The boss went bankrupt
Fang Chuan had multiple bruises and a long gash on his abdomen, apparently from being cut by something in the flood. The wound became infected, and he had a persistent fever during his hospitalization, his face burning red. Every time he vaguely woke up, he would look around; there were caregivers, doctors, and General Manager Wu, but no Boss Huang.
Where is Boss Huang?
He kept asking, every time he woke up, but his boss, Mr. Huang, only appeared briefly when he was taken to the hospital and never came back.
Huang Fuda went to Yun's to sign a contract, but the contract terms changed. Not only could he not take anything with him, but he also had to pay Yun's an additional 3.7 million yuan.
"What kind of money is this?"
"Young Master Huang, this is the difference between the hotel's estimated value and the actual value."
The price difference was cleverly calculated. Huang Fuda calculated his money and realized that he could pay off the debt by selling his car, house, some miscellaneous luxury items, and mattress. However, he couldn't sell these items immediately, so the Yun family kindly offered to give them the difference at market value.
Huang Fuda sat in the reception room, looked through the wall towards Yun Ge's office, smiled slightly, and agreed.
He was truly no longer connected to his Cloud Island, and he didn't know where to go or what to do. His life used to consist of working, sleeping, and eating, but now a piece of his life was suddenly missing, leaving it feeling empty.
He was homeless and only had a little over 10,000 yuan left. He rented a run-down one-bedroom apartment in the Laowa District and moved all his belongings there. Actually, it wasn't much; just some personal clothing and daily necessities. He couldn't touch anything expensive in the house, including the furniture.
He packed up Fang Chuan's belongings and sent them to Tiancheng, then holed up in his newly rented apartment to sleep. The mattress was uncomfortable, the room was dusty, and the corners were covered in mold. While he was still lying down, plaster started falling off the walls.
He didn't dare go to Uncle Yang, afraid that Uncle Yang would see his disheveled state, nor did he want to see Fang Chuan, afraid that he would regret saving him.
I can't sleep. When I'm extremely tired, I doze off for a while, but I'm woken up by the noise from my neighbors. The neighborhood next door is still being demolished, and it's noisy from early morning until midnight. I can't get more than 3 hours of sleep a day because of this.
Fang Chuan's high fever subsided, and when he woke up again, he still didn't see his boss, Mr. Huang. Why didn't he come to see him? Where did he go? Was he injured too? His leg had just healed; what if he bumped into something in the water again?
I want to see him.
I borrowed a phone from the caregiver to call the boss, but no one answered.
My heart is racing.
Where are the others?
Fang Chuan secretly pulled out the IV and took a taxi to his boss's house. He had no money on him, so he borrowed the taxi fare from a familiar security guard at the gate.
I sneaked into the building, climbed to the 11th floor, entered the password, and it said the password was wrong.
Fang Chuan stood helplessly at the door and began to knock on it forcefully, shouting as he did so.
The neighbor, annoyed by the noise, came out and said impatiently, "Stop knocking! He seems to have moved away a couple of days ago."
"They moved away?"
"Yes, they've moved all those big and small bags."
Fang Chuan took a taxi to Yundao Company, but couldn't find Assistant Li. Instead, he found Cheng Cheng.
"Where is your boss, Mr. Huang? Is he here?"
Cheng Cheng hesitated before saying, "He left Yun Island and hasn't come these past few days."
"Can I borrow your phone for a moment?"
I dialed the number, but no one answered.
Fang Chuan habitually reached into his pocket for his ring.
Where's the ring?!
He searched everywhere, turning over all his pockets, but found nothing. He just stood there blankly in the stairwell.
Fang Chuan was still ill, with a bandage on his forehead, and looked to be in very poor condition. Seeing this, Cheng Cheng said, "Mr. Fang, why don't you go to the lounge and sit for a while? I'll pour you a cup of tea."
"No."
He moved, stopped going to the company, and I can't get through to him on the phone. Is he going to abandon me and run away? Does he not want me anymore? What about Yang Zhengping? Does he not want him either?
Fang Chuan immediately took a taxi to the Municipal Public Security Bureau.
"You're looking for Director Yang? He'll be right back. Oh? Director Yang is here."
Director Yang glanced at Fang Chuan and led him into his office.
"Sit down. What would you like to drink?" Director Yang asked.
"I'm not drinking anymore." Fang Chuan sat awkwardly on the sofa and introduced himself, "Director Yang, I, I'm Huang Fuda's friend."
Director Yang placed the hot water in front of Fang Chuan, then picked up his own water glass and took a big gulp, staring at Fang Chuan and grunting in response, signaling him to continue.
"I...he...I..."
Director Yang smiled, looked Fang Chuan up and down, and then asked, "What's your name?"
"My name is Fang Chuan."
"Is he a friend of Huang Fuda?" Director Yang asked with a smile.
"yes."
"You had a fight? He's ignoring you?"
Fang Chuan's eyes widened, and he sat up straight, saying, "...I can't get in touch with him."
"How old are you? Are you still in school? Which school?"
"22, senior at University A. But I've already been working at the company for a while now."
What does your family do?
"Both my parents are university professors, and my mom also has a small company."
Director Yang nodded and then asked, "How long have you known each other?"
"...It's been almost four months."
How did you meet?
"...While working."
Fang Chuan sensed something was wrong, lowered his head and rolled his eyes, and said, "Um, Director Yang, I owe him money and want to pay it back, but I can't get in touch with him, so I came to you."
"Oh," Director Yang said with a look of sudden realization.
"Then give me the money, and I'll give it to him directly later."
Fang Chuan clutched the hem of his shirt and forced a smile, saying, "...I'll pay for it myself, no need to trouble you."
Director Yang said with a serious expression, "Are you afraid that a policeman like me will cheat you out of your money?"
Fang Chuan instantly broke out in a sweat and hurriedly said, "That's not what I meant."
"Then what do you mean?"
"Could you...call him for me...I don't have my phone with me..."
Director Yang remained silent, but seeing Fang Chuan becoming increasingly restless, he smiled, took out his phone, and started making a call right in front of Fang Chuan.
No one answered.
"Hmm? Why isn't he answering?" Yang Zhengping asked, puzzled. "Have a seat for a while. He's probably in a meeting. I'll call again in a few minutes."
A meeting? Yang Zhengping didn't know the boss had left Yun Island? Fang Chuan didn't dare to mention it, only simply saying "okay".
Ten minutes later, Director Yang made another call, which rang for a long time before being answered.
"Kid, your boyfriend is with me."
Fang Chuan instantly stood up from the sofa, his eyes wide open, looking at Yang Zhengping in panic.
What did he say? How did he know? Did the boss tell him?
Seeing his expression, Director Yang couldn't help but smile and continued to say to Huang Fuda, "Are you free tonight? Come over for dinner. ... Oh, you have a meeting, then maybe next time... Give him the phone? Okay, I'll give it to him now."
"boss……"
“Go back to your apartment now, I’ll be there in a bit.”
The call was immediately disconnected, not giving Fang Chuan even a second longer.
Fang Chuan returned the phone to Yang Zhengping and said, "Thank you, Director Yang."
Director Yang waved his hand, sat back in his chair, and said, "It's alright, go ahead."
Fang Chuan carefully closed the door, turned around and immediately ran downstairs. He arrived at the apartment building a dozen minutes later. He paced back and forth, craning his neck to look in the direction of the door. Ten minutes passed, feeling like an eternity, before he saw his boss, Mr. Huang, get out of a taxi.
Huang Fuda had clearly lost weight, and Fang Chuan felt a pang of heartache seeing it. He ran over to meet him.
"Boss, you—"
Huang Fuda interrupted him coldly, "What are you going to do with Yang Zhengping?"
"I can't find you... I called you but you didn't answer."
"No matter the reason, you are not allowed to go to Yang Zhengping from now on."
It was like a bucket of cold water being poured over his head, instantly calming Fang Chuan down. He lowered his eyes and responded in a low voice.
The heavy rain stripped the leaves of the trees, leaving the roadsides bare and desolate in the wind.
Fang Chuan helped Huang Fuda take off his coat and led him to sit on the sofa.
The boss was wearing a high-necked black sweater, which made him look even paler and thinner. His facial bones were more prominent, and he had faint dark circles under his eyes, making him look quite dejected.
Fang Chuan gently stroked Huang Fuda's dark circles and asked with concern, "Didn't you sleep well? You've lost so much weight. Where did you move to? Why did you move?"
Huang Fuda chuckled mockingly, "Why are we moving? Of course, it's because we had to use the house as collateral to pay the penalty for breach of contract to the Yun family. Not only the house, but I don't even have ten thousand yuan on me right now. Are you satisfied?"
"...So where do you live now?"
Huang Fuda leaned back on the sofa, feeling uncomfortable, so he lay down again to find a more comfortable position. He lazily squinted his eyes and said, "I rented a house in Laowa District."
Fang Chuan picked up Huang Fuda's foot and placed it on his own lap, gently massaging it.
What good houses could there be in Laowa District? They're all dilapidated old tenement buildings. You can hardly find a building taller than six stories. How could his boss, Mr. Huang, live in such a place?
It's probably because you can't sleep well over there, that's why you have dark circles under your eyes. You can't sleep well and you can't eat well, no wonder you've lost weight.
"Come live with me," Fang Chuan said softly.
When no one around him responded for a long time, Fang Chuan stopped what he was doing, turned around, and found that his boss, Mr. Huang, had already fallen asleep.
Fang Chuan didn't dare to move and just sat on the sofa until dark.
No one had been back to the apartment for four or five days; he wondered if there was any food left. Fang Chuan gently placed Huang Fuda's feet on the sofa and went to the kitchen in the dark to check the refrigerator's contents.
He closed the refrigerator door with regret, but when he turned around, he saw that his boss, Mr. Huang, had woken up.
Fang Chuan turned on the lights in the room, walked over to Huang Fuda and asked, "What do you want to eat? I'll go buy it."
Huang Fuda had just woken up and was still a little dazed. After realizing where he was, he lay back down, buried his face in the sofa cushion, and whispered, "I don't want to eat."
It's time to sleep again.
Fang Chuan reluctantly grabbed a blanket from the other end of the sofa and covered Huang Fuda with it. He then put on his coat and prepared to go out to buy groceries. He had just reached the door when Huang Fuda turned back. Fang Chuan glanced at the person on the sofa and finally decided to order takeout.
I squeezed onto the sofa, lay down, hugged Huang Fuda's waist, and buried my head in the back of his neck, gently inhaling his scent. The boss's waist had gotten thinner, his hair had grown longer, and he felt warm all over.
"Go down, let me sleep a little longer."
"You go to sleep."
Huang Fuda turned his head back and sighed, "Your hands have been shaking the whole time, and your nose is rubbing against me so much that I can't sleep."
Fang Chuan hugged the person tighter and pressed his leg against hers. "Then don't sleep yet. Eat first, then sleep. You've already slept all afternoon."
Huang Fuda pushed him away and sat up, his hair a mess on the sofa. He frowned as he looked at Fang Chuan. The gauze on Fang Chuan's head had come loose, his lips were cracked, and his once healthy tan had turned a sickly pale white. Only his eyes remained bright and black, staring at him without moving.
Are you being discharged from the hospital today?
Fang Chuan sat up and lay back on Huang Fuda's lap, saying, "It doesn't seem so. I secretly ran away from the hospital."
After saying that, Fang Chuan paused for a moment and asked, "Why didn't you come to the hospital to see me?"
“I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist strangling you,” Huang Fuda said, looking down at him. “Then I would have saved you for nothing.”
Fang Chuan laughed, "You regret saving me now, don't you?"
"...No regrets."
Fang Chuan narrowed his eyes, which were bright, and hugged Huang Fuda's neck and kissed him.
"I'm going to cling to you for the rest of my life."
"Then I'm really unlucky."
That very night, Fang Chuan moved all of Boss Huang's belongings from his rented apartment over. There wasn't much; just some everyday clothes.
The boss sleeps almost all day. When he gets tired of the bed, he goes to the sofa, and when he gets tired of the sofa, he curls up in the beanbag chair on the balcony. He doesn't read or look at his phone; he just closes his eyes. When he gets tired of lying down, he looks out the window. It's early winter now, and the sun is white, shining warmly on the balcony.
Fang Chuan pushed open the door and saw Huang Fuda resting on the balcony. His heart softened instantly. He took off his shoes, went to the balcony, hugged and kissed Huang Fuda for a while, and then went to prepare lunch.
Huang Fuda straightened his disheveled pajama collar, turned over, and continued sleeping.
"Boss, lunch is ready."
"boss?"
Fang Chuan walked over and found that the person was not asleep, but just wouldn't reply to him.
"Boss, eat!"
Huang Fuda looked out the window and said lightly, "There's no boss here. Who are you calling?"
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