My boss, my...
Huang Fuda stopped laughing, pushed Fang Chuan away, and said, "I have my own difficulties. Fang Chuan, don't have any expectations of me, and don't force me."
"Then go to another city. It's all the same no matter where you open it. You might do better business in a more developed area," Fang Chuan asked, puzzled.
"It's different. Drifting around is tiring. Besides, I've been in Fairy Leaf for a long time and don't want to leave."
"Would it be better if he weren't here?" Fang Chuan sat up and looked at him, the blanket slipping down from his chest and piling up around his waist.
Huang Fuda wrapped his long arm around him and made him lie down flat, then covered him tightly with the blanket.
“The Yun family is gone. The old man is mentally unstable, and Yun Ge is the only one left. If he dies, I'll only have a worse time. Yun Ge is not good, but at least he won't make my life in Xianye too difficult.” Huang Fuda turned off the light and patted Fang Chuan through the blanket. “Go to sleep.”
It was pitch black all around, with only their shallow breathing as the only sounds.
Just as Huang Fuda was half asleep, Fang Chuan spoke.
"Why do you have to do this kind of business..."
Huang Fuda patted his back in a daze and mumbled something indistinctly.
But who wants to be that lump of mud under their feet?
Fang Chuan woke up twice in the middle of the night, quietly slipping out of his boss Huang's arms to apply medicine to him. The second time he woke up, his pants were nowhere to be found, rolled up in some corner of the blanket. Afraid of waking his boss Huang, he didn't look for them and just slipped naked back into his boss Huang's arms to continue sleeping.
He's been going to the company early every day for training lately, and it's set a biological clock for him. This caused him to wake up around 6 a.m. the next day in the nape of Mr. Huang's neck.
The boss held him tightly, one arm pinned under his body, the other pressed against his lower back, his hand like sandpaper. Young and vigorous, his erect penis rubbed against the boss's clothes, and he couldn't help but feel a little aroused.
Fang Chuan's lower abdomen tightened, and he looked up at Boss Huang.
Its lips are red and a little dry and soft; it's still asleep.
Fang Chuan reached down and carefully watched Huang Fuda's mouth as he breathed, occasionally letting out a restrained tremor. Huang Fuda, amidst what Fang Chuan thought was silence, quietly awoke.
He closed his eyes, pretending not to know. But his lower body involuntarily became erect and came face to face with Fang Chuan's moving hand.
Fang Chuan was somewhat embarrassed and stunned, shifting his gaze from the boss's mouth to his eyes.
It's still closed.
Fang Chuan's throat bobbed, and he turned his back to him. The person behind him followed his movement, naturally withdrawing his arms from around him, lying down flat, and breathing evenly.
Fang Chuan hunched over, burying his head in the bed, breathing greedily, wanting to finish quickly. His muscles tightened and relaxed, and when he finally exhaled, he hesitated, looking at the thing in his hand.
Have you eaten? It's a bit disgusting.
Hogging the bed? How can he be so shameless?
Just as he was struggling with this, he heard the sound of tissues being pulled out from behind him, and then two tissues were handed to him.
Fang Chuan silently took the paper, wiped it clean, stood up, and threw it into the trash can with his neck flushed.
Along with his own face.
"Mr. Huang, you're up really early."
"It wasn't supposed to be this early."
Fang Chuan was speechless.
"I have to go to the company first this morning. I need to check your drainage system. I'll be back around 11 o'clock. What would you like to eat? I'll buy the groceries while I'm at it." Fang Chuan said as he got out of bed, walked around the bed naked, picked up his pajama pants from the floor, and put them on against the wall.
Huang Fuda sat half-upright on the edge of the bed, propped one leg up, opened a can of beer by the bedside, and drank half of it in one go.
"So thirsty, yet you're drinking so early in the morning." Fang Chuan looked up at him.
Huang Fuda gave a low hum, not even looking at him, his voice hoarse: "Any dish is fine, I'm not picky."
"Boss, don't worry, the interior decoration can be done by next week at the latest. With me in charge, they won't slack off."
"Um."
Fang Chuan quickly washed up, grabbed his car keys, and went home to change his clothes.
Feeling uneasy, he backed up the videos several times and even secretly stored them in a bank safe deposit box using a separate USB drive.
Huang Fuda cares so much about his video, he must be afraid. He values his career, but ultimately, this video won't have much impact on his Yundao. It's not a listed company, and it won't cause the stock price to drop.
So it's for personal reasons. What personal reasons? Family? He doesn't have any. He checked his younger brother himself; he's long dead. Friends? He doesn't seem like someone who has friends. Subordinates? Who would dare say a word against his boss?
I'm sure I can get in touch with this person, but who is it?
Fang Chuan thought about this all the way to the company, and when he got out of the car, he bumped into President Wu.
"Mom, you're here so early today."
"Mom has to work hard to earn money to support you, otherwise where will the money come from for you to play around outside and stay out all night?"
Fang Chuan's heart skipped a beat. He turned to look at his mother and said with a warm smile, "I've been staying at the band's rehearsal place lately because it gets too late at night."
Fang's mother glanced at him and said, "I heard that your band recently went to the next city, Xiao Chuan. Which band friend did you accompany?"
Fang Chuan gave an awkward laugh, cold sweat breaking out on his back.
"Actually, I went to a friend's house to play games... Mom, you went to my apartment yesterday?"
"Oh...so, Xiaochuan didn't go back to the apartment to sleep yesterday, and his mother didn't even know. Be careful when you go out and make friends; just don't hang out with those shady characters in bars."
"Okay, Mr. Wu!" Fang Chuan said with a sweet smile, hugging his mother's arm.
After accompanying his mother into the company, Fang Chuan separated from her.
Does his mother know that he didn't go home yesterday? There were no signs of anyone coming to the apartment, and she didn't tell Liu Jiacheng or anyone else about it. Could it be that he's overthinking things?
Fang Chuan frowned and sat down at his workstation.
Recently, General Manager Wu gave him another small project to handle entirely. Fang Chuan had worked with the Yunquanhui project team before, so he could quickly get started with this small project, which was basically not difficult.
However, Fang Chuan has only been specifically involved with Yunquanhui during this period, which mainly focuses on indoor operations. As for other businesses, Fang Chuan has only glanced at them and hasn't gone into much depth. It seems that the company is preparing to participate in a PPP project, a government-enterprise cooperation project that is large and comprehensive enough. He wants to go there, even if it's just as a secretary.
He quickly finished his work in the morning and then slipped away openly at 10:30.
I passed by a supermarket, went in and bought some things. When I came out, I saw that the row of old shops across the street were surrounded by construction fences. I heard from the people around that another shopping mall was going to be built.
Fang Chuan didn't interfere much; this had been the case for years—old buildings kept collapsing, and new ones kept rising. Xianye was like an old train left behind by the times; now it was time for a new one.
Upon entering the house, he found his boss, Mr. Huang, sitting on the sofa with his laptop. Looking closer, he saw it was a financial statement.
"How much money do you need to earn to be satisfied, my boss? I finally get a day off, and you still have to stay home and watch this stuff."
"Your boss, Mr. Huang, is broke. All his money is tied up in projects. He also needs to make an advance payment for your mother's construction work soon, and he'll have to squeeze that out of every penny."
Huang Fuda quickly finished browsing, then put away his computer and went to the kitchen to help Fang Chuan. The empty house suddenly felt warm and inviting.
After the meal, Fang Chuan applied some more medicine to Huang Fuda's face, and the marks were almost invisible, thanks entirely to Fang Chuan's meticulous care. He also changed the plaster on Huang Fuda's lower back, thinking to himself, "He's really getting old; even a little pressure can break it. All that muscle he has is just for show."
The two sat on the sofa and projected a comedy onto the screen. His boss, Ed Sheeran, has a really low threshold for laughter, but when he does laugh, it's genuinely funny.
He held up a plate of washed and cut fruit and fed it to his boss, Mr. Huang, bite by bite. Mr. Huang was so unrefined; he didn't even spit out the seeds from the grapes and watermelon.
Fang Chuan placed his hand below Huang Fuda's mouth and said, "Spit out the seeds, boss."
Huang Fuda had just finished a hearty laugh when he heard Fang Chuan speak. He turned to look at him, his eyes crinkling with a smile, completely different from his usual self. Fang Chuan's heart pounded when he saw this.
"...Boss, maybe you should watch more comedies."
Huang Fuda took the fruit plate from his hand and put it in his own. "I haven't had time. The last time I saw it was five or six years ago, at a staff gathering."
"Your life is so boring." Fang Chuan opened his mouth and bit into the watermelon that the boss put into his mouth, and swallowed it without spitting out the seeds, just like him.
It seems...not bad?
"Can you stay here with me all the time?" Huang Fuda asked.
Fang Chuan's previously lighthearted mood instantly plummeted.
Of course not.
His mother's situation always makes him anxious.
He didn't know what would happen if Fang's mother found out about their strange relationship, but it certainly wouldn't be a pleasant reaction.
Fang Chuan was terrified. Everything he had was given to him by his parents. He might not care about it, but he couldn't live without it. Without these things, he feared he would never see Huang Fuda even once.
He thought for a moment, then said, "I'll leave after I finish watching this movie. Remember to eat dinner tonight."
Before leaving, Fang Chuan glanced at Huang Fuda's face; the handprint was no longer visible. He then changed the plaster on Huang's face before leaving with peace of mind.
Halfway there, Fang Chuan worried that Boss Huang might have a meager meal, so he went to the supermarket to buy some groceries to take up to him.
He was almost there after crossing the street and turning the corner. He waited for the light to turn green at the intersection, and then he saw a familiar car drive through the intersection with its windows wide open. In the driver's seat was Huang Fuda.
He was wearing a light-colored turtleneck long-sleeved shirt and didn't notice Fang Chuan's car at the intersection at all; he also didn't remember what Fang Chuan's car looked like.
Where is Huang Fuda going? That's not the direction of the company, and he's dressed like that, so it doesn't look like he's going to work.
Fang Chuan was unusually calm, even a little excited, and quietly followed them.
Huang Fuda's car was parked in front of an old residential compound. Fang Chuan hid under a tree by the roadside, watching quietly.
His boss, Mr. Huang, got out of the car, went into the supermarket near the entrance, stayed inside for about five minutes, and then got back into the car with fruits and vegetables. The machine at the entrance of the residential area automatically recognized Mr. Huang's license plate number, indicating that he comes here often and that it even recorded his license plate.
The fact that they didn't bring gifts suggests a relatively close relationship. Bringing vegetables in addition to fruit indicates that they are not only close but also very familiar and intimate with the person they are meeting.
Fang Chuan got out of the car, went into a shop near the entrance, bought a pack of cigarettes from the owner, and casually asked while paying, "Uncle, what kind of people live in this residential compound?"
“There are all kinds of people here, but initially, the houses were allocated to cadres, and many of them still live there now.”
cadre.
He and Huang Fuda.
Fang Chuan sat in the car, propping his head up with his arm on the window as he pondered.
Huang Fuda came to Xianye at the age of 13. The first person to take him in was Yang Zhengping, the current director of the Public Security Bureau.
He told himself he wanted a home, a family. He cared so much about this because he didn't have one. So he cared about Yang Zhengping. Did Yang Zhengping count as family in his heart? If not a family member, was he at least half a family member?
He said the fairy leaves are different. Of course they are different. There is no Yang Zhengping in other places.
Everything makes sense now.
That night, he was out of control and didn't have time to think things through. But now he remembered everything; when he said he would call the police, Huang Fuda's expression was clearly off.
Huang Fuda was afraid, terrified. He was so afraid that he didn't care if Yun Ge slapped him, but he deliberately wore long sleeves and a high collar because he was afraid Yang Zhengping would discover the hickeys.
Not to mention those kinds of videos.
Fang Chuan's eyes were filled with fervor, his heart was pounding, and he felt comfortable from head to toe.
He felt an unprecedented sense of ease and joy.
My dear Mr. Huang, I've caught you! Where can you run now?
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