I forgive you.
Fang Chuan had asked Boss Huang for leave that evening and was now standing at the entrance of his villa.
He opened the door and saw Mr. and Mrs. Fang sitting on the sofa. He took off his shoes and sat down as well.
Are Mom and Dad busy lately?
"It's the same as before, nothing's too busy or not." Fang's mother touched Fang Chuan's face and looked at Dean Fang. "Your father, on the other hand, is very busy."
"Yes, Dad and my sister just got back from their business trip, right?" Fang Chuan took an apple, leaned back on the sofa, and looked at Dean Fang.
Mr. Fang was a very approachable man in his forties, still in good shape and at the peak of his youth. He spoke slowly, "I just got back today, and your sister Bai is here too."
As soon as she finished speaking, a young woman came down the stairs, wearing a white dress and with her long hair half-wet.
"I heard someone come back just now, so I guessed it was Xiaochuan."
Bai Zhi, Teacher Bai, is already thirty years old, but she still looks like a college student, pure and beautiful, just like the white moonlight first love in many people's fantasies.
"Sister." Fang Chuan smiled, his eyes narrowing.
The group sat in a circle, and the atmosphere became awkward. At this moment, Fang's father spoke up: "Xiao Chuan, if you don't want to study computer science, that's fine. You can't really rely on your major to make a living in the future. There's not much to do in your senior year of the College of Arts. Go to your mother's company to learn for a while."
Before Fang Chuan could respond, his mother said casually, "If he likes it, let him learn it. It's not like we can't afford to support him. Let him do whatever he wants."
After saying that, he added dismissively, "Your dad is much more capricious than you."
Fang Chuan didn't speak, but simply lowered his head and smiled faintly. His gaze inadvertently swept over Bai Zhi, paused for a moment, and then his smile deepened as he looked at her.
He stood up and said, "I suddenly remembered I have an assignment to hand in. Dad, Mom, Sister Bai, I'm leaving now, I won't eat."
Mr. Fang looked at him with displeasure, then turned to look at Mrs. Fang with displeasure. Mrs. Fang brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, ignoring Mr. Fang's gaze, and said gently to Fang Chuan, "Xiao Chuan, finish eating before you leave."
As Fang Chuan walked towards the door, he said, "No, it's too late."
At this moment, Bai Zhi, who had been silent the whole time, spoke up: "I remembered that I have some things to finish in the office..."
Upon hearing this, Fang Chuan turned around abruptly and forced a smile: "My sister's isn't in a rush, we can get it done tomorrow. I'm so sorry to have disturbed your meal."
He left in a hurry, drove back to the apartment building, and once inside, he collapsed, sitting on the floor against the wall.
The room was dark, with only the dim yellow light from the porch shining on me.
His legs went numb from sitting for too long, so he changed his position and accidentally bumped into the paper bag next to him.
The paper bag contained Huang Fuda's suit jacket.
He ran into Assistant Li just before leaving the company, and took the clothes by making an excuse to help deliver them to the dry cleaners.
Upon seeing the suit, he perked up. He turned on the lights, took out the suit, and examined it closely under the light.
There was a large white patch on the back of his suit jacket; it must have been from rubbing against the wall in the stairwell. What would he be doing getting that smear on the wall? So that sound meant he was being pinned against the wall! What was Huang Fuda doing? Why was he being pinned against the wall by Yun Ge?! And what's wrong with his mouth? What were they doing?! What on earth were they doing?!
Fang Chuan felt a surge of anger rising from his heart and lungs. He rushed to the dining table, picked up a fruit knife, and slashed at the garment.
Damn it!
Huang Fuda!
Huang! Fu! Da!
He gritted his teeth in hatred, repeatedly muttering the name Huang Fuda, and shredded the suit into a pile of tattered cloth.
How could he do this? How could he do this? Isn't that his brother? How could he do this...?
Oh, they're not blood brothers, so it's okay?
That can't be done!
He was both angry and anxious, his mind a jumbled mess, a strange fire raging through his body, wondering what he was even angry about.
He didn't know.
Huang Fuda wasn't his property, and he had no right to control him. But he was still angry. Why couldn't Huang Fuda just stay with him obediently? It didn't matter who he slept with, so why couldn't it be him?
Just as he was fretting, Huang Fuda's special ringtone rang. Fang Chuan threw down the knife, wiped his face with both hands, took two deep breaths, smiled at the phone, and then pressed the answer button.
"Boss, what's up?"
What were you doing just now?
Fang Chuan's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly felt a little flustered. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he swallowed hard. "...I'm writing a thesis. What's wrong?"
"Come pick me up at 7 a.m. tomorrow, fill up the gas tank, we're going to City B. Remember to dress formally." A gentle, deep male voice came from the other end of the phone, and Fang Chuan seemed to be soothed, gradually calming down.
His dark eyes glanced at the slashed suit on the table, and he said with a smile, "Okay, boss. Also, I forgot to send your suit to the dry cleaners. You won't be wearing it tomorrow, will you?"
"...How did the clothes end up with you?"
"I saw that Assistant Li was busy, so I picked it up for her on the way, but I forgot about it when I got home. I'm sorry, boss."
Huang Fuda frowned. He hadn't wanted Fang Chuan to see it in the first place, so how did it end up in his hands anyway? But judging from his words, there didn't seem to be anything wrong. Feeling a little uneasy, he took a sip of water.
"Remember to take it tomorrow and drop it off at the dry cleaners on the way."
"Okay, boss."
Fang Chuan looked at the phone after it was hung up, opened his chat history with Huang Fuda, and discovered that Huang Fuda had sent him a message two hours earlier.
No wonder they called.
He turned to look at the pile of rags on the table, picked them up, and threw them all into a paper bag.
Along with the fruit knife.
He thought that his irrationality must be because he had just returned from home, and that's why he took his anger out on this tattered clothing. Although Huang Fuda was also at fault, he didn't deserve this. Yun Ge was the one who deserved to die the most; he already had a deadpan face, as white as a ghost.
Fang Chuan walked to the shoe cabinet by the door and picked out a pair of red-soled, size 49 pointed leather shoes from among the many shoes. He had recently bought them in Huang Fuda's shoe size.
Okay, Huang Fuda.
I forgive you.
The morning air was still a bit chilly. Fang Chuan drove Huang Fuda to the neighboring city of B. On the way, he stopped at a dry cleaning shop with a paper bag in his hand, and then got back in to continue driving for Boss Huang.
Fang Chuan seemed to be in a good mood, chattering away the whole way.
Huang Fuda was in a good mood. He made contact with them today, and he wouldn't have to worry about the land anymore.
The two chatted easily the whole way, a rare occurrence.
Upon arriving in neighboring City B, Boss Huang wanted to have a meal alone with Gui Han. The two ate for over two hours, and afterwards they came out together, seemingly having a pleasant conversation. Fang Chuan, watching the man from afar in the car, felt he looked somewhat familiar, but couldn't quite place him.
The meeting place with the manager was set at a secluded entertainment venue.
Fang Chuan, carrying the gift he was supposed to give later, followed Huang Fuda into the private room.
He glanced around the room; only the businessman Gui Han and his secretary in a tight-fitting short skirt were there. Gui Han didn't look very old, probably in his early thirties, dressed quite casually, with his arms draped behind him on the sofa, legs crossed, looking rather carefree.
Fang Chuan withdrew his gaze, greeted Huang Fuda, and stood obediently behind him.
But that person suddenly leaned forward, looking at him carefully. Not content with just sitting on the sofa, he stood up and circled Fang Chuan twice to examine him.
Then the matchmaker for Huang Fuda snorted coldly, walked back and sat on the sofa, his eyes full of disdain and disgust.
"Did you work at Changhua Plaza in Xianye before?" He raised his hand and pointed at Fang Chuan, "that xxx store, it's a shoe store."
Fang Chuan's eyelids twitched; he remembered who Gui Han was.
Gui Han ignored Fang Chuan's silence. He looked at Huang Fuda and asked, "President Huang, how did this kid end up working for you?"
Huang Fuda's intuition told him something was wrong; there was definitely something going on between the two. But he knew nothing and couldn't figure it out, so he said, half-truthfully, "The driver had an accident, and he's filling in for me for a day. He's not considered one of my employees. Do you two know each other?"
"Know him? Not at all. I'm unlucky to see this disgusting freak once, but he's unlucky to see him a second time."
Gui Han glared fiercely at Fang Chuan, then relaxed, a wicked smile creeping onto his lips. He picked up a bottle of wine from the table and said, "You pervert, if you kneel down today... no, if you drink this whole bottle of wine with your butt, then we'll call it even."
Fang Chuan's brows twitched upon hearing this, and he felt an urge to punch him, but he couldn't. So, he reluctantly put on a fake smile and planned to say a few conciliatory words.
Huang Fuda stepped in front of Fang Chuan and took the wine, saying, "I don't know what he did to offend President Gui. It was my fault this time. I shouldn't have brought him here to spoil your fun. I'll punish myself with three drinks to apologize."
Seeing that Huang Fuda showed no sign of backing down, Gui Han kept his eyes fixed on Fang Chuan.
Fang Chuan had no intention of hiding the trouble he had caused. He picked up another bottle of high-proof liquor from the table and said, "I'm sorry, I offended you last time. It was all my fault. Please forgive me." After saying that, he raised the bottle and poured it into his mouth.
Seeing his reckless drinking, Gui Han calmed down a little. But Huang Fuda frowned; Fang Chuan was, after all, one of his men, and he couldn't let anything happen to him.
But he couldn't afford to offend Gui Han.
So he took the bottle of liquor that Fang Chuan had been chugging, his face dark, and slapped Fang Chuan hard across the face: "Get out of here."
Turning around, Boss Huang said to Gui Han in a very respectful manner, "How can a child keep you company while you drink? Let me do it."
Seeing this, Gui Han's eyes darted back and forth between the two of them several times, realizing that Huang Fuda was secretly protecting that little brat. Remembering the rumors about Huang Fuda's sexual orientation, it seemed the two of them were together. Gui Han felt disgusted and angry. "You, Huang Fuda, come to me for a favor, and you have to embarrass me for this little brat? Fine, fine, fine."
Just as they were about to say something more, the guests arrived, and the group quieted down.
During the discussion, Gui Han not only failed to help Huang Fuda, but also deliberately made things difficult for the two of them, constantly urging them to drink. Huang Fuda dared not offend these people, and he smiled and accepted all the harsh words. By the end of the drinking session, both of them were somewhat incoherent.
Fortunately, there was a hotel across the street. The two of them helped each other to the last room, closed the door, and collapsed onto the bed.
Within two minutes, Fang Chuan jumped out of bed, sprang to the bathroom, and vomited into the toilet.
After vomiting, he felt a little more awake. He rinsed his mouth, walked back to the bedside, and looked down at Huang Fuda. Huang Fuda was still wearing his suit, one hand rubbing his stomach and the other covering his eyes.
"Don't you have anything you want to ask me?"
"Slowly, I feel a little dizzy."
Fang Chuan lay back down next to Huang Fuda, closed his eyes, and said to himself, regardless of whether the person next to him was listening, "When you came to my house last time, you saw that shoe cabinet full of shoes, right?"
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