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Huang Fuda watched Fang Chuan leave, then walked back to the exhibition hall himself. As soon as he returned, the area around the car became lively again.
His wrist was still a little sore. He hadn't expected to run into Fang Chuan here. It was too unexpected. Huang Fuda didn't even have time to react before he was dragged away.
He loosened his wrists, stopped thinking about it, and started working while considering what to eat for lunch. The boxed lunches provided at exhibitions were usually not very good, but today's lunch was surprisingly decent.
On the last day of the exhibition, they were suddenly informed by the organizer that the exhibition would be extended by two days. Huang Fuda sat in the rest area and sent a message to Lin Fengxiao, telling him that he would be back two days later. Then, when he looked up, he saw Fang Chuan again.
Fang Chuan, dressed in a white T-shirt and trousers, bent down and smiled brightly at him, saying, "It's the last day, right? I thought I'd try my luck, and I actually managed to run into you. What time is your train? If you still have time, I'll treat you to a meal."
Huang Fuda put away his phone and said, "The exhibition has been extended by two days, so I'm not leaving yet. Let me treat you; I'm about to get off work anyway."
He stood up, picked up his clothes, and turned to Fang Chuan, saying, "Wait for me a moment, I'm going to change my clothes."
The organizers provided shirts and trousers today, and required them to be buttoned up tightly. It's the hottest time of the year, and even with the air conditioning in the mall, it's stuffy. Huang Fuda unbuttoned a few buttons at the collar, quickly changed into his own short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and came out. Fang Chuan was sitting in his original spot, and Huang Fuda bent down to pick up the phone next to him.
"Let me treat you. You can treat me when I visit you in the future." Fang Chuan stood up and walked towards the exit. "Oh, by the way, where do you live now?"
"The hotel arranged by the organizer is in the building behind."
Fang Chuan stopped, turned around, and smiled with narrowed eyes, "I mean, where do you live most of the year now?"
Huang Fuda raised his hand and loosened his scalp. The hair gel had been holding his hair in place all day, and it was a little uncomfortable. When he heard Fang Chuan's question, he casually replied, "In Sichuan."
Fang Chuan offered to treat Huang Fuda, and Huang Fuda didn't refuse. Since Huang Fuda was a guest in Los Angeles, it wouldn't be appropriate to refuse again. Fang Chuan took him to the underground parking lot in the elevator, where they parked next to a brand-new Bentley.
"I just picked up the car." Fang Chuan opened the passenger door, his hand blocking the top of the door. "Get in."
After seeing Huang Fuda get into the car, Fang Chuan then sat in the driver's seat.
"Have you been living in Sichuan for the past few years? It's very hot there, can you stand it?"
“At first, I did some aquatic product business in Huazhou, but I lost it all after a few typhoons. Then I went to Jinhai to do sales and business development. After I got to the top, I was pushed down because I was gay.”
"Just because he's gay?"
“That boss was deceived emotionally by a gay man and also lost most of his assets.” Huang Fuda smiled helplessly. “He was unlucky. I had kept it well hidden, but I don’t know who exposed it.”
"Later, a friend recommended that Chuandu was also quite nice, so I went there again."
As the car drove out of the underground, Huang Fuda's phone rang. "Fang Chuan, I need to take this call."
“Feng Xiao… um, I’m off work… I ran into a friend, and we’re going out to eat together now. You’re off work too?… That’s pretty early today… um, my flight is the day after tomorrow, so I’ll be home that night… You don’t need to pick me up… Okay, then come whenever you want…”
Fang Chuan listened in silence, and after Huang Fuda hung up the phone, he asked with a smile, "Whose call was this? Are you checking up on people at home?"
"The exhibition has been suddenly extended; let him know."
What does he do?
"He's a doctor."
"Doctors must be very busy, often working overtime and not at home."
Huang Fuda rolled down the car window to let the wind in. The car, which had just been cooled by the air conditioner, was instantly filled with a surge of hot air. Huang Fuda paused for a moment and then closed the window again.
"He is a psychologist, and he is not very busy."
Fang Chuan rolled down the passenger window again and said, "No need to close it, leave it open if you want."
The car drove smoothly towards Fang Chuan's house. Huang Fuda looked at the dwindling number of shops and asked in confusion, "Where should we eat?"
"Come to my place, I'll cook for you. Don't you like eating out?"
Huang Fuda sat up straight and looked at Fang Chuan. "It's fine to eat out. I'm not picky. Your wife is home too, so it's inconvenient for her to come over."
The car lurched to a halt. Fang Chuan, his neck stiff, released the brake and asked, "How did you know I was married...?"
"You sent me an invitation when you got married two years ago. Don't you remember?"
Fang Chuan turned to Huang Fuda in shock and said, "I don't even know where you are, how can I send you a gift..."
No need to guess anymore.
It's General Wu.
Fang Chuan swallowed his words, and seeing Huang Fuda's calm gaze, he couldn't help but panic. Huang Fuda, seeing this, guessed what was going on, and didn't say anything more; the two fell silent.
The car turned around and drove back the way it came. Fang Chuan pursed his lips, gripped the steering wheel tightly, and stopped looking at him.
The location was a private Cantonese restaurant. After Fang Chuan ordered a few dishes, he handed the menu to Huang Fuda.
"You've lived in Huazhou before, so you can check if their food is authentic."
Huang Fuda smiled gently, "I can't really taste it."
Fang Chuan was taken aback by Huang Fuda's laughter. He lowered his eyes and asked, "How long have you been with him?"
"It's been two years."
"Your relationship seems to be going well?"
"fine."
As the dishes were served one after another, Fang Chuan used serving chopsticks to pick up a shrimp dumpling for Huang Fuda, saying, "Try it, theirs is pretty good."
Huang Fuda picked up his chopsticks, used them to pick up a piece, and asked, "How are things between you and Miss Chen?"
"...That's fine too."
After Fang Chuan finished speaking, he began to observe Huang Fuda. There were still a few gray hairs, but he looked much better than before. Moreover, his hair no longer covered his eyes; it was held back with hair gel. The dark circles under his eyes were gone, and he looked much more energetic. He was dressed more loosely, and there was always a slight smile on his lips.
He must be very happy now.
Fang Chuan lowered his head, unable to describe his feelings. He had almost forgotten Huang Fuda, almost forgotten him, but Huang Fuda was like a box that was found during a move, suddenly popping up again and telling him that he was doing very well now, that he was really doing well after leaving him.
"Fang Chuan, how is Yu Xiangyang recovering?"
Fang Chuan raised his head and said, "I can walk and grab chopsticks normally, I have a cochlear implant and can hear, I can say some simple words, and we found a donor for my corneas, so I can see now."
He poured Huang Fuda a cup of tea and said, "Do you know that he is an informant planted in Beihong?"
Huang Fuda had a guess, but wasn't sure.
“He was buried in Beihong after your car accident. Later, he was exposed, which is why he ended up like this. Don’t feel too guilty. Yu Xiangyang is now working in the bureau’s archives. She has a permanent position and a boyfriend who is a policeman. It’s all good.”
"He also asked me to return the money to you." Fang Chuan took out his phone, opened the WeChat QR code, and pushed it in front of Huang Fuda. "Let's add each other on WeChat, so I can return the money to you on his behalf."
Huang Fuda pushed the phone back and said, "No need."
Fang Chuan smiled and pushed the phone over again, "It's over two million, take it."
"Really, it's not necessary. If he really doesn't want it, then just donate it all to the orphanage for me."
Huang Fuda tried to push the phone back, but was stopped halfway by another hand.
"Let's add each other on WeChat."
Fang Chuan stared at him without blinking until Huang Fuda took out his phone and scanned the code before he looked away.
I took my phone back, quickly accepted the friend request, clicked on the profile picture, which was a landscape photo, and scrolled through my Moments, but there was nothing there.
It's empty, without a trace of the past five years.
Fang Chuan slowly stuffed something into his mouth, then hesitated before saying, "I owe you four hotels, and now I can give them to you. Where... do you want them built?"
Huang Fuda laughed out loud. He put down his chopsticks and said, "I never took it seriously. You don't need to give it to me."
“But what I said is true,” Fang Chuan said quietly, looking at him. “Giving you all four at once might be a bit difficult, but giving you two first is no problem.”
Huang Fuda smiled politely, propped his head up, and looked at him. "Fang Chuan, I've already let go of what happened back then. You don't need to do this."
Fang Chuan smiled and lowered his head, then said nothing more.
He drove the man back to the hotel, stopped the car, and leaned over to unbuckle Huang Fuda's seatbelt, but Huang Fuda stopped him.
"I'll do it myself."
Fang Chuan withdrew his hand and watched as Huang Fuda unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the door, got out of the car, and left.
He received a phone call halfway there, and the wind carried Huang Fuda's gentle laughter over. Fang Chuan listened and watched until he could no longer see Huang Fuda.
Fang Chuan got home very late. A cat and a dog were barking around him, they were hungry.
He turned on the light and squatted down to feed them.
"Your master doesn't want you anymore."
“He has his own home now, and he probably has new cats and dogs there.”
They were busy eating and completely ignored Fang Chuan. Fang Chuan patted the dog's head, got up and sat on the sofa to look at the model information that Chen Qing had just sent him.
Huang Fuda, stage name Huan, 33 years old, 190 cm tall, 86 kg, agent Sister Hua, works at Huajie Culture Media.
He sent the information to his assistant.
Check how many years his contract with Huajie is for, and see if it's possible to buy it.
After posting, I started searching for news about Huan online. I only found two photos from magazines, a few photos from small brand fashion shows, and some candid shots taken by passersby. He wasn't popular at all.
He breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, he should be able to afford it.
But he never expected that the Flower Realm wouldn't sell them.
Fang Chuan looked at his assistant and asked again, "Not for sale?"
"Yes, Mr. Fang, the people over there said that Huan has a different positioning and is highly valued by the higher-ups, so it's not for sale for the time being."
After dismissing his assistant, Fang Chuan sat in his office for a while before turning on the surveillance footage of the exhibition downstairs. It was too far away; he could only vaguely see the figures of people next to the car.
[Sync the video data from the drone next to the exhibition vehicle to me.]
After sending the message, Fang Chuan started looking at flights from Luozhou to Chengdu that night. There was only one flight available, and Huang Fuda had said he would leave that night, so that was the only option.
Fang Chuan booked a first-class ticket for this flight, and after booking, the drone's video was also synced to his computer in real time.
Today, he was dressed in a red shirt and black trousers, with armbands and suspenders. A group of men and women surrounded the car, some practically pressed their faces against Huang Fuda's chest. A security guard came and separated the crowd.
Security said, "Excuse me, everyone, please keep your distance from the models."
Huang Fuda looked at the drones hovering overhead and felt like a pair of eyes were watching him. He looked around and everything seemed normal.
The clothes were changed again in the afternoon, and several models gathered together to complain: "Changing clothes once a day is one thing, but it's the last day, why do we have to change twice? We also have to wear masks in the afternoon, it's so stuffy."
"Well, at least the clothes don't smell, and lunch was pretty good. Plus, the mask only covers half of my face, so it's alright."
During Huang Fuda's meal break, the person in charge of costumes walked up to him and handed him a mask.
“Huan, wear this mask this afternoon.”
Huang Fuda took the mask; it covered his entire face. He looked at the other people around him wearing half-face masks and asked, "Are there any more half-face masks? This one is too stuffy."
The person in charge said, "The positioning is different. You are in charge of the car part, so a full-face design would be more suitable."
It was so stuffy all afternoon. I was wearing a leather jacket, leather pants, leather boots, and a mask, and I was sweating buckets.
After the event, Huang Fuda went back to the hotel to take a shower before packing his luggage.
The flight was at 9:15, and it was already 11 o'clock when Huang Fuda got off the plane. He was pulling his suitcase towards the pick-up area when he saw Lin Fengxiao on the roadside.
Lin Fengxiao opened his arms, and the two hugged on the roadside. Then Huang Fuda lowered his head and exchanged a light kiss with him.
Fang Chuan hid in the crowd, watching from afar, and then hailed a taxi.
"Follow that white SUV ahead, and don't get spotted."
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