Open and frank
After returning home, Fang Chuan couldn't stop thinking about Huang Fuda. He said he wouldn't bother him, but once he saw him, he wanted to see him again. His boss Huang seemed to have some kind of magic, easily arousing his interest.
He tossed and turned in bed, excited about meeting Huang Fuda the next day, but also worried that Huang was just giving him a perfunctory answer. He was still thinking about giving Huang a shirt, hoping to see him wear a deep V-neck so he could show off his chest muscles.
Fang Chuan thought and thought until his mouth went dry, so he decided to go downstairs and get something cold to drink.
He opened the refrigerator, took out a coconut, and imagined the boss's full chest muscles sitting at the small bar, smoking it. Just as he was getting into it, he heard footsteps on the stairs.
Fang Chuan looked up and saw Yu Xiangyang. Yu Xiangyang looked like he had seen a ghost and greeted Fang Chuan with a pale face.
"What's wrong?" Fang Chuan asked.
"N-nothing... I was startled when I suddenly saw someone downstairs." Yu Xiangyang stammered, unwilling to say more. Fang Chuan looked at his face and guessed what was going on, but didn't say anything.
"After I finished using the restroom, I was thinking of going downstairs to get some water," Yu Xiangyang explained.
Fang Chuan smiled, opened the refrigerator door, and asked him what he wanted to drink.
"...Do you have any wine?"
The two sat at the bar, each lost in their own thoughts, silently drinking their own drinks.
The meeting place was a simply decorated Western restaurant. Without even needing a waiter's guidance, Fang Chuan spotted Huang Fuda sitting by the window. Huang Fuda had his back to Fang Chuan, revealing only a small section of his neck. Hearing footsteps behind him, Huang Fuda turned his head slightly to the side, and half of his handsome face appeared before Fang Chuan.
Fang Chuan quickened his pace, stopped beside Huang Fuda, bent down, and stretched his head in front of Huang Fuda.
"Boss Huang~"
Huang Fuda smiled and said, "Please sit down."
Fang Chuan sat down opposite him and glanced around the restaurant; there were very few people.
"With so few people, how can the food be good?"
Huang Fuda pushed the menu in front of Fang Chuan.
"I can't tell the difference between good and bad Western food, you can try it and see."
Fang Chuan randomly picked a few, then started watching Boss Huang. Huang Fuda had been quite nice to him yesterday, which had stirred some fantasies within him, but he was also bothered by the fact that he had messed things up for the boss last time. So, he used yesterday's incident as an excuse to ask, "Has the matter of that trial voucher been investigated? Who did it?"
"It's seven."
"So what do you plan to do? Are you just going to put up with it?"
Huang Fuda's eyes darkened for a moment, then he laughed: "What can I do? Of course, I have to endure it."
Fang Chuan didn't believe it; it was just that Boss Huang didn't want to tell him. But that wasn't what Fang Chuan really wanted to know. After finishing the unrelated conversation, he got to the point.
"I thought you wouldn't really see me. Aren't you angry anymore?"
"We've already fired you, and besides, you didn't do it on purpose."
Huang Fuda lowered his head, his shoulder-length bangs obscuring his eyes, making it difficult for Fang Chuan to see him clearly. Fang Chuan pursed his lips and asked cautiously, "Really?"
"Weren't you quite bold yesterday? What's wrong with you today?" Huang Fuda looked up at him with a slight smile.
Because yesterday we had something to rely on, but today we don't. Fang Chuan thought to himself.
Just then, the waiter arrived and served the two of them. Huang Fuda asked for an extra pair of chopsticks. While Fang Chuan was still carefully cutting the steak with his knife and fork, he had already picked it up with chopsticks and started eating.
Fang Chuan calmly placed the pieces he had cut into Huang Fuda's plate. Huang Fuda glanced at him, then picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. Watching him chew, Fang Chuan felt inexplicably satisfied, and then put a few more pieces in his plate.
Looking at the ever-growing amount of meat on his plate, Huang Fuda asked, "Isn't their food good?"
The dish was indeed mediocre, but that wasn't what Fang Chuan meant. Clearly, he had misunderstood. Fang Chuan didn't explain further; he couldn't very well say he simply wanted to see Fang Chuan eat the meat he had cut.
"It's just average, not as good as the boss's." Then he put the uncut pieces from Huang Fuda's plate into his own plate and continued cutting meat, being very attentive.
"Boss, you work hard, eat more."
"What's wrong with you today? Just say what you have to say." Huang Fuda put down his chopsticks and looked directly at him.
Fang Chuan also put down his knife and fork, clenched and unclenched his hands under the table, then raised his face, revealing a young and beautiful face.
"We're not in a superior-subordinate relationship now, so can we continue that kind of relationship?"
Huang Fuda looked at him and smiled after hearing this.
"What do you think of the presentation of today's meal?"
Fang Chuan didn't know why he suddenly asked this question, and just hesitantly replied, "Not bad."
"But you don't like to eat it, right?"
Fang Chuan nodded again.
"Why would you eat a dish that looks delicious but doesn't suit your taste a second time? Don't you agree, Fang Chuan?"
Fang Chuan understood.
"You don't like the things I play, do you?"
Huang Fuda crossed his arms and rested them on the table, saying, "You have your own circle, why bother looking for me?"
"I can also not..."
Huang Fuda interrupted him, "There's no need, there's no reason for you to do this." Huang Fuda stared intently into his eyes, "It can't be because you love me, can it?"
"Of course not," Fang Chuan immediately denied.
Huang Fuda lowered his hand and gave a relaxed and friendly smile.
"That's good then. You're General Manager Wu's precious darling, so don't always hang out with me."
Fang Chuan's eyes widened slightly as he asked, "How did you know...?"
"You'll find out if you ask around; it's no secret."
"Alright then." Fang Chuan smiled. "I really do like Boss Huang. I'm not your type, but you're just my type."
"I'm not kidding. I can give up all the things you don't like. Can't we just be each other's only lovers?" Fang Chuan asked earnestly.
“My other lovers don’t have that many requirements.” Huang Fuda picked up his black tea and took a sip.
Other lovers.
Fang Chuan felt uncomfortable just thinking about it, and he lost his temper, asking sarcastically, "Boss Huang, aren't you afraid of getting sick from all those people you've found?"
Huang Fuda sat upright at the table, the light from the window illuminating his face and outlining a perfect profile, making him appear exceptionally noble and elegant. His beautiful lips parted slightly, uttering a few words.
"If you were like me, would you look for someone else?"
No, unless I'm blind.
"Besides, they wouldn't dare," Huang Fuda said with a polite smile to Fang Chuan.
"You're really something, Huang Fuda."
"You're really something else." Fang Chuan was furious and continued, "They don't dare, but you're eating like there's no tomorrow. You want anything that catches your eye, the college students in the banquet hall, the dirty rabbits that others put in your mouth, and even your own brother! You're too daring, Huang Fuda."
Huang Fuda lowered his eyes, smiled, and said, "Is this your reason for throwing my clothes away?"
Fang Chuan didn't reply to that, and continued, "What did you two do in the stairwell of the orphanage that day? You clearly promised me in the car that you wouldn't go looking for those shady characters!"
"You're meddling too much, Fang Chuan."
Fang Chuan raised his eyebrows and stared at Huang Fuda's mouth: "Yes, I'm not worthy. I haven't known my place."
“It’s not that you’re not good enough,” Huang Fuda sighed helplessly, looking at Fang Chuan’s angry face, “it’s that we’re not compatible. I can’t give you what you want.”
Just then, Huang Fuda's phone rang, and Lao Liu woke up.
"I have something to do here, so I'll be going now. You can take your time eating."
Fang Chuan watched Huang Fuda wipe his mouth, get up, and then watch Huang Fuda leave, a sense of powerlessness welling up inside him.
He watched Huang Fuda's retreating figure.
He kept looking at Huang Fuda's back.
From their first meeting until now, whenever Huang Fuda's work is involved, Fang Chuan is always the one left behind.
He doesn't necessarily need to have any special relationship with Huang Fuda, but that doesn't mean he wants to have no connection with Huang Fuda at all.
His breathing became labored, so Fang Chuan got up and left. He needed to go back to his apartment, lie on the floor, let the pile of leather shoes and boots in the shoe cabinet surround him, and then just sleep there.
Huang Fuda arrived at the hospital, walked through the noisy corridor, and entered the ward.
Only Lin Xiting and Lao Liu were in the room now, the medical equipment beeping. Lao Liu still had an oxygen mask on his face, and his face was full of worry.
"How are you feeling, Lao Liu?"
"Boss, I'm so sorry, I... I... Waaah..." He started crying as he spoke.
Seeing his condition, Lin Xiting added, "There's nothing we can do. He passed out after being hit and doesn't remember anything after that."
Huang Fuda told him to rest well first, and then contacted the police to continue the investigation. After the questioning, Huang Fuda went to the police station with the police.
As soon as he entered the main building lobby, he ran into Captain Wang, who was hurrying out. He and Captain Wang were old acquaintances. When he first arrived in Xianye City, he was temporarily placed in the police station by Director Yang. It was Captain Wang who delivered food to him every day on behalf of Yang Zhengping. He had watched Huang Fuda grow up little by little.
Huang Fuda stopped Captain Wang and asked, "Brother Wang, where is Uncle Yang?"
"Master is in the office, go ahead." After replying, Captain Wang hurriedly left, followed by a new face that Huang Fuda had never seen before. The man was calm and upright, and nodded politely to him before following Captain Wang away.
Huang Fuda watched them leave, then went upstairs to the director's office as if he knew the way well.
Director Yang is 52 years old this year. He is unmarried, childless, and all alone. He had thought about getting married in his younger years, but not long after getting engaged, he was seriously injured during a mission. He was in a coma in the hospital for half a month. The first thing he did when he woke up was to go to the woman's house and tell her that he was not going to get married.
Later, they found Huang Fuda by chance and kept him at the police station for three years, treating him almost like a son.
Huang Fuda straightened his clothes at the door, then knocked on the door. After receiving permission, he gently pushed the door open and went inside.
"Uncle Yang."
"Kid, you're here." Director Yang looked at him.
Huang Fuda sat upright in his chair and said, "Uncle Yang, the driver who hit me has woken up."
"Okay, let's wait for the investigation results."
“He doesn’t remember anything, so it doesn’t matter whether he’s awake or not. I still demand that we check the truck driver’s bank statements, or whether there’s any unexplained cash in his home…”
Director Yang listened quietly, and only spoke after Huang Fuda had finished speaking: "You should know that these are not things you can investigate as easily as you want."
Huang Fuda stood up and walked to Yang Zhengping's table: "Uncle! It's obvious someone is trying to harm me, all my things are gone!"
"Who can prove there was something inside? Just by talking? What's clear now is that your car suddenly had an accident, and the truck behind it didn't have time to react and crashed into it. At most, the truck driver's fault was that the distance was too close."
"Uncle...why would I lie to you?"
"It's not that I don't believe you, but it's no use just because I believe you. Either you produce evidence, or there's nothing I can do." Director Yang looked at Huang Fuda, stood up, walked to his side, patted Huang Fuda on the back, and led him to a chair to sit down.
"Kid, it's not that I don't want to help you. Everything has a procedure. The dashcam is still being repaired. Please wait a little longer."
Huang Fuda buried his head in Yang Zhengping's arms, smelling the familiar and reliable scent on Director Yang, and said with certainty, "Yun Ge got involved in the camera matter in the end, didn't he?"
Yang Zhengping remained silent.
"That waiter who assaulted someone last time, he can't be checked for anything either, right?"
Huang Fuda raised his head, his eyes fierce: "Why should I be a coward and suffer all this time?"
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