhang suddenly let go of Huang Fuda's hand, turned around, pretended nothing had happened, and smiled, "Boss, are you done eating? Hurry up and get in the car, the rain is too heavy, it's terribly cold."
Fang Chuan's nose was still bleeding. Huang Fuda only glanced at it before turning around to get into Xiao Zhang's car.
Fang Chuan watched his retreating figure and quickly said, "Take my ride, it's on the way. I'm not going home tonight, so don't make Brother Zhang run back and forth."
Xiao Zhang said gruffly, "This is the money I'm making. Whether I run away or not is none of your business."
"...Never mind, Xiao Zhang, you can go back now. I'm sorry to have troubled you to make this trip."
Huang Fuda remained silent the whole way, and Fang Chuan didn't dare to speak either. He didn't know how much Huang Fuda had heard in their conversation, or if he had, whether Huang Fuda would be even angrier. He returned home trembling with fear, and only felt relieved when he saw that Huang Fuda hadn't said anything.
Fang Chuan brought some of his own clothes and his guitar as well.
"Boss, what would you like to hear? I'll sing it for you."
Huang Fuda went to get water, ignoring him. Fang Chuan awkwardly put down his guitar, followed Huang Fuda to sit beside him, obediently resting his head on Huang Fuda's lap and hugging his waist.
"Boss, please wait for me for another six months. I recently received my project bonus, and I'll sell some of my own stuff, add it to my savings, and I'll have some money left. I'm planning a small business, and I expect it to take off in six months. I'll give you all the profits then, and you can do whatever business you want. Don't be angry, okay?"
Huang Fuda smiled, looked down at him, and said, "You think my Cloud Island came from a dirty source, but is what you gave me clean?"
...Boss Huang overheard what was said in the car!
Fang Chuan sat up abruptly, grabbed Huang Fuda's hand, and said, "I was talking nonsense in the car back then, I didn't mean anything by it."
Is it fun to coax me?
"Fang Chuan, you already know how I came to be from Yun Island and what kind of person I am, right? If you mind, why do you keep provoking me?"
Fang Chuan lowered his eyes, and the corners of his mouth drooped.
"I didn't intend to like you. But I can't control these feelings."
He straddled Huang Fuda, looked directly into Huang Fuda's eyes, and said, "What about you? Can you control yourself? I don't believe you can just say you don't like someone anymore. How can feelings dissipate so quickly?"
"If you still like me, why are you doing this? Didn't I say I'd make it all back to you in the future? You forgave me before, so why not this time? Is it because it's the Yun family, and Yun Ge is involved, that's why it's not okay?"
Huang Fuda scoffed lightly, smiling as he looked at him, his eyes also filled with laughter. "Yes, that's right, you're right, it's because of him."
"No!"
"You can't like him! Have you forgotten how he allowed those people to bully and humiliate you? And how did Yunfeng die? Didn't you feel guilty when you two were together?!"
Huang Fuda pushed Fang Chuan away and said calmly, "You forgot. You can only remember what you want to remember, and then you make unreasonable demands over and over again."
Fang Chuan hugged him tightly, trembling, not letting him leave, and asked, "Are you being unreasonable? Then tell me, why did he help you raise your child?"
Because of a car accident, because of his own broken bones, because of his great compassion.
"And why did he buy Lin Xiting's Cloud Island without letting you pay a single penny?"
He only had to collect the money because he bought the Yundao brand; as for the money, he didn't lack those few dollars.
Fang Chuan looked out the window with a sinister gaze, towards the direction of the Yun Group, and mocked, "How clever he is, juggling family and career, keeping you completely tied down. Couldn't such a big boss like him hire a few more nannies or wet nurses? Why does he insist that you personally take care of the child! And he even gives you a ride on the way, does he lack a driver or a car! Yun Ge only does all this because he sees that we're together and he can't control you anymore!"
Huang Fuda's head was throbbing from his words, so he irritably pushed him away and went inside.
Fang Chuan followed closely behind and continued, "Why don't you answer? You know your reasons don't hold water, you just don't want to admit it."
"Fang Chuan!" Huang Fuda said, his head pounding with worry. "Please, stop talking."
"Okay, I won't say anymore."
Fang Chuan looked at him affectionately, "Anyway, you're going to be far away from him soon. From now on, it'll just be the two of us, the two of us for the rest of our lives."
His boss, Mr. Huang, smelled of shower gel. His bathrobe collar was a bit too big, and his chest was heaving. He was angry, his eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes were blazing, and his lips were red from the steam. Even when he was angry, he was still so handsome.
Fang Chuan's body ached more and more, but his heart and hands were itching. He lowered his eyes and wanted to go forward and carry the person into the bedroom, but Huang Fuda pressed him against the wall.
Fang Chuan leaned his face against the wall and smiled happily. It was so different when the boss's leg was healed; he was so agile now. It was just a pity he couldn't carry him as often as he wanted.
"Boss, then hug me, like before, okay?"
Fang Chuan pried Huang Fuda's hands off, turned around, quickly wrapped his arms around the boss's neck, jumped onto him, and wrapped his legs tightly around his waist.
Huang Fuda tried to pull it off for a long time but couldn't, feeling helpless and frustrated.
"Get down."
"It won't go down."
Fang Chuan shifted his waist, enticingly saying, "Boss, we haven't even done it yet, it's been so long, don't you want it?"
His restless waist was held down, and he trembled slightly. He bit Huang Fuda's ear and breathed, "I haven't used it for over a month. It's very tight. Boss, do you really not want it?"
"Fang Chuan, where do you get the nerve?"
Fang Chuan smiled, tilted his head, and swung his feet back and forth on Huang Fuda's lower back.
"You can't do it with anyone else but me, do you want to hold back forever?" Fang Chuan tightened his arm around her. "Boss, even if you're angry, don't mistreat yourself. You have to eat what you're supposed to eat, and you have to do what you're supposed to do. You can't skip any of it."
Huang Fuda frowned, grabbed Fang Chuan's waist and pulled him outward forcefully. Then Fang Chuan cried out in pain, his whole body trembling with pain, and he lost his strength and fell off Huang Fuda.
He broke out in a cold sweat, his face turned pale, and he clutched his stomach, looking up at Huang Fuda with a look of utter grievance.
Huang Fuda suddenly remembered the bruises on Fang Chuan's stomach. He stood there, somewhat at a loss, opening and closing his hands.
"Sorry... I forgot. There's medicine in the drawer."
After saying that, he turned to leave.
"I can't move! I need you to hold me."
"Boss, it hurts..."
Huang Fuda stood silently for a moment, then left. He knew Fang Chuan all too well; this was just him playing the victim again.
He lay in bed, turned off the light, and tried to sleep. The rain and thunder kept coming, and he couldn't sleep soundly. He woke up several times in the middle of the night. The living room light was on, and there was no one beside him. When he woke up for the fourth time, he glanced at the time: 3:30 a.m.
I picked up the water glass from the bedside table and went outside.
Fang Chuan was still in the same spot, but he was leaning against the wall, hugging his legs, and asleep.
Huang Fuda watched him quietly for a while, put the water glass aside, picked him up and walked back to the bedroom. He gently lifted Fang Chuan's shirt, and the wound seemed to be even more purple.
I lowered my eyes, turned off all the lights, got into bed, lay down, and suddenly there was someone on top of me.
I knew you wouldn't want to part with it.
Huang Fuda felt a lump in his throat, "I'm afraid you'll freeze to death."
Fang Chuan smiled in the darkness, his hand sliding down Huang Fuda's Adam's apple.
"Yes, Mr. Huang is kind."
Reaching into his robe, he moved downwards.
"Be kinder... It's so dark, and I can't see your face. Just pretend it's not me. Don't hold it in, and don't wrong yourself. Do whatever you want, I'll listen to you..."
His trembling hands touched his entire body, and he buried his head in his hands. Huang Fuda gripped the bed sheet, turned his head away with a muffled sound, and breathed slowly and carefully.
Yes, why should he wrong himself? When has he ever wronged himself in this kind of matter?
She draped her legs over the kind person's shoulders, using her calves to pull them closer. The kind person froze for a moment, then began to kiss her intermittently from her calves upwards.
The sound of rain drowned out the panting. Lightning flashed outside, illuminating the figure on the bed. The legs, long and shapely, appeared even whiter in the flashes. They were clenched and stretched out, and as dawn broke, the figure knelt on the bed again.
When it was fully light, the kind-hearted person stopped pretending to be mute and said, "I... I won't go to the completion ceremony this morning, is that alright?"
Huang Fuda leaned against the headboard, lazily exhaled a puff of smoke, and said indifferently, "What does this have to do with me?"
Fang Chuan blinked, lowered his head, and chuckled dejectedly.
After a moment of silence, he instinctively tried to carry the person into the bathtub, but the person on the bed pushed him away and went in by himself.
His legs were strong and undamaged; yes, he no longer needed to be carried.
Fang Chuan stood at the door, holding an umbrella, and asked Huang Fuda on the sofa, "Are you really not going?"
"I'm not going."
"So what did you do this morning?"
"sleep."
Fang Chuan looked at him, feeling a mix of emotions: disappointment, heartache, relief, and a little bit of joy.
It seems his boss, Mr. Huang, has truly let go.
Not long after Fang Chuan left, Huang Fuda also got dressed and went out.
He drove himself through the rain. Today's completion ceremony was for Yunquanhui, located at the foot of Beishan Mountain. Yunquanhui is close to the foot of the mountain, with few surrounding buildings. Huang Fuda parked his car halfway down the road, opened his umbrella, and walked to a big tree, gazing at it from afar.
Red silk hung at the entrance, and a long red carpet stretched from the hall to the front door, with two rows of tall flower baskets lining the carpet. The rain was heavy, and several firecrackers were extinguished after being lit several times. Finally, a tall young man squatted down beside them with an umbrella, waiting until the fuse was almost burned out before running away. The sound of the firecrackers dispersed the sound of the rain, and the music of the finished product reached Huang Fuda's ears through the layers of rain.
Huang Fuda looked up at the sky. Yunquanhui would officially open in a week at most.
He lowered his head, turned and left, smiling. "That's fine."
Back in the car, I picked up my phone and found two messages.
Fang Chuan said that the ceremony was very complicated, and after it was over, they would have to go to a temple at the foot of the mountain to pray and have a meal at a nearby farmhouse. They probably wouldn't be able to go back until the afternoon.
The other person was Wang Shuhe. He sent a message early in the morning saying that the procedures could be completed at 9 a.m. today, at Shengsheng 8188, but his phone was on silent. Huang Fuda didn't see it either. When Wang Shuhe saw that there was no reply, he made more than a dozen phone calls.
It is 9:47 now.
The phone rang again.
"...Young Master Huang, where are you?"
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