I feel disgusted
Huang Fuda's anger vanished instantly. He looked at Fang Chuan with a deep gaze, softened his tone, and asked, "What did you hear?"
“Boss, I don’t want to say those things. It makes me feel disgusted to hear them come out of my mouth.” He rubbed Huang Fuda’s lips with his thumb. “You say them. Anyway, you always like to say things that I don’t want to hear.”
Huang Fuda suddenly felt a void in his heart.
nausea?
Do you find it disgusting?
Over the past nine years, he has slept with countless people for the sake of Yun Island. If Fang Chuan hadn't suddenly intervened, it would have been the same in the future. Therefore, all these years, he has never had any thoughts of a lifelong monogamous relationship, as that would be unfair to others.
Huang Fuda wasn't a big shot like Yun Ge who could do whatever he wanted, but he didn't want to be a nobody at the bottom. So, just to stand up with some dignity, he lost the name Yang Zhengping had given him, lost face, and lost his backbone.
Aside from this one time when he had the idea of sleeping with Bao Rongxiang, he had never wronged Fang Chuan.
Besides, he didn't do it.
Anyone can say it's disgusting, but not Fang Chuan.
"Is this the first day you've known I'm disgusting? I've done far more disgusting things than anyone else, Fang Chuan. You're overestimating me." Huang Fuda paused, then turned his head away. "Besides, I haven't wronged you, not at all, never."
Fang Chuan looked at Huang Fuda's unrepentant face and laughed in anger. He sat down next to Huang Fuda, grabbed his shoulder, and turned him to face him.
"The night before, you said you were 30 and couldn't handle the hassle, that you didn't want to sleep with me. I actually believed you, and I even felt sorry for you. But the very next morning, you went to that guy's company and practically begged to sleep with that dead pig! You haven't even wronged me yet...you haven't even wronged me yet!"
Fang Chuan's hands trembled again as he gripped his boss Huang's shoulder tightly.
"You're still lying to me... You were all naked, and he even knew how long your tongue was and how big your penis was, and you haven't slept with me yet, haven't you cheated on me? You haven't forgotten what we agreed on, have you?"
Huang Fuda frowned, his shoulder aching from being pinched, and looked up. "Bao Rongxiang said I slept with him? You have to believe me, he's lying to you on purpose."
"Why did he lie to me?" Fang Chuan leaned close to Huang Fuda's eyes. "And do you think that me feeling good would be better if you stripped naked and stood in front of him?"
“I have my reasons. He threatened to tell President Wu about our affair. What am I supposed to do? You’re pressuring me, and he’s pressuring me too. What can I do? What good would it do if I told you? What, you really think you can get President Wu to let me off the hook? If she could really let me off the hook, my Yunquanhui wouldn’t be in this state now!”
"So you're willing to let others humiliate you at will for the sake of your so-called career? Have you ever considered my feelings?!"
Fang Chuan's eyes were full of confusion and pain. He moved closer, placed his hand on the back of Huang Fuda's neck, and said while kissing him, "Since you can't let go of your career, then I'll help you let go."
He bit down hard, then scooped up the blood droplets, tinged with the taste of rust, and sucked them into his mouth. He tore from the lips and tongue down to the neck, then slowly moved downwards, each bite as if he wanted to swallow the person whole.
Huang Fuda grabbed his hair and pulled it upwards. He briefly raised his head, his gaze moving from the traces along the way to the bloodstains at the corner of Huang Fuda's mouth.
"This was your idea together with General Manager Wu, wasn't it?"
Look, all that mouth says is what he doesn't like.
Fang Chuan got up, said nothing, went out for a moment, and came back in with a tie.
Seeing that Fang Chuan's posture was not right, Huang Fuda grabbed Fang Chuan's wrist with his right hand and twisted it forcefully. "Fang Chuan, are you going to tie me up again? I told you there won't be a second time. Do you think I'm joking!"
Fang Chuan winced in pain, cold sweat instantly breaking out, but he still managed a forced smile. "I told you not to talk about work at a time like this, did you take it as a joke?"
Ultimately, one couldn't defeat two. Fang Chuan used his tie to pierce Huang Fuda's mouth and tied a tight knot behind him, which Huang Fuda couldn't pull off no matter how hard he tried.
He flexed his wrist, which had been pinched until it was red, and glanced lightly at Huang Fuda's face. He said self-deprecatingly, "I'm so reluctant to hurt you, but you really have the heart to do it. If I didn't have one hand that I couldn't move, you would have broken my wrist right away."
"Am I too kind to you, that makes you always feel like I can't bear to do anything to you?" He ran his hand down Huang Fuda's thigh and then lifted it up. "If I can't bear to do anything to you, can I at least not do anything to your company? You can keep making a scene, and I can play along with you."
Huang Fuda's eyes blazed with anger, and he raised his leg to kick, but Fang Chuan caught him and pulled down his pajama pants.
Fang Chuan, fearing he might touch Huang Fuda's injuries and become immobilized, endured numerous punches and kicks. Seeing that Huang Fuda had passed by the gate three times without entering, Fang Chuan hardened his heart and forcefully pinned him down. He stared into Huang Fuda's eyes, watching the fiery gaze gradually subside, his brows furrow and then relax, and his bound mouth utter indistinct words.
Although he couldn't hear what his boss, Mr. Huang, was saying, he guessed it wasn't anything nice. Fang Chuan buried his face in his hands and brushed the hair away from Huang Fuda's face.
"You're willing to take off your clothes and let that dead pig touch you, so why do you refuse me? Anyone else is fine, but not me. Why are you treating me like this? It turns out that any Tom, Dick, or Harry is fine, Yu Xiangyang is fine, Yun Ge is fine, Bao Rongxiang is fine, but why are you always unwilling to sleep with me? Just because I like you? Do I deserve to like you?"
Fang Chuan brought his slightly sweaty face close to Huang Fuda's, pinched his cheek to make him look at him, and continued speaking.
"You like my face and body, right? Well then, I'll show them to you every day, you can look however you want. You were so proactive when we first met, but you changed as soon as work got involved. You said you didn't like the things I did, I can change that, but can you please stop thinking about leaving?"
Huang Fuda mumbled a few more words, his eyes unfocused, revealing everything except what he wanted.
Fang Chuan looked into his eyes, and his hands trembled again. He covered Huang Fuda's eyes with his clothes and then covered Huang Fuda's mouth with his hand, preventing any of the unpleasant words from escaping. Teeth and tongue took turns assaulting Huang Fuda's neck, leaving deep marks.
Fang Chuan only released Huang Fuda when Huang's limbs were completely exhausted, and he remained motionless for a long time, like a corpse, offering no response whatsoever. He removed the blindfold, but his hands began to tremble again. His boss Huang's eyes were empty, and tears streamed down his face, having been flowing for an unknown amount of time.
Fang Chuan's throat bobbed, and he cautiously called out, "Boss Huang?"
His boss, Mr. Huang, did not respond.
Fang Chuan called out again, "Huang Fuda?"
Huang Fuda remained motionless, as if his soul had been ripped from his body.
Fang Chuan cleaned the person up, then carried him to the bed and gently called Huang Fuda's name. He patted Huang Fuda's back softly until Huang Fuda fell asleep, after which the person stirred.
He watched as Huang Fuda's head moved restlessly, his face pale and covered in cold sweat. He kept calling out "Brother" and then saying that Xiaofeng was at the door. After a while, he started crying again, saying that Xiaofeng was having an attack and that he should turn around and take a look.
Fang Chuan panicked, his whole body tense. Huang Fuda had been having nightmares all night, so he held and comforted him all night. When Huang Fuda still hadn't woken up the next day, he panicked completely.
That night at the apartment, Huang Fuda also had trouble sleeping, talking in his sleep and waking up many times. But at least he was awake, and after being held and comforted, he was fine the next day.
But this time, the person couldn't wake up at all.
Fang Chuan didn't leave the house for a single moment all day, and only when he saw that the person still couldn't wake up in the evening did he take the person to the hospital.
With a full beard, he stood by the hospital bedside, watching Mr. Huang, who was still sleeping restlessly despite being given a sedative, unable to utter a single word.
He kept hanging up on the phone as calls came in one after another. Only when he saw Fang's mother's call did he hesitantly answer it.
Fang Chuan said in a hoarse voice, "Mom."
"Xiao Chuan, why didn't you go to the company today?"
"...Boss Huang is sick."
"That doesn't mean you need to stay by my side all day."
"Mom, did I do something wrong? I did exactly what you said, but why do I feel so bad seeing him sad?"
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