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Huang Fuda has no home. A few years ago, when Yunfeng was still alive, they would go back to the Yun family home together for the Mid-Autumn Festival. After Yunfeng left, he started spending the holiday with Director Yang.
If both Director Yang and he are available.
But Director Yang was busy this year, saying he was investigating something and didn't have time. So, Huang Fuda was the only one left that day.
Yu Xiangyang didn't leave this Mid-Autumn Festival mainly because he wanted to make a good impression on Huang Fuda. He made an appointment with Boss Huang to have dinner together, and Boss Huang happened to be alone, so he agreed.
Xiang Yang wasn't the only one thinking about Huang Fuda; Fang Chuan was also thinking about it.
He knew that Boss Huang had no relatives and would most likely spend the Mid-Autumn Festival alone. Fang Chuan couldn't leave at night and had to stay at home, so the only free time was noon.
Fang Chuan always goes to Yun Island. He has a few "informants" who know that Boss Huang is still at work today, so he came secretly.
It wasn't that he liked to come secretly; it was just that he guessed Huang Fuda wouldn't agree to go with him, so he decided to take advantage of the large number of people around so that Boss Huang wouldn't be able to embarrass him, and deliberately acted first and informed Huang later.
He was busy calculating, and he put the shirt that the passenger had bought for Boss Huang on the back seat.
He was a little nervous, but mostly excited; heaven knows how long it had been since he'd spent time alone with Boss Huang.
His gaze swept across the street, glancing occasionally at the entrance of the Cloud Island headquarters, when suddenly he spotted someone.
How did Yu Xiangyang end up walking out of the Yundao Hotel?
What was he doing? Why was he holding Huang Fuda's arm? And why was he putting his mouth close to Huang Fuda's ear?
So this is his "friend"?
Fang Chuan felt cold in his hands and feet. He had been working long hours to take over the company's business as quickly as possible, and now the two of them had gotten together.
Great, that's fucking great.
Huang Fuda answered a phone call at the door, then turned around and went back into the building, leaving Xiangyang alone to wait.
Fang Chuan got out of the car, walked over angrily, grabbed Yu Xiangyang's arm and dragged him into a nearby alley. He pulled Yu Xiangyang by the collar and slammed him against the wall.
He gritted his teeth, furious.
"Yu Xiangyang, aren't you going to explain yourself?"
Yu Xiangyang panicked for a moment, but only for a moment.
"What's there to explain? Who I walk with is none of your business."
"Why Huang Fuda? Who else could it be? Why Huang Fuda of all people? You know something, don't you?"
"I asked you that, Fang Chuan."
Fang Chuan frowned at him, not understanding what he was saying.
“I asked you before if you had broken up with your boyfriend, and you said no. You two weren’t in the ambiguous stage, and you weren’t a couple. You two have already broken up. I didn’t steal your boyfriend, and I didn’t do anything wrong to you. Why are you taking your anger out on me now?”
Fang Chuan sneered after hearing this, tightened his grip, and said, "What relationship do we have? You don't know anything! What are you to presume to tell me what to do? Even if we are nothing, it has nothing to do with you!"
Yu Xiangyang's face turned red from being squeezed, and he tried to pull Fang Chuan's hand down with all his might, but it was no use. He could only manage to utter a few words: "You, know nothing."
After saying that, Yu Xiangyang stopped struggling and looked at him with a hint of mockery: "Huang Fuda will be out soon. Go ahead and strangle me if you dare."
After hearing this, Fang Chuan glanced at the alley entrance, and seeing that no one was coming, he turned his gaze back to Yu Xiangyang's face.
“You must have provoked him first. I know him too well. If you hadn’t taken the initiative, Huang Fuda would never have brought you back to keep you.”
Clap clap clap.
Yu Xiangyang clapped his hands.
“Yeah, you know him too well. But what’s the use? Did he support you? Oh right, Fang Chuan, no wonder you can’t forget him and are so depressed. Boss Huang is really good, in every way,” Yu Xiangyang grinned provocatively, “'In that aspect' he’s even better.”
Veins bulged on his hands as Fang Chuan struggled to control himself, his breathing rapid and his temples throbbing. He closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them again, staring intently at Yu Xiangyang.
"Yu Xiangyang, you just wait."
Loosening his collar, Fang Chuan walked towards the alley entrance, but turned back halfway, grabbed Yu Xiangyang's shoulder and pressed down, forcefully slamming his knee into his abdomen without holding back any strength.
After hitting him, he threw him on the ground and returned to his car, radiating an intense sense of unease.
When Huang Fuda came out, Yu Xiangyang had already returned to his original position, his face pale and clutching his stomach.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? If you're not feeling well, go home. You don't have to force yourself to go out to eat."
Yu Xiangyang was taken aback when he saw Huang Fuda's outstretched hand.
Fang Chuan, Fang Chuan, Fang Chuan, are you the only one allowed to like me?
"I'm fine, let's go quickly." Yu Xiangyang raised his head and smiled brightly.
Neither of them were into upscale restaurants, so they opted for a local specialty restaurant.
Yu Xiangyang ate his meal, but his mind was racing. He couldn't stay with Huang Fuda any longer; he didn't want to be supported indefinitely, but he couldn't get into Yun Island. Fang Chuan wouldn't let him off the hook either. If Fang Chuan and Huang Fuda got entangled, he would be the only one to suffer.
He has to leave; he must find another job before he leaves.
I glanced at Huang Fuda, who was eating intently.
It's really hard to part with it.
"Mr. Huang, I've thought about what happened last time. Could you introduce me to another boss?"
Huang Fuda swallowed the food in his mouth, didn't even look at Yu Xiangyang, and casually agreed.
Looking at Huang Fuda's reaction, Yu Xiangyang seemed to understand why the two had broken up. He suppressed the thought that had just crossed his mind; he wasn't a fool like Fang Chuan.
After having lunch, Huang Fuda returned to his office to continue working until late at night before driving home.
Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he gave everyone who could take the holiday a break, except for himself.
I parked the car, took the elevator upstairs, and as soon as I got to the top, I saw a dark figure at my door.
He coughed lightly, and the motion-sensor lights in the hallway turned on, making the figure at the door clearer.
Fang Chuan held the gift box containing the shirt in his hand and gave Huang Fuda a sweet smile from afar.
Huang Fuda breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was Fang Chuan. He walked to the door and asked, "Why are you here instead of spending the holiday at home?"
"I said I'd send Mr. Huang a shirt last time, and since it's Mid-Autumn Festival, I thought I'd just send it over." Fang Chuan looked at the motionless Huang Fuda. "Mr. Huang, aren't you going to invite me in for a bit? We're business partners, after all. You can't even give me that much face?"
Huang Fuda unlocked the combination lock, walked into the room, and gestured for him to come in and have some tea: "Come in and have some tea."
While Huang Fuda was making tea, Fang Chuan took the shirt out of the box. It was a black satin V-neck shirt.
"Mr. Huang, why don't you try it on? I don't know if it will fit."
Huang Fuda placed the teacup in front of Fang Chuan, looked at the shirt, but showed no intention of trying it on.
Seeing this, Fang Chuan continued, "It's just a small apology. Boss Huang, you won't think I have any other intentions, will you? I mean what I say, and I haven't bothered you these days. It really is just an apology. Just try it on, and if it doesn't fit, I can take it to the tailor to alter. Go to the bedroom to change; I won't look at you."
Having said all that, Huang Fuda couldn't refuse any longer, so he took the clothes and went into the bedroom.
The bedroom door closed in Fang Chuan's dark eyes. He expressionlessly turned his gaze back to the two cups of tea, took something out of his pocket, poured it into the Huang Fuda cup, and sat quietly on the sofa, listening to the ticking of the clock.
When the second hand struck 147, the bedroom door opened.
It fit perfectly, making Huang Fuda's chest skin appear even whiter. The shirt hem was tucked into his trousers, giving him a beautiful inverted triangle shape with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.
"No need to change it, it's just right." Huang Fuda said as he sat back down in his original seat.
"That's fine then."
Fang Chuan smiled slightly at him, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "Boss, what kind of tea is this? It has a jujube aroma, and it's quite fragrant."
“It’s White Peony.” Huang Fuda also picked it up and took a sip.
"Oh, I've never had this before. It has a sweet aftertaste, but it's a bit astringent."
Huang Fuda looked at him and asked, "Is it astringent? Is it alright?"
"There is a little bit, try it again."
The calloused hand picked up the teacup and brought it to its lips. The moist lips opened, letting the tea flow in.
Fang Chuan tilted his head and stared at Huang Fuda, asking, "Boss Huang, is it astringent?"
"There is a little, but not much."
Fang Chuan blinked, staring at him without moving. After a long silence, he said softly, "Huang Fuda, I have something I want to ask you. I'll leave after I ask."
"What's up."
Fang Chuan calmly asked, "Why did you leave the bar that day? Was it because you were angry?"
He fell silent.
Huang Fuda was annoyed that he had finally managed to put that day's events out of his mind, but now they had been brought up again. He stared at Fang Chuan's mouth, his mind filled with images of Fang Chuan kissing another man, and his heart felt inexplicably heavy.
"Something came up at the company, so I had to leave first. I forgot to say goodbye, sorry."
Fang Chuan stared at Huang Fuda's face and smiled, "That's good, as long as you're not angry."
"Boss, I've been standing at the door for too long, let me sit for another 5 minutes." Fang Chuan wiped his face, held the teacup with both hands, and drank it sip by sip.
The two fell silent, with only the second hand on the wall ticking away.
37, 38...
141……187……
Suddenly, Huang Fuda pinned him down, and Huang Fuda's angry face came right in front of him.
"Fang Chuan, you put something in the water!?"
"This medicine takes so long to work..."
Huang Fuda's limbs went limp, and when he had lost all his strength, Fang Chuan easily held him in his arms.
"I gave you a chance, Huang Fuda, why couldn't you seize it?" Fang Chuan rolled over and pinned Huang Fuda down, his hand touching Huang Fuda's mouth. "How did you manage to kiss someone else with that mouth of yours?"
Slowly move your hand down.
"How many people have touched this body?"
"How many people have you fucked with this thing down there?"
"How many more men have slept with her since then?"
Fang Chuan grabbed Huang Fuda's shirt collar with both hands and tore it open forcefully.
He said.
"Huang Fuda, I've had enough."
Buttons were scattered all over the floor, and Huang Fuda's hand dangled from the sofa, swaying back and forth in rhythm with Fang Chuan.
"Fang Chuan...do we really have to do this?"
Huang Fuda looked up at the sky, feeling as if he were bleeding and that every part of his body ached.
"Changing positions is fine too." Fang Chuan picked up Huang Fuda and walked into the bedroom. He didn't know how long the effects of the drug would last, so he needed to keep Huang Fuda immobilized.
Open Huang Fuda's wardrobe and pull out three leather belts.
"What are you trying to do?" Huang Fuda's voice came from behind.
Fang Chuan looked at Huang Fuda, smiled at him, and said nothing.
He bent Huang Fuda's knees and used leather belts to press his calves tightly against the back of his thighs, one on each side. Then he took the last leather belt and used it to tightly bind Huang Fuda's hands behind his back.
"Fang Chuan, haven't you caused enough trouble? Can we have a proper talk?"
Fang Chuan leaned down, looked at Huang Fuda's sweaty face, and said, "You can't say anything nice, what are you even talking about?"
After saying that, he grabbed a piece of clothing and stuffed it into Huang Fuda's mouth.
See, he's much better behaved now.
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