I promise you.
He wasn't worried that Fang Chuan would upload the video to a cloud drive; cloud drives weren't private enough, and there was a risk of others seeing it. He wouldn't do it at school or home either; Fang Chuan would definitely be afraid of being discovered. As for the company, that was even more impossible; with Boss Wu under his watchful eye, he wouldn't dare take it there. Only his own body was the safest and most private place; the video would likely remain only in this room.
Huang Fuda and Xiao Zhang ransacked Fang Chuan's house, even his car. They found desktop computers, laptops, tablets, cell phones, memory cards, USB drives, cameras—anything that could store videos.
"Xiao Zhang, go back to his study and check if there's anything you missed. Also check behind the carpet and cabinets."
After instructing Xiao Zhang, Huang Fuda picked up the computer and began unlocking it. The password was the one he had just peeked at. Inside, besides videos, there were also some photos, not just from that day, but even some taken by Fang Chuan when they were at Changbai Peak.
He then used his computer password to unlock Fang Chuan's phone. There were significantly more photos inside, and the notes even recorded which days he'd eaten a few extra bites of that food and which days he'd drunk a few less glasses of water.
Huang Fuda turned to look at Fang Chuan and suddenly felt a pang of pity.
He put everything away, sat down next to Fang Chuan, and wrapped the blanket around him even more tightly.
"Fang Chuan, I'm taking all these things with me. I'll return them to you later if there are no problems. I'll compensate you for the rest."
Fang Chuan sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes red and his gaze deep. He said, "Copy my graduation thesis, and also save an extra copy of the photos unrelated to that night. The rest is up to you."
Huang Fuda touched Fang Chuan's red, swollen eyes and agreed.
Xiao Zhang returned, carrying some CDs and tapes.
"Brother Da, do you want to roll over in bed?"
Huang Fuda told him to close the door and go out first, then put a cushion in the corner, carried Fang Chuan onto it, and finally wrapped him in a blanket.
He opened the door, let Xiao Zhang in, and then began searching the bed. He found a cell phone and several printed photos. Huang Fuda accepted them one by one.
Xiao Zhang also brought a metal detector and found a USB drive in the soil of a flowerpot. The guitar on the wall was also disassembled, revealing a small memory card inside.
Fang Chuan looked at them, leaned against the corner of the wall and chuckled lazily, "You really searched thoroughly. Are you really scared? Why didn't you take all the lights off the wall to check?"
Huang Fuda was very obedient and actually took it apart. After seeing that there was nothing there, he put it back together.
They've searched the entire house; there's no way anything could be missed, unless Fang Chuan swallowed it whole, but Fang Chuan isn't that crazy. Huang Fuda told Xiao Zhang to load everything onto the truck, and once everything was moved, he told Xiao Zhang to go home first.
He untied Fang Chuan and prepared to leave. Just as he was about to leave the bedroom, Fang Chuan called out to him.
"Are you really going to leave? Don't you like me even a little bit, or want to be with me?"
“Fang Chuan, liking something can't put food on the table. There are many important things in life, and you should look for more. Friends, clubs, jobs, hobbies, even strangers might be more important than what you call liking. Your life shouldn't revolve around just one person, and you shouldn't make me do the same.”
"Then why do you care so much about Yang Zhengping?"
Huang Fuda looked back at him and said, "We are different. You have a long future ahead of you, while I only have these two things left that are important to me. I can't afford to lose them again."
The house was in complete disarray. Fang Chuan sat naked on the floor, but felt that the house was empty.
He carefully considered what Huang Fuda had just said and realized he was right. Fang Chuan didn't have any decent friends or family, and his hobbies were dispensable. He worked and studied to become stronger, and he didn't have many important things left. Huang Fuda was one of them, and he couldn't afford to lose him either.
And he finally understood that simple affection was useless. His boss, Mr. Huang, might feel sorry for him, might feel sorry for him, but that was all. Perhaps what he had done would truly disappoint or even make his boss hate him, but at least he had kept the man. Fang Chuan didn't want to cry anymore; his tears were useless. Huang Fuda liked doing business, so he would also become a businessman.
Fang Chuan decided to let him go for the night, to give his boss, Mr. Huang, a break. Just like fishing, you can't pull hard when he's just bitten; you have to let him swim for a while until he's tired before you can yank him up. Only then will his boss, Mr. Huang, be obedient.
He sat there for a while, then got up, put on his pajamas, and started tidying up the house.
Two hours had passed by the time we finished cleaning up.
But then a sound came from the doorway, and then the door was pushed open, and Fang's mother walked in.
"Xiao Chuan is here."
Fang Chuan looked at his mother with suspicion. It was already 11 p.m., and his mother should have been asleep by now. There was no reason for her to come over.
"Mom, what brings you here?"
"Mom sent you several messages, but you didn't reply. Mom is worried that something has happened to you."
Fang Chuan scratched behind his ear and gave an awkward smile: "I lost my phone when I got back tonight. I was planning to buy a new one tomorrow."
Fang's mother touched his face and said, "It's okay if it's lost. The Pear Fruit 4 just came out, right? I'll buy it for you. You can get a SIM card tomorrow."
The two sat on the sofa talking, and after asking, they learned that the company's PPP project had been finalized, and he was to go and learn from it.
Fang Chuan couldn't have asked for more, so he obediently agreed.
The next day, after inserting the SIM card into his phone, he went to the Yunquanhui store in the north. He walked around inside and then found the person in charge.
“It’s been raining a lot in Xianye lately, and there might be even more rain in the next few years, so the waterproof layer needs to be reinforced. Also, the drainage should go to the back instead of this side. Let’s remove these parts first.”
The person in charge looked at Fang Chuan and said, "Mr. Fang, the waterproofing we did before was sufficient, and the drainage was just inspected a couple of days ago, wasn't it?"
"I don't think it's enough. Tear it down. Tear it down now."
Fang Chuan watched them start working, then left and went to the bank.
He took out the USB drive, uploaded a copy to the new computer, then transferred the video from the computer to his phone, and then put the USB drive back into the safe.
We can't push too hard; we have to take it slow. A threat only has real power if the knife doesn't fall from above. Let's start with a small punishment today.
He changed his phone screen back to show his boss Huang's belly, then went back to the company and went to the new project team. He didn't have any important role; he was really just a secretary-like figure. He was humble enough, hardworking enough, and smart enough. He had no airs and got along well with everyone there. It was an exceptionally fulfilling day.
Around 4 p.m. that day, Huang Fuda called him six times and sent him 27 messages, but he didn't reply to any of them.
Then, just as he had hoped, he met his boss, Mr. Huang, at the apartment entrance.
He stood at the door, unlocked his phone in front of Huang Fuda, and said, "I was too busy today and didn't see it."
Huang Fuda originally came for engineering matters, but when he saw that familiar screensaver, his blood rushed to his head and his vision went black.
He reached out and steadied himself against the wall, taking a while to regain his balance.
"You still have the video." Huang Fuda's voice was low and hoarse.
Fang Chuan opened the door and smiled at his boss, Mr. Huang, "Come in and let's talk."
Huang Fuda came in without changing his shoes or sitting down. He just stood by the shoe cabinet by the door, looking at Fang Chuan wearily.
"I promise you, you'll let them resume normal operations and stop this."
Fang Chuan smiled. "See? With a knife hanging over his head, his boss Huang becomes obedient."
But he didn't respond. He just squatted down, put his hand on Huang Fuda's ankle, and said, "Change your shoes first."
Huang Fuda was about to bend down and change himself, but Fang Chuan stopped him.
"I'll help you, boss, just lift your foot."
He hesitated for a moment, then obediently lifted his foot, allowing Fang Chuan to take off his shoes. But just as he was about to put on his slippers, he was stopped again.
Fang Chuan opened the shoe cabinet, picked out a pair of red-soled leather shoes that he had prepared for a long time, and knelt down in front of his boss, Mr. Huang.
"Boss, lift your foot."
Huang Fuda looked down at Fang Chuan's dark eyes, his hands growing colder and colder.
After changing his shoes, Fang Chuan led him towards the bedroom.
The soft clatter of leather shoes on the tiles, combined with the ticking of the second hand on the wall, made Huang Fuda feel a little breathless.
He was forced to sit on the edge of the bed, while Fang Chuan gently knelt down and leaned down to kiss the tip of Huang Fuda's right shoe. His foot was lifted and placed next to Fang Chuan's face, where Fang Chuan gently rubbed his face against it.
"Huang Fuda, I really like you, so when you said you would agree to be with me, did you mean you could be with me?"
Huang Fuda tightened his grip on the edge of the bed, then smiled.
"Of course."
His leather-shoe-clad foot was dragged across Fang Chuan's neck, stepped onto his chest, and finally rested below Fang Chuan's abdomen.
Fang Chuan climbed his other hand up Huang Fuda's leg, looked up at his boss, and asked, "Does your back still hurt today?"
"...It doesn't hurt anymore."
That's wonderful.
Fang Chuan put on the waist chain he wore yesterday, and the bell kept ringing.
Despite the white stains on his red shoes, Huang Fuda, dressed in a suit and tie, still looked dignified and elegant.
If you ignore the long slit in the middle of the suit pants.
Fang Chuan lifted one of his legs and pressed him against the wall, while his hand measured the size of his chest through his shirt. It was sometimes soft and sometimes taut, with only a small thing that was like a pebble wrapped in soft flesh, rolling around on his fingertips.
The waist chain swayed slowly as Fang Chuan kissed the small section of Huang Fuda's exposed nape and said, "Boss, call out, I want to hear it."
The head that was bowing against the wall turned slightly to the side, revealing Huang Fuda's beautiful nose. Sweat dripped down his forehead. He opened his throat and, accompanied by the sudden increase in the speed and volume of the bell, let out a mournful and unbearable low moan.
He was shouting, and the person on the screen was shouting too. He was being held openly in Fang Chuan's arms, his face directly facing the screen.
Fang Chuan pinched his chin and made him open his eyes. "Boss, this screen is big, you should be able to see it more clearly. That's how your two moles look when they're pushed up. I'll demonstrate it for you again... Open your eyes wide and watch carefully."
Sweat soaked through his shirt, his trousers were also wet with a large dark stain, and his suit jacket was completely wrinkled and looked utterly ruined.
"Huang Fuda, I like you, do you like me?"
"like……"
Fang Chuan turned his head and saw Huang Fuda suddenly raise his neck in front of his shoulder, grip his arm tightly, and let out a trembling sigh.
"Then I'd like to give you a kiss, okay?"
Huang Fuda closed his eyes limply, smiled gently, and said, "Okay."
Fang Chuan was still worried about his boss Huang's back, so he hastily ended the conversation.
His clothes were completely unwearable, so Huang Fuda took them all off and went into the bathroom first.
Halfway through the shower, Fang Chuan came in. He stood under the shower, stretched out his arm and hugged Huang Fuda, gently rubbing his lower back with his hand: "Does it hurt?"
"fine."
Fang Chuan tiptoed and gently touched Huang Fuda's chapped lips. "Let me clean them for you; you can't reach them yourself."
It took them almost another half hour to finish cleaning.
Fang Chuan didn't have any suitable pajamas for Huang Fuda at home, so he just wrapped a bath towel around him and had him sit on the edge of the bed while he used a hairdryer to dry his boss Huang's hair.
"We must start work on schedule tomorrow, Fang Chuan. I can't afford to delay any longer."
"Okay, whatever you say," Fang Chuan replied lazily.
"Also, is your company cooperating with Beihong Real Estate?" Huang Fuda looked up and asked him.
Fang Chuan thought for a moment, and realized that Bei Hong Real Estate seemed to be involved in this PPP, so he agreed.
"Stay away from Bao Rongxiang; it seems he knows about our affair."
Fang Chuan paused for a moment. "How did he know?"
"Yu Xiangyang works under him. Be careful not to let General Manager Wu find out. Also, what happened this morning? You were too reckless. What if it gets reported to General Manager Wu? How will you explain that?"
Huang Fuda frowned slightly, but Fang Chuan smiled easily.
"Naturally, I'm new to this job and not familiar with the specifics, so I made a mistake. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
As long as you behave well.
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