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After everything was settled, the two walked out side by side. Fang Chuan took the opportunity to invite Huang Fuda to lunch, saying it was to celebrate Huang Fuda becoming Boss Huang again.
Huang Fuda checked the time and declined.
"I'm rushing to catch a flight, I don't have enough time. Maybe next time, Fang Chuan."
Catching a plane? Where to? The hotel isn't finished yet, and he doesn't need to go on business trips right now, so what else could he be doing? Fang Chuan's confusion was clearly written on his face, and Huang Fuda, seeing this, added an explanation: "He's going to a fashion show; it's already arranged."
Fang Chuan slowed down. Calculating the time, it should be the swimsuit show originally scheduled for Hai City. Fang Chuan frowned and advised, "Didn't you already terminate the contract? Why do you still want to go? Other models will take your place. They'd love to go. Just don't go."
"I had made an appointment with the designer; he specifically asked me to go, so it wasn't appropriate to change the person."
"Specified name?" Fang Chuan quickened his pace, walking alongside Huang Fuda. "What designer? Are you familiar with him?"
Huang Fuda casually said, "Not familiar with him. But he just casually throws away 3 million worth of Baida Peili, so he must be quite well-off. It wouldn't hurt to get to know him."
Fang Chuan lowered his eyes and didn't speak. The two walked out of the building, and Fang Chuan's driver drove a black sedan in front of them. It was the same car Fang Chuan had driven back in Xianye, very low-key.
"Go to the garage and drive that Bentayga out," Fang Chuan instructed the driver.
Huang Fuda stood aside and waited for Fang Chuan and the driver to finish talking before saying goodbye to Fang Chuan, but Fang Chuan stopped him.
“I also want to see the exhibition. Your flight is at 3 o’clock, right? Let’s go together.” Fang Chuan tilted his head and smiled. “I’ll have the driver take us both to the airport later, so let’s go eat first.”
Huang Fuda stared at him for a few seconds, then turned around and said, "Okay."
Fang Chuan let Huang Fuda sit in the boss's seat, and sat next to him. The car door closed automatically. Fang Chuan turned his head to look at Huang Fuda's long legs and remained silent for a moment.
"It's still not spacious enough. I wish I hadn't bought this one. But the seats have a massage function, shall I try it?"
Huang Fuda took the small tablet, adjusted his chair to lie down, turned on the massage mode, and said to Fang Chuan with a smile, "President Fang still enjoys it the most."
Fang Chuan didn't respond, but just smiled and moved the middle armrest up. Then he leaned close to Huang Fuda, his head very close. "But my massage is much better than that, isn't it, boss? I'll give you a massage tonight?"
Huang Fuda chuckled softly, then looked up and gazed into Fang Chuan's eyes, their breaths mingling.
"It would be my great honor."
Fang Chuan leaned closer and closer, his eyes filled with a hint of infatuation. The atmosphere was just right when suddenly a horn blared from behind the car, urging them on.
Who's blind?!
Looking ahead, the green light had been on for quite some time when the driver finally started moving, clearly having been distracted by the show.
"Don't bother coming back next time," Fang Chuan warned the driver, sitting back down in his seat. The driver nodded repeatedly.
Huang Fuda glanced at him subtly, then closed his eyes to rest and said nothing more.
This was the first time he truly realized that Fang Chuan, the impetuous young man he once was, was no longer the same person he was five years ago. In terms of ability, status, and social connections, Fang Chuan had far surpassed Huang Fuda in his current state, and even far surpassed the former Boss Huang. The only reason Fang Chuan was still willing to condescend to fawn over and flatter him was because of that one bit of affection.
After comparing the two situations, I realized that my previous rejections seemed ungrateful.
The airport was noisy, and just as Huang Fuda was about to step on a child, Fang Chuan quickly reached out and pulled him away.
"Why are you still daydreaming, boss? Wake up, we're in Haishi."
Huang Fuda looked around blankly. It was the airport in Haishi. He rubbed his head, then bowed and apologized to the child's parents.
Fang Chuan glanced at him, then grabbed his arm and said as they walked, "I've booked a hotel for us, near your venue. The hotel car has already arrived."
"Hmm? The organizers have already booked a hotel for me, right next to the show venue."
Where did you book it?
Huang Fuda thought for a moment, but couldn't remember, so he took out his phone again and glanced at it, saying, "It's the Hilton across the street."
"Then let's go to the place I booked. It's 13,000 a night and can't be cancelled."
Huang Fuda lowered his eyes and smiled, "Then I have to try it. I've never stayed in such an expensive place before."
Fang Chuan quickened his pace, overtaking Huang Fuda, and then began to walk back with his hands behind his back, facing Huang Fuda. His steps were light, and he teased, "Is there a reward?"
"I'll treat you to a meal."
Fang Chuan turned around and walked alongside Huang Fuda again, making a request: "Then I want you to make it. No one outside can cook as well as you. Come to my house to cook. My house has more complete kitchen utensils and an open-air balcony where we can sit and eat."
The hotel was by the river. After taking his room key, he was led to his suite by a waiter. Fang Chuan swiped his card to open the door and gestured for him to enter, like a young gentleman.
Huang Fuda waved for the waiter to leave, then leaned against the wall by the door and asked, "Want a room?"
“13,000 a night, that’s expensive. I’m poor, I can’t afford two rooms.” Fang Chuan remained in the same position, smiling at him.
"It's okay, I'll just go back to my hotel."
Although he had already guessed it was a room, seeing how blatantly he was trying to deceive Fang Chuan, he still didn't want Fang Chuan to get away with it so easily. Huang Fuda pretended to leave, and then a hand immediately appeared on his arm. Fang Chuan gently shook Huang Fuda's hand and pleaded, "Didn't we agree that I would give you a massage tonight? The suite is very spacious, I won't do anything. Boss, don't go."
Huang Fuda looked at Fang Chuan and thought he didn't look like a company boss at all. He just pretended to be pitiful and acted cute, and Huang Fuda actually fell for it.
It was gloomy and muggy in Haishi today. Although he only walked a few steps outside, he still broke out in a sweat. After asking Fang Chuan, Huang Fuda took a shower. When he came out, the lights along the river were already on. Huang Fuda stood in front of the window. The building was very tall, and he could see half of Haishi below. There were crowds of people below, like ants. He was one of them, but now he was floating in mid-air, neither up nor down.
Standing high above the city, he felt as if his legs were rooted to the spot, unwilling to move. Or perhaps he couldn't say he didn't want to move; he simply didn't want to go down any further. That was all.
Fang Chuan saw that Huang Fuda had finished washing up and was just standing by the window without drying his hair. The water on his body was still dripping down his legs. He walked over, touched Huang Fuda's wet hair, and said, "Boss, let me dry it for you."
Huang Fuda avoided his hand, "No need, you go take a shower, I'll blow myself."
"Okay." Fang Chuan put down his hand, turned his back, smelled his fingertips, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
The sound of water was loud inside. Huang Fuda glanced back briefly, then picked up the hairdryer to dry his hair. He didn't know what hairstyle to get tonight; the show started at 10 pm, and it would probably be past midnight by the time it ended.
After Huang Fuda finished drying his hair, Fang Chuan still hadn't come out, so he went to lie down on the bed. There was only one 2-meter-wide bed facing the window. He waited and waited until it was getting dark when Fang Chuan finally came out.
Huang Fuda turned to the side and waited for Fang Chuan to walk to the bedside with a relaxed expression and squinted eyes before saying, "I need to go ahead. You're not in a hurry, you can wait a little longer."
"I'll be with you."
Fang Chuan sat on the edge of the bed, pressed the mattress, and asked, "How have you been sleeping lately?"
"It's passable."
"I've had someone buy a mattress, and it will be delivered to your home when we get back, so you can sleep better."
Huang Fuda sat up, said thank you, and then took off his bathrobe in front of Fang Chuan, revealing himself to be completely naked underneath. Fang Chuan's mouth opened slightly, he hesitated for a few seconds, and then quickly turned his face away.
Huang Fuda glanced at him, took out clothes from his suitcase and changed, then stood by the bed and asked him, "Aren't we going to travel together? Hurry up and change your clothes."
“…Oh, oh, okay.” Fang Chuan rummaged through his clothes and awkwardly walked to the bathroom.
Huang Fuda went outside to the sofa, opened a bottle of water, drank half of it, and then patiently waited for Fang Chuan to change his clothes and come out.
When Huang Fuda arrived at the show's dressing room, almost everyone had arrived. He looked around, but the designer was nowhere to be seen. He looked away and randomly found a makeup artist who was available.
He had hoped to strike up a conversation with the designer, but they barely exchanged a few proper words all night, only managing to add each other on WeChat. When he walked out from backstage, Fang Chuan was waiting for him at the door, with a female model beside him; he couldn't tell what they were talking about.
As Huang Fuda approached, he gradually overheard their conversation. Fang Chuan was saying that he already had a family. After Fang Chuan finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of Huang Fuda out of the corner of his eye. He immediately abandoned the model and went to Huang Fuda's side, beaming with joy.
"It's already 12 o'clock, let's go. Boss, I'm so sleepy." Fang Chuan tugged at Huang Fuda's clothes with a wronged expression.
After covering his face with concealer, Huang Fuda took another shower after returning to the hotel. After showering, he habitually took out a face mask and put it on. Fang Chuan stared at him in shock.
"When did you start using face masks...?"
Huang Fuda pulled the face mask down to fit the face perfectly and said, "I make a living with my face. My manager told me to put this on."
He walked slowly toward the liquor cabinet in his bathrobe, water droplets falling from his hair and between his legs to the floor, shimmering faintly under the light.
With his back to Fang Chuan, Huang Fuda said, "Mr. Fang, I'd like to open a bottle of wine."
Fang Chuan walked over to him, glanced at the wine cabinet, and took out a bottle of white wine with a low alcohol content. "It's late, don't drink anything too strong."
He took two more wine glasses and put them in the refrigerator along with the wine, telling Huang Fuda to wait for him to finish his shower so they could drink together.
When he came out after washing up, Huang Fuda was indeed well-behaved, sitting on the tatami by the window. The window was very large, making Huang Fuda look much smaller. He was wearing a white bathrobe, with one leg propped up, and a face mask on his face.
Huang Fuda turned around and said, "So fast."
"I'm afraid you'll drink it secretly."
Fang Chuan walked to the refrigerator and took out the wine and glasses. He placed the wine on the long tatami mat, poured two glasses, and handed them to Huang Fuda.
Huang Fuda didn't take it at first. He peeled off the face mask and threw it aside before accepting the wine. It was slightly sweet on the palate, and even more refreshing after being chilled. Huang Fuda comfortably half-closed his eyes.
"Two drinks are enough; any more might upset your stomach." Fang Chuan stared intently at Huang Fuda's moist lips, his eyes deep and unfathomable, before taking a small sip of wine.
"Okay, you pay, I'll do whatever you say." Huang Fuda finished the rest of his drink in one gulp, then got up, reached for the bottle, and poured himself another full glass.
Fang Chuan stopped his hand and said with a laugh, "Who pours wine this full? This glass is enough for two glasses. How can you still cheat?"
“Then you should say two and a half glasses.” Huang Fuda twisted his wrist, dodging Fang Chuan, brought the wine glass to his lips, took a big gulp, and felt very satisfied as the icy glass went down his throat.
"No, you're a grown man, how can you still act like this?" Fang Chuan took the remaining half cup from him and sipped it himself. "If you're sleepy, go to bed first. I'll come over after I finish my drink."
"It's okay, I'll wait for you."
Fang Chuan tightened his grip on the wine glass, his eyes darting between Huang Fuda's bare legs and chest, then turned his head away, quickly finished the wine in his glass, and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's go."
He hadn't slept in the same bed or shared the same blanket with Huang Fuda for five years. Now, lying on the bed, only half an arm's length apart, he was very nervous.
Should I say something?
Can we do something directly?
I want to hug him.
I wanted more than just hug him.
"Fang Chuan, are you just going to lie there like that?"
Fang Chuan stiffly turned his neck, his heart pounding, and asked, "What do you mean?"
Huang Fuda rolled over, lay face down on the bed, lifted the blanket, and his bathrobe was wrinkled a little below his buttocks, revealing two straight, long legs full of masculine charm.
His voice was soft and languid as he reminded me, "Didn't you say there would be a massage? Do I need to take off my bathrobe too?"
After he finished speaking, he even started to untie the belt, and his bathrobe slipped halfway off his shoulders. Fang Chuan quickly pulled it back up for him.
"No need to take it off!"
"I'll massage you through your clothes."
Huang Fuda was silent for a moment, then chuckled softly twice while lying on his pillow, and asked, "Is that enough?"
“That’s enough.” Fang Chuan lowered his eyes and said softly, “I know what you’re thinking, but I’m not like them.”
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