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Fang Chuan climbed into bed, not daring to get too close, and lay down an arm's length away from his boss, Mr. Huang. He lay there speechless for a long time before finally falling asleep.
Seeing that he was asleep, Huang Fuda picked up his phone again. The room was dark and quiet, with only Fang Chuan's heavy and steady breathing beside him. The phone illuminated Huang Fuda's face, his eyes half-closed, looking exceptionally calm.
Time passed slowly, and Huang Fuda's expression grew increasingly grave. It was 1 a.m. He turned off his phone, turned to look at Fang Chuan, and his brows furrowed even deeper.
The next morning, Fang Chuan was woken up by a noise. There was no one in bed, but Huang Fuda, who was using crutches, and his driver, Xiao Zhang, were standing on the floor below.
Fang Chuan sat up, looked between the two of them, and asked, somewhat confused, "Boss, what are you going to do?"
"work."
Fang Chuan sat up and looked at Huang Fuda's leg and forearm, which were in casts.
"Are you kidding me? How can you work like this?"
Xiao Zhang glanced at him, then helped Boss Huang out.
Fang Chuan looked bewildered and quickly got out of bed and went outside. With Xiao Zhang there, he didn't want to embarrass Huang Fuda, the boss. He approached the dining table and whispered to his boss, "Rest a little longer. I'll stay home with you."
"I can't rest. You can rest if you want."
Afraid of upsetting his boss, Mr. Huang, Fang Chuan, despite his reluctance, didn't dare to persuade him any further and watched helplessly as he left, got into his car, and drove away.
He stood there with one hand on his hip, scratching his head in frustration, then turned to walk back. He realized he'd forgotten his card and had to wait at the building entrance for another ten minutes, making him even more annoyed.
Huang Fuda wasn't home, so he went to the company instead.
The members of the Yunquanhui project team were all reassigned to other project teams, while he focused on the PPP project. Having not been involved in this project for a long time, he only glanced at the progress from the previous period that morning.
"I heard that Beihong Real Estate has been kicked out of the PPP project."
Fang Chuan's eyes darted around, he stopped flipping through the documents, and perked up his ears to listen.
"Why?" another employee asked.
"It seems that he caused a death some time ago, and the higher-ups thought it would have a bad influence and didn't want to use him anymore."
Fang Chuan sat in his chair, slid back to the two men, and asked with a squinting smile, "What murder?"
"It was just a cluster of old shops. I heard that they were forcibly demolished because the money wasn't agreed upon. Some people protested and were beaten to death."
"Didn't you call the police?"
"It was reported. They said it was a mutual fight, and someone accidentally hit them too hard."
What a brawl!
Fang Chuan pursed his lips, cursed Bao Rongxiang in his heart, then slid back to his workstation, picked up his phone and started searching, only to find that it was about two weeks ago.
Looking at the time again, it was 10:40. Time to go back and cook for his boss, Mr. Huang.
After tidying up his desk, he prepared to leave. His team members had no objections or complaints and all said goodbye to him in a good-natured manner.
He waited for the elevator, wondering what to do for lunch. The elevator doors opened, revealing his mother and two other executives inside.
Fang Chuan walked in, under the gaze of the three people.
"Xiao Chuan, are you leaving again?"
"Yes, General Manager Wu."
bite--
The elevator doors opened, and Fang's mother glanced at him before walking out with two executives behind her.
Fang's mother knew that he was deliberately getting involved in Boss Huang's project, and she explicitly agreed to it.
According to Fang's mother, one must be ruthless in dealing with things; Huang Fuda will not listen to him unless he is driven to a dead end. Fang Chuan thought his mother was right.
Although she knew his mother definitely didn't genuinely want them to be together, Fang's mother also said that she cared about her reputation. As long as everyone knew her son was gay and they kept it well hidden, she wouldn't care about anything else.
Fang Chuan believed this, after all, there was his father's precedent at home. Apart from the time when Dean Fang was caught soliciting prostitutes, which caused her to lose face as well, Fang's mother had never been particularly angry.
After carefully preparing the meal, he walked into the office building of Yundao, greeting acquaintances with a smile all the way, except for his driver, Xiao Zhang, who didn't give him a warm welcome.
Fang Chuan didn't care. What was Xiao Zhang anyway? He didn't care at all.
Pushing open the office door with practiced ease, he found the office completely different. There was a small desk inside, cluttered with files and a computer. A young man with messy hair was sitting in front of Huang Fuda's computer, listening to Boss Huang speak while typing proficiently.
The young man was taken aback when he saw Fang Chuan enter without knocking. Huang Fuda glanced at Fang Chuan indifferently and continued talking to him about work. Since the boss didn't speak, how could the employee dare to say anything? He lowered his head and continued typing as instructed by his boss.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Fang Chuan wasn't embarrassed. He closed the office door, put the lunchbox on the coffee table, took a cup, found Boss Huang's tea leaves, and brewed himself a cup of tea.
Then, carrying his teacup, he walked up behind the two of them.
Is Yundao going to hold another event?
"What you're doing constitutes theft of trade secrets."
"Hey, then I won't look at it." Fang Chuan turned to his desk, looked at the employee, and then at Boss Huang.
"This handsome guy looks unfamiliar; I've never seen him before."
Huang Fuda could tell what he was thinking from his words, so he ignored him.
Fang Chuan smiled and then asked the person typing, "How old are you, handsome? Where are you from? Do you have a girlfriend? When did you arrive in Yun Island? Are you thirsty? I'll pour you a cup of tea. I know where your boss's good tea is."
The employee looked up at him, about to speak, but Huang Fuda interrupted him, "Are you that free?"
"My phone's dead, and I'm a bit bored," Fang Chuan said, his eyes turning to Huang Fuda's black-screen phone. He picked it up and said, "Boss, can I borrow your phone for a bit?"
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"...You changed your phone password?"
Huang Fuda took the phone back, saying, "There's a charger over there."
Fang Chuan sat back on the sofa, drinking tea while keeping an eye on the two people over there.
Ten minutes later, the man finished his work and sat down at the small desk.
"Cheng Cheng, go eat first, come back this afternoon."
"Okay, boss."
After everyone left, Fang Chuan went to Huang Fuda's side again and helped him up, saying, "Today we have your favorite stir-fried yam."
Fang Chuan ate absentmindedly, putting down his chopsticks after only a few bites, and casually asked, "There are quite a few young people around the boss."
"What nonsense are you thinking now?"
"I wasn't thinking anything, I just said it offhand. Oh, by the way, boss, my phone is charging, can I play with yours for a while?"
"Is it okay for just anyone to look at the boss's phone?"
Fang Chuan forced a smile and said to Huang Fuda, "I want to see it now. Tell me the password."
Huang Fuda unlocked his phone in front of him, then handed it to him and continued eating.
"Boss, stop changing the password so often. It's a hassle to remember it." Fang Chuan smiled, his hand constantly swiping across the screen, his eyes never leaving it.
"If you like this, take it. I have several more."
Fang Chuan paused, turned off his phone, and put it aside. He was getting restless, so he got up and paced around the room before sitting down next to Huang Fuda.
“You can’t betray me again. If I find out again, I’ll show the video directly to Yang Zhengping.”
Seeing that Huang Fuda was ignoring him again, Fang Chuan forcefully cupped Huang Fuda's head with both hands, making him turn to look at him. "Ambiguous messages are not allowed either, and what about this Chengcheng today? Doesn't he have a proper name? Why do you have to call him so intimately? Replace him with a woman."
"His name is Cheng Cheng, his surname is Cheng, and his given name is Cheng."
"Then you can call him Xiao Cheng."
"He's the same age as me."
"...Anyway, replace him."
Huang Fuda chuckled lightly, his eyes revealing no emotion. "Fang Chuan, in your eyes, are other people's work, their efforts, and their hard work so worthless? Just because President Fang doesn't like it, he has to fall back down again, is that it?"
Fang Chuan felt guilty and didn't dare to look him in the eye. "That's not what I meant. I was just saying. You can use whoever you want."
The food he was eating started to make him nauseous. Huang Fuda looked at the dishes and had no desire to eat anymore. He wiped his mouth, took a sip of cold tea, and was about to sit back down at his desk.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Fang Chuan quickly said, "Aren't you going to eat anymore? You're only eating so little, is it not to your liking?"
"Stop making it, it's disgusting to eat."
Fang Chuan lowered his eyes and forced a smile, saying, "What would you like to eat? I'll order for you."
Huang Fuda sat back down in his chair and glanced at him from afar. "Don't worry about me, go back."
Fang Chuan pretended not to realize that Huang Fuda was telling him to leave, and just said that he wasn't busy, and then put away the leftover food.
Seeing that Huang Fuda was angry again, and not knowing how to appease him, he thought that his boss Huang was soft-hearted, so he rolled his eyes and slowly walked over to Huang Fuda's side.
"Boss Huang, my arm hurts," Fang Chuan said with a pained expression, then lifted his shirt, "My stomach hurts too."
Fang Chuan's stomach was covered in bruises and purple marks, which looked particularly frightening. Huang Fuda only glanced at it before looking away.
"Did you go to the hospital?"
"No. Boss, it hurts so much. I almost thought I was going to be beaten to death yesterday." Fang Chuan, his body covered in wounds, slowly moved closer, grabbed Huang Fuda's right hand, and placed it on his own wounds.
Huang Fuda pressed down lightly twice, and when he heard Fang Chuan hiss in pain, he frowned. "Who told you to break in without permission? If you hadn't come, you wouldn't have been beaten."
Fang Chuan raised his voice, "He's locking you up, imprisoning you! Of course I'm going to bring you out."
"He won't lock me up. Don't go to see him on your own again." Huang Fuda glanced at the injury again, his expression not good. "He's already shown mercy this time, otherwise you wouldn't be standing here."
"He showed no mercy! He had those guys kick me in the chest. If you hadn't woken up later, I would have been half dead!"
Fang Chuan wrapped his arms around Huang Fuda's neck, looking aggrieved. "Boss, it hurts so much. Can you blow on it for me?"
"Fang Chuan, how old are you?"
"I can't see behind me, can you help me apply the medicine?"
"...Where's the medicine?"
Fang Chuan immediately straightened up. "I'll go down and buy it now. Wait for me for ten minutes."
He rushed out and rushed back. He handed the medicine to Huang Fuda, then took off his shirt and waited for his boss, Huang, to apply the medicine.
The ointment was cool and refreshing, and combined with the warmth of Boss Huang's hand, the pain in Fang Chuan's wound immediately lessened by more than half. Seeing that Boss Huang seemed less angry, Fang Chuan took the opportunity to chat with him.
"Bao Rongxiang left our PPP project, I heard it's because one of his men got into a murder."
Huang Fuda paused for a moment. "When did this happen?"
"It was about two weeks ago. The place where they forcibly demolished your house wasn't far from yours, just across from that supermarket. I passed by there when I went to buy groceries, and I saw that it was fenced off."
"How was that case decided?"
"Currently, it's said to be a mutual fight, and the man was accidentally killed."
A fight? Who would believe that? There's just no surveillance footage, and dead people can't talk.
"Where is the body?"
"I don't know, it should have been burned."
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