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Fang Chuan sensed something was wrong when he saw the figure downstairs from afar. He said to Huang Fuda, "How about I sleep at your place tonight?"
"Then those two will probably ransack the whole house."
"It's okay, let's go to your place."
Huang Fuda glanced at him and asked, "Who's that person downstairs? Do you know him?"
The car didn't drive into the underground parking garage, but was parked on the side of the road. Huang Fuda looked down at the man through the darkness. Not only Fang Chuan recognized him, but Huang Fuda also recognized him; the man was Liu Qing.
"Isn't that your assistant? Why is he looking for you so late?"
Fang Chuan's face paled slightly as he explained, "It's not anymore."
Huang Fuda looked at him quietly for a while, then started the car and drove into the underground parking garage. They took the elevator upstairs from the garage. Neither of them spoke. As soon as they entered the house, Fang Chuan immediately knelt down in front of Huang Fuda.
"What are you doing?" Huang Fuda asked casually.
Fang Chuan was speechless, looking up at Huang Fuda for a long time without being able to say a word.
Huang Fuda ignored him, changed his shoes, stood there looking at him, and said, "I have no right to ask you about his business. You don't need to act like this."
“You are qualified.” Fang Chuan lowered his head. “He followed me for half a year, but after meeting you this time, he never came back. I already talked to him about it last time, and he was transferred. I didn’t expect him to come looking for me again.”
“It’s been five years. You must have someone by your side. I won’t ask. You don’t need to hide it from me, and you don’t need to feel sorry for me.” Huang Fuda helped him up and patted his back. “Go take a shower.”
Fang Chuan looked at him cautiously, then tentatively put his arm around Huang Fuda's neck and said, "Carry me."
The bathtub was large enough for two people. Huang Fuda carried the person in, and then Fang Chuan grabbed his arm, asking, "Want to bathe together?"
"No, I'll wash it when I get home."
Fang Chuan sat up abruptly. Go home? Why go home? Didn't we agree on this?
Seeing this, Huang Fuda lowered his head, smiled, and said, "I'm still not feeling well, so I'd like to go back first today."
"...Are you jealous?"
The bathtub slowly filled with water, creating ripples on Fang Chuan's body. Huang Fuda splashed water on Fang Chuan's shoulder and hummed in response.
"Don't go, I'm afraid you won't come back if you leave."
"I'll come tomorrow."
"No, you have to stay with me today." Fang Chuan grabbed his hand and touched the red marks on his body, then placed it on his waist. "You went too far tonight. You've worn me out. You can't leave me behind."
Huang Fuda rubbed Fang Chuan's waist and gave in.
Fang Chuan was very clingy tonight, hugging Huang Fuda's back tightly on the bed and refusing to let go. Huang Fuda said helplessly, "How can I sleep if you hug me so tightly?"
What if you leave in the middle of the night?
"I'm not leaving." Huang Fuda turned around, pulled the anxious young man into his arms, and gently rubbed Fang Chuan's lower back. "Go to sleep. Do you expect me to comfort you?"
Fang Chuan buried his head in Huang Fuda's chest and said uneasily in a coquettish tone, "Then you can coax him a little."
"You're already 27, haven't you grown up yet?"
He said that, but his hands were patting his back like he was coaxing a child. Fang Chuan closed his eyes with satisfaction. He was exhausted today. The car was cramped and uncomfortable. Huang Fuda's movements were heavy, and the whole thing made him several times more tired than usual. He fell asleep in no time.
Huang Fuda looked down at him. He said it was about sleeping with someone, but he didn't know who was sleeping with whom. He felt a little impulsive today. He hadn't sorted things out yet. He shouldn't have agreed to his request in the car. But he felt like he couldn't refuse him, just like he couldn't push him away now.
The person in his arms was so familiar, and those past memories flooded back: how naive Fang Chuan was, how ruthless he was, and how heartbreaking it was when he cried.
Huang Fuda felt a headache coming on. He thought back to five years ago. It wasn't entirely Fang Chuan's fault; the declining economic climate, his own incompetence, and the machinations of others were all contributing factors. But he just couldn't let go of the fact that Fang Chuan kept saying he liked him, yet treated him that way.
Just because of that little bit of jealousy, insecurity, and possessiveness?
Even now, Fang Chuan is still subconsciously wary of himself. Giving things away for free is fine, but not money. Giving shares is acceptable, but no power is allowed. 2%—how interesting, not even qualified to make proposals.
But then I thought about it again. Since we reunited, Fang Chuan has already given me so much. The hotel was something I didn't want, the two million yuan from Yu Xiangyang was something I didn't use, and the ten million yuan debt I had was something I had to bear. It had nothing to do with Fang Chuan.
But I still felt uneasy.
He couldn't sleep, still couldn't sleep. He gently pushed the person away, went to the liquor cabinet to pour himself a glass of wine, and halfway through his drink, he suddenly remembered Liu Qing, so he went to the window and looked down. Liu Qing was still there.
The lights upstairs were already on. Liu Qing should know that Fang Chuan had already gone home, avoiding him, but he was still waiting. What was he waiting for?
The streetlights shone on Liu Qing, making him look forlorn and lonely. Huang Fuda, wearing pajamas, walked up to Liu Qing and asked, "Why aren't you going home yet?"
Liu Qing glanced at the marks on Huang Fuda's neck and hesitated before saying, "Boss Huang, I want to see him."
"You like him?"
“I’ve been with him for five months. I know he transferred me out of Los Angeles because of you. But I still want to see him one more time.”
Huang Fuda lowered his eyes and asked, "Are you two in a relationship?"
"………no."
"Then let's go back. It's so late, it'll be hard to get a taxi. Did you drive here?"
"no……"
Huang Fuda took out his car keys and said, "This area is quite empty. I'll take you to a hotel nearby."
Liu Qing stared blankly at him, shaking his head and hurriedly saying no, but in the end he was still taken to the car. Liu Qing talked a lot on the way, talking about how he met Fang Chuan, how he went from a junior employee to a personal assistant, and how he was neatly cut off later.
He looked at Huang Fuda and said, "That day, President Fang actually instructed us not to go to his house beforehand. I guessed it was you, so I went on my own. I was just curious and unwilling to give up. Mr. Huang, I like him more than you do. Please give him to me."
"Did you bring any cigarettes?" Huang Fuda reached out his hand to Liu Qing.
"I brought it." Liu Qing took out a cigarette, handed it to Huang Fuda, and lit it for him.
Huang Fuda smoked quietly, lost in thought. When the cigarette was almost empty, he belatedly asked, "Aren't you smoking?"
I don't smoke.
Huang Fuda apologized, then put out his cigarette and said, "Liu Qing, there's no question of who should give in or not. If it's a good match, be together; if it's not, separate. There's no point in forcing it. I'm not leaving either. My career is here, and it will most likely stay here in the future. So don't even think about seeing him again; he won't dare to see you."
The car stopped in front of a hotel, and Liu Qing got out in silence.
When Huang Fuda returned to Fang Chuan's house, the lights were on, and Fang Chuan was standing guard at the door with a gloomy expression.
"where have you been?"
Huang Fuda glanced at his expression, then put down his car keys and deliberately said, "Go see your ex-lover off."
Fang Chuan immediately wilted, no longer daring to put on a stern face. He meekly coaxed Huang Fuda to bed, then hugged him from behind, softly singing a lullaby in a hoarse voice. Although he was extremely sleepy, he dared not sleep at all until Huang Fuda fell asleep, only then did he close his eyes with a sense of relief.
In his dream, Huang Fuda opened the package and looked at the invitation. He felt a sense of relief. See? All that talk about forever is just talk.
How could he be alone? Before meeting me, Fang Chuan was never short of companions.
He realized he couldn't compare to a woman. A woman could marry Fang Chuan, have children, and receive everyone's blessings, but he couldn't.
But Fang Chuan clearly only likes men, right?
So what? There are plenty of people who use the guise of a marriage of convenience to end up making it real. Besides, Fang Chuan has such a large company to inherit, so finding someone of equal social standing to marry is exactly what he expected.
We should celebrate for Fang Chuan.
He went out and bought some wine and snacks, then met Lin Fengxiao at his doorstep. Lin Fengxiao had been bringing him a bouquet of flowers every week for almost a year. He invited him inside, and they started drinking together. Lin Fengxiao truly understood him exceptionally well and was incredibly considerate. He was comforted in Lin Fengxiao's arms, slightly drunk.
"Dr. Lin, why do I feel like crying?"
Lin Fengxiao patted his shoulder gently and said, "It's normal to be happy and shed tears for someone else's happiness. It means you've let go and can start a new life."
“Huang Fuda, stop thinking about the past. Look around you, there’s someone waiting for you.”
He saw Fang Chuan and his family of three standing in front of him. Fang Chuan was holding Chen Yue, looking just like a responsible and good father. And Miss Chen was dignified and gentle, a perfect match for Fang Chuan.
He even sent himself photos of his daughter; they're such a loving family.
A happy family and a successful career.
And I am just a forgotten joke in the distance, living like a lump of mud, too weak to stand up. When Mr. Fang happens to turn around and sees an old friend, he kindly gives me alms. What compensation? Who wants your kindness? I have my own family too. I let go a long time ago.
"boss?"
Huang Fuda was shaken and looked at Fang Chuan beside him, furious.
"Get out of my way!"
Huang Fuda sat up, his eyes filled with malice, breathing heavily. Fang Chuan sat helplessly on the bed, hesitatingly asking, "Boss, are you still angry? I really have completely broken things off with Liu Qing."
Those fierce eyes turned to stare at Fang Chuan, then glanced around before slowly calming down. Huang Fuda lowered his eyes and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I disturbed your sleep. I think I'll go back to my own home."
Fang Chuan hugged him, patted his back gently, and said, "I didn't mean to disturb you. I was just about to go to work. I just woke up and you seemed a little off, so I called you."
He laid Huang Fuda down, put his arm around him, and whispered words of comfort.
Huang Fuda didn't go back to his own home and continued to sleep with Fang Chuan every night. Fang Chuan told him to cancel his rental, but Huang Fuda refused.
“It’s too expensive, several thousand a month. You can cancel the lease and live with me. Do you think this place is too small? Then let’s move to another one. I didn’t think that much when I bought this place. It’s just for me, so it feels too big and empty.”
"I'm not checking out, Fang Chuan. You pay for my room." Huang Fuda, swaying back and forth on the recliner with his dog in his arms, added, "Mr. Fang wouldn't be so stingy with me over a few thousand yuan, would he?"
Fang Chuan squatted down helplessly, massaged Huang Fuda's legs, and said, "Okay, I'll pay. But we need to look at a new house. This one won't do. Should we buy a duplex or a detached house? Do you want a swimming pool?"
"This place is fine. I'm only taking up half of your bed, so you don't need to move."
Fang Chuan smiled and said, "I want to change. You can help me choose one later."
Days passed, and Huang Fuda became a familiar face at Tiancheng. He also managed the catering business very well. He was only a regional manager at Tiancheng, but all the other employees, regardless of their position, called him Boss Huang, just like Fang Chuan.
Before long, the hotel opened. Huang Fuda, dressed in a well-fitting suit, stood tall and straight on the red carpet, holding golden scissors, and cut the ribbon during the host's congratulatory speech.
Fang Chuan didn't go on stage; he just watched him from below the stage with a smile. His boss, Mr. Huang, had truly returned.
Today is a good day, we should celebrate with his boss, Mr. Huang. After the ceremony, chaos ensued. Fang Chuan happily made his way through the crowd toward Huang Fuda, then collapsed to the ground clutching his chest amidst screams.
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