tape measure
Huang Fuda was led to Bao Rongxiang's office by his secretary. Bao Rongxiang dismissed them, leaving only the two of them in the room.
On the right wall were statues of the God of Wealth, Guanyin, Maitreya, and Guan Gong, the incense still burning, filling the entire room with its fragrance. On Bao Rongxiang's desk sat a Pixiu, worn smooth from being touched so many times. He sat in his chair, twirling two walnuts in his hands, smiling as he looked at Huang Fuda.
"Young Master Huang, have you made up your mind?"
Huang Fuda took off his suit jacket, unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt, sat on the sofa, and said with a smile, "Mr. Bao, it's an honor for me if you like it, and I have no reason to refuse. But I don't want the hotel. I really don't have the energy to manage so many things."
Bao Rongxiang walked behind Huang Fuda, propped himself up on the sofa, and leaned over Huang's head.
"Why don't you want it? Is it not enough?" Bao Rongxiang touched Huang Fuda's neck and slowly lifted his chin. He looked him over carefully and then said, "More is fine too. Young Master Huang is different from others. If you need anything, just say so."
"No, that's not it. You're much more generous than others."
Bao Rongxiang was even more puzzled, gently stroking Huang Fuda's chin, "Then why? This is so unlike our young master Huang..."
"I'm mainly worried that you and my brother will have a conflict. Others may not know, but you definitely do. My brother just doesn't want me to have a good life. Over the years, who around Xianye has dared to give me such a big treat? Only Boss Bao cares about me."
Huang Fuda spoke softly and sincerely, “President Bao has been so good to me, I can’t let him be in a difficult position.”
"I told you, you don't need to worry about my relationship with Young Master Yun. Just accept it."
“Mr. Bao, to be honest, I have a favor to ask of my brother. Only he can handle this, and I don’t want to offend him at this critical juncture. Please don’t mention anything about secretly registering my name; as long as it’s in Xianye, it can’t be hidden from him. Please don’t make things difficult for me.”
Bao Rongxiang smiled after hearing this, withdrew his hand, and said, "Since President Bao is so good to you, then I'll do President Bao a favor."
He sat down opposite Huang Fuda.
"Help me arrange a meeting with Director Yang Zhengping."
Huang Fuda lowered his head and laughed, "I don't have that much influence to be able to get Director Yang to come out. Boss Bao also knows that since I changed my name at the Yun family's place, I've essentially severed ties with Director Yang..."
“Young Master Huang, you don’t need to pretend with me. Since I’ve spoken, I know everything. I’m just discussing some small matters with Director Yang. Director Yang is busy and hasn’t been able to find time to see me. It’s just a meal. Aren’t you going to help me, Young Master Huang?”
Huang Fuda sat down next to Bao Rongxiang.
"You overestimate me. If Director Yang really cared about me, I would be successful by now and wouldn't need to be sitting here. Let's not talk about this."
The air was silent for a few seconds, then Bao Rongxiang pinched Huang Fuda's chin, smiled, and made a phone call to have a tape measure brought up.
The person who came up was Yu Xiangyang. He looked at Huang Fuda on the sofa and paused for a moment.
“Young Master Huang, if you don’t accept my gifts, I can’t really do anything to you. But people in my line of work like to measure things. I’m very curious about you, so could you please take off your clothes so I can measure you properly?”
Upon hearing this, Yu Xiangyang was about to leave, but was stopped: "Little Fish, don't go. Go to my desk and get some paper and pen to help your Boss Huang keep track of the numbers." Bao Rongxiang took the measuring tape and looked at Huang Fuda with amusement.
"Why aren't you taking your clothes off yet? Does this mean you don't like me anymore?"
Huang Fuda knew he couldn't avoid it, so he stood up, took off his shirt and trousers in front of the two men, draped them on the sofa, raised his arms, and greeted them with a smile: "President Bao."
Bao Rongxiang's scrutinizing gaze swept over him, then he said, "Young Master Huang, you're not being sincere enough. Don't leave him any underwear, leather shoes, socks, or watch."
Yu Xiangyang lowered his head even further. Bao Rongxiang saw this, walked to his side, and kicked Yu Xiangyang hard in the back of the knee, knocking him to the ground.
"What are you standing there for! I called you here to do work and get things done. If you can't even handle this little thing, what's the use of pampering you! I can lift you up or throw you down. You think you're something special, someone to be played with?
After cursing, he kicked Yu Xiangyang in the back where he was curled up, and stared at Huang Fuda and said, "This is for Young Master Huang's sake. Why don't you get up and help Young Master Huang take off his clothes? You've done this before, you should know it very well."
Huang Fuda knew that he wasn't cursing Yu Xiangyang at all; he was clearly cursing himself.
"No need to trouble him, I can do it myself."
He took off his shoes and socks, standing barefoot on the cold tiles, and then took off his underwear, standing naked in front of the two people, without any shame on his face.
The cold, hard measuring tape circled around him again and again. Bao Rongxiang counted the measurements, while Yu Xiangyang stood to the side, head bowed, taking notes.
"112cm bust. Wow, bigger than a woman's, no wonder they all like it so much. The marks on it are from yesterday, right? Whose are they? Wu Zong's precious darling?"
Before Huang Fuda could speak, he continued, "But that's not necessarily true. After all, Young Master Huang is never picky; he'll let anyone come if he beckons."
Huang Fuda closed his eyes briefly, then smiled at Bao Rongxiang in front of him.
"Mr. Bao is right."
The air, thick with the cloying scent of incense, clung coldly to Huang Fuda's body, raising goosebumps. Bao Rongxiang scrutinized every detail, meticulously examining everything from the width and height of the glans to the length of the tongue. He felt the icy touch of the measuring tape, and the smile on his face grew increasingly stiff.
Yu Xiangyang's hand tightened as he wrote, he dared not look directly at Huang Fuda's body, and he simply increased the speed of his writing.
The data filled an entire page. Bao Rongxiang took a picture of it with his phone and then handed the paper to Huang Fuda, who was dressed neatly.
"Young Master Huang himself probably hasn't measured this fine before. You can take this to the tailor to have it checked when you need clothes made. I won't see you off. Little Fish, go and take your Boss Huang downstairs."
Yu Xiangyang remained silent the whole way, but after reaching the outside of the building and seeing that no one was around, he rolled up his sleeve to reveal the deep and shallow scars and said, "Boss Huang, I'm sorry, but I really can't stay here any longer. Please take me back."
Do you think I should go back?
Huang Fuda tore the paper in his hand into pieces and threw it into the trash can. He was about to leave when Yu Xiangyang grabbed his sleeve and cried, "He doesn't like men at all. He's never touched me. He just tries to torture me in all sorts of ways. I really can't stay here anymore. Boss Huang, please help me."
"...If you had wanted to leave back then, I could have taken you away, but now I can't. This was your own choice, and I've already clearly asked you."
Huang Fuda turned to look at Yu Xiangyang, whose face was covered in tears, said nothing, and walked away.
On the way back, Huang Fuda suppressed his nausea and thought that Bao Rongxiang's purpose from the beginning was not to sleep with him.
He was just testing my limits, offering some benefits to entice me. The main reason was for Director Yang, and it was a significant matter; otherwise, he wouldn't have been willing to offend Yun Ge to send me a hotel.
As for Yu Xiangyang, if he wants to leave, Bao Rongxiang has no reason to force him to stay. He must have other things to do, and Bao Rongxiang shouldn't get involved.
But at least we managed to get through today.
Around noon, Fang Chuan suddenly arrived.
He arrived at Huang Fuda's office with a thermos. Upon seeing Boss Huang, he paused for a moment, then walked straight to Huang Fuda's side, looked him up and down, and asked with a squinting smile, "Boss, why did you change your clothes?"
"I was bumped into by a kid this morning and spilled my drink all over myself, so I took a shower." Huang Fuda hooked his arm around Fang Chuan's collar, kissed Fang Chuan's lips, and asked, "Why did you have time to come over at noon?"
Fang Chuan unbuttoned Huang Fuda's shirt and replied, "I'm leaving with the project this afternoon and won't be back for several days, so I came to see you."
He carefully examined the marks on Huang Fuda's body, and seeing that there were no new ones, he felt relieved, buttoned up his clothes again, and began to sweetly feed his boss, Huang.
Huang Fuda stopped Fang Chuan from feeding him again and picked up the chopsticks himself.
"Next time, just let me know in advance, otherwise it might be a wasted trip."
Fang Chuan sat down on the ground, snuggling up to Boss Huang's lap, and said, "Where can you go? You go out for lunch at 11:45 every day without fail. I arrived at 11:20 today. You're at the company in the morning. At most, you'll be in a meeting and have to wait a little longer."
He held Huang Fuda's tie in his hand and looked up at him.
"Or will you secretly do something else behind my back?"
Huang Fuda also stopped eating, put down his chopsticks, looked down at him, and his face was gloomy.
"Fang Chuan, you don't trust me? You know my schedule. If that still doesn't work, why don't you just put a tracking device on me?"
"No, I don't disbelieve you. Don't be angry, I was just asking casually, there won't be a next time."
Fang Chuan fawned over Huang Fuda by massaging his legs, and after finishing with his legs, he got up from the ground to massage his shoulders and back. He continued until Huang Fuda finished eating before saying, "Why don't you go to the suite across the street for a nap at noon, hmm?"
Huang Fuda handed him a room key and told him to go ahead, while he stayed in the office for another 10 minutes before leaving. When he arrived, Fang Chuan was already warming the bed for him.
"I'll be gone for about three days this time, and I've already hung up all the clothes I'll wear each day. If you suddenly need to change your clothes due to any changes in your schedule, just send me a message and I'll video call you to pick something out."
"Is it the one you've been seeing lately?"
“Yes, it’s not far, just up in the mountains to the north. I don’t want to stay here at all. But I’ll be staying up very late these next few days, and it’s not safe to walk on the mountain paths at night. Nobody else is going, so it’s not easy for me either.” Fang Chuan hugged his boss, Mr. Huang, and asked, “Will you miss me, boss?”
Huang Fuda kissed his forehead and said, "Yes."
Fang Chuan lifted his face, nose to nose with his boss Huang, and just looked at him quietly without saying a word. Huang Fuda smiled indulgently at this, patted his head, and kissed him.
After waking up, Fang Chuan quietly returned to the company and went up the mountain with the project team.
After arriving at the destination, we rested for half a day, and then that evening we were to meet with people from other companies for a meeting to get to know each other.
Key members from several companies and major government officials were invited. Fang Chuan didn't want to be too late, so he left five minutes early, but by the time he entered the conference room, only about half the people had arrived. He took a small notebook and sat down in the seat with his name on it.
There was just enough time for him to recognize everyone. Fang Chuan scanned the names on the table one by one, then stopped at the name Bao Rongxiang of Beihong Real Estate. He paused, then looked up, his gaze meeting Bao Rongxiang's.
The meeting began.
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