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Fang Chuan followed the car from a distance, and after watching the white SUV drive into the residential area, he also asked the driver to stop.
I turned on location services and sent myself my real-time location, along with the license plate number, and sent both to my assistant.
[Check the owner information for this license plate; it seems to belong to a psychologist, whose name contains the character "fengxiao," and who lives around here.]
After sending the message, he sat silently for a while. When even the taxi driver couldn't sit still anymore, Fang Chuan glanced at the time and said to the driver, "Driver, just drop me off at any hotel."
The room was quiet. Huang Fuda put his suitcase in the bedroom first, and Lin Fengxiao followed closely behind and hugged him.
"How long will you be able to rest after you come back this time?"
Huang Fuda pushed the person aside, then packed his suitcase and said, "There are no arrangements for now."
I went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and found it empty.
What did you and the kids eat for dinner tonight?
"I ordered mala tang (spicy hot pot)."
"Why are you eating this kind of thing again?"
Lin Fengxiao hugged him again, gently stroking his waist: "He said he wouldn't be able to eat these things when you came back, so he insisted on eating them tonight."
Huang Fuda closed the refrigerator door and said, "He's nine years old, a time when he's growing rapidly—"
"Let's not talk about him anymore, he's already asleep." Lin Fengxiao slipped her hand inside Huang Fuda's clothes and gently nuzzled his neck. "Let's sleep too."
"I'll eat something first, I'm hungry."
Lin Fengxiao opened the door and said helplessly, "There's only instant noodles left at home."
"How about instant noodles? Do you want some?" Huang Fuda asked casually as he started boiling water.
"I won't eat."
Lin Fengxiao sat at the dining table, watching Huang Fuda busy at the stove, and asked, "You actually have friends in Luozhou? I remember this is your first time there, right?"
"He went to Los Angeles later and bumped into her by chance."
"Where was he originally from?"
"From Fairy Leaf".
Lin Fengxiao said "Oh," then walked over to Huang Fuda, turned off the stove, and said, "It's almost 12 o'clock, don't eat anymore. You need to manage your weight, and this stuff isn't healthy. Let's go back to our room together."
"No, I only ate a little bit tonight, I'm starving."
Huang Fuda had just turned on the stove when it was turned off again.
"Stop eating, listen to the doctor."
Huang Fuda looked at the water that hadn't boiled yet, checked the time, and reluctantly poured it out before returning to the bedroom with Lin Fengxiao.
After seeing Fang Chuan recently, he couldn't sleep again. He took out his medicine from the bedside table and drank it with water.
Seeing this, Lin Fengxiao remained silent for a moment, then said, "Your condition is not suitable for you to meet with people from Xianye anymore. You should not meet them in the future."
Huang Fuda turned off the light and closed his eyes. "I understand, Dr. Lin. We won't see each other again, and I won't go to Los Angeles so often. It can't be such a coincidence again."
"That's fine then."
Lin Fengxiao leaned in and kissed the person, his hand casually unbuttoning the clothes. "There's a medicinal smell."
"Feng Xiao, I'm tired. Let's do it tomorrow."
"For this patient, appropriate [medication/treatment] can help with sleep."
"Dr. Lin, I've taken my medicine and I'll be able to fall asleep soon. Tomorrow, definitely tomorrow." Huang Fuda hugged him and closed his eyes wearily.
"You can go to sleep, it's fine." He kept moving his hands, and became more and more unrestrained.
"Lin Fengxiao," Huang Fuda warned him in a deep voice.
"………All right."
The next day, Huang Fuda contacted his agent and learned that he had no upcoming schedule, so he stayed home with peace of mind, going to the gym and practice room regularly, and occasionally picking up and dropping off his child. The child belongs to Lin Fengxiao, and he has been raising him since his ex-wife passed away.
The child wasn't close to Huang Fuda and was quite resistant to him, only getting better in recent months. But Huang Fuda didn't mind; he was just a child.
June is the hottest time of the year in Chengdu, and Huang Fuda didn't want to stay outside for even a second. He drove to the supermarket to buy some groceries. While shopping, he received a message from his agent saying that he needed to go to a fashion show the next day because someone had canceled and the organizers were in dire need of people.
This wasn't a small show; it was a lucky break for Huang Fuda. He went back and told Lin Fengxiao, then took an early morning flight the next day to Shanghai.
“A new face, I’ve never seen him before,” the designer said, staring at Huang Fuda.
The agent nodded and said, "He's only been signed for six months. He's been in training and such, so he hasn't been to many events yet. He has a good image, isn't he? So elegant. I had to beg and plead with him for a year before I finally got him signed."
The designer looked him up and down again, then asked Huang Fuda, "Could you take off your shirt so I can take a look?"
“Okay.” Huang Fuda raised his hand and took off his loose T-shirt, revealing his well-proportioned muscles.
"You're not just a skeleton, so show off your muscles."
He changed the linen shirt that was originally intended for Huang Fuda to wear. Instead, he put on a white silk shirt with a great drape, a large U-neck, a loose fit, revealing a lot, and paired it with beige silk trousers.
The designer then pointed to Huang Fuda's bare neck, "Wear a thin choker, in black."
Just before going on stage, they couldn't find a suitable choker, so the designer cut a long strip from a black tablecloth and tied it around Huang Fuda's neck, saying, "The makeup artist will take it off for you after the performance."
His hair was pulled back with hairspray, his eyes were sharp, one hand was in his pocket, and his clothes shimmered under the light as he moved, making him seem to glow.
Fang Chuan looked at the people on the stage, his breathing becoming careful. He felt as if he had returned to the day he first met Huang Fuda. The difference was that today, he had come on purpose.
Before it was even over, Fang Chuan was already waiting at the exit of the model booth. He didn't dare send a message, afraid that the model would sneak away—something Huang Fuda was capable of doing. He hid in the corner, waiting for the familiar footsteps to approach before emerging from the side.
Huang Fuda was startled.
"Fang Chuan?"
"What a coincidence! I just came to watch a show, and I actually ran into you on stage."
Huang Fuda didn't believe it, but then he thought about it again. It had been five years, and it seemed normal for Fang Chuan to have other hobbies. He pondered for a moment and said, "It is indeed a coincidence."
The two walked out side by side, and Fang Chuan casually asked, "Have you been to Haishi before?"
"I've been here a few times."
Fang Chuan smiled and said, "I've never been here before, and I don't know anyone here. Show me around."
“It’s already 9 p.m.,” Huang Fuda politely declined, “There’s not much to do at night.”
Fang Chuan lowered his eyes in disappointment and said, "I've always lived in small towns and have never been to a big city before. I've heard that the Bund has a beautiful night view, but it's a bit boring to walk around alone."
Then, changing the subject, he gave Huang Fuda a way out, saying, "We are both married men. I don't mean anything by it. Just consider us friends. Don't overthink it."
Huang Fuda felt a headache coming on as if his refusal was a misunderstanding. He scratched his hair and said, "I want to wash my hair first. Wait for me."
He went to the bathroom, and before Fang Chuan could react, he had already bent down to wet his hair under the tap, then squeezed out two pumps of hand soap and rubbed it into his hairspray.
Fang Chuan watched from the side, his hands clenched behind his back. When Huang Fuda was with him, he had never lived such a life. Everything he had was good. Now, after being away for several years, he could eat boxed lunches, wear whatever he wanted, and even wash his hair properly. What a miserable life he had lived!
Oh, and she still has to raise the child for that 36-year-old man in his family. That psychologist at the public hospital only makes so little a month. How could Lin possibly afford the child's tuition, tutoring fees, mortgage, and car loan on her own? I don't know how she managed to sweet-talk her into getting him back then.
After Huang Fuda finished washing and rinsing himself clean, he shook his head, turned to Fang Chuan and said, "Let's go."
Fang Chuan frowned as he looked at his wet hair and said, "Go to a nearby hotel and dry off. You'll catch a cold."
"It's okay, it's hot, I'll just go for a walk and it'll dry."
Water trickled down his hair and into his collar. Huang Fuda rubbed his neck uncomfortably, then noticed that the black rope was still there.
Fang Chuan looked at Huang Fuda's neck, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he clenched his fist behind his back, saying, "Let me help you untie it."
Huang Fuda paused for a moment, then withdrew his hand. "Let's leave it like this. It seems to be a knot that's impossible to untie. I'll cut it when I get back."
The Bund is still a great place to stroll at night. Fang Chuan has been here a few times. He booked a yacht in advance, had food prepared, and was figuring out how to trick Huang Fuda into going aboard. Huang Fuda started his fashion show at 6 pm, so he probably hasn't eaten yet.
He pointed to a cruise ship full of people in the distance and said, "Let's go up and take a look. I've never been on a ship before."
"There are so many rivers in Xianye, haven't you ever ridden one?"
"I've never ridden in anything like this before."
He sighed again after saying that, "But the cruise ship has already left. Why don't we try the yacht instead?"
It's peak season now, and yachts definitely need to be booked in advance. Huang Fuda looked at Fang Chuan and said, "They probably won't be available."
"I'll go ask." Fang Chuan left Huang Fuda behind, went for a symbolic trip, and returned with a smile. "Someone just cancelled at the last minute, so a big ship is available. We're really lucky."
The captain led the two onto the yacht, which was decorated with balloons and flowers, had LED strips on the open deck, a piano on the first floor, and even meals were prepared.
Fang Chuan looked delighted and said cheerfully, "They even put up a piano. I happen to know how to play. Let me show you my skills."
He was dressed casually today, wearing a gray V-neck T-shirt and loose jeans, with a colorful silk scarf as his belt. When he sat on the piano bench, he was so upright and elegant that he was unbelievable, without the slightest bit of Mr. Fang's airs.
The yacht started moving, leaving a long trail in the river. The faint sound of a piano drifted from inside the cabin. As the piece ended, fireworks were set off on the river. Fang Chuan sat down next to Huang Fuda, smiling, and asked, "Was it beautiful?"
Fireworks lit up Huang Fuda's eyes. He leaned back on the deck sofa, turned his head to look at Fang Chuan, and said, "Do you know you're married?"
"Of course I know."
"So you know I have a lover too, right?"
“…I know.” Fang Chuan looked up at the fireworks. “You mentioned being a psychologist last time.”
"That's fine then." Huang Fuda got up, returned to the yacht, and sat down at the dining table to eat. It was a bit cold, but he was really hungry; his last meal was lunch.
Fang Chuan remained seated on the deck sofa for a long time before returning inside.
He took out two glasses, poured champagne into them, handed one to Huang Fuda, and then sat down opposite him, quietly watching Huang Fuda eat.
The food was already cold, but Huang Fuda was still putting it in his mouth. Fang Chuan's temper flared up as he watched.
Ha, you call yourself a lover? And this is the kind of person your lover has become. Yes, it's also my fault; I was always showing off with the piano and fireworks, and I even let the food get cold.
"Stop eating." Fang Chuan suppressed his anger and looked out the window calmly. "We'll get off the ship soon, let's go get something good to eat."
"I don't care about these things."
Fang Chuan turned his head and stared at him, "Why don't you care?"
So she's willing to do anything for that old man? Why should she? Why should she have to suffer like that? Fang Chuan simply couldn't imagine the kind of hardship Huang Fuda and that Lin guy were going through. He wouldn't take money, he wouldn't take hotels, he was willing to stay with Lin Fengxiao to raise their child and pay off their loans.
Huang Fuda put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, took a sip of champagne, and said, "I'm not that delicate. I can eat anything."
After he finished speaking, he sat down on the sofa and looked out the window at the bustling river view. The black rope on his smooth neck was particularly conspicuous. Fang Chuan stroked his wine glass and took one sip after another.
He couldn't help but walk over, touch Huang Fuda's neck, and say, "Let me take it for you."
Huang Fuda avoided his hand, frowning slightly. "No need, I can handle it myself when I get back."
"What are you afraid of? I won't do anything to you." Fang Chuan chuckled softly. "There are scissors here, it'll only take a few seconds."
Huang Fuda was once again pinned to the platform, unable to get down. He could only manage a weak thank you before turning his back to Fang Chuan, his head bowed, revealing the back of his neck.
Fang Chuan slowly approached, grabbed the rope, and cut it. The rope slipped down like unwrapping a gift. Fang Chuan stared at Huang Fuda's back, trying hard to suppress the urge to hug him, and secretly put the rope into his pocket.
He sat down opposite Huang Fuda, looked at him quietly for a while, and then said, "I'm not joking. If you want, I can give you the money right now. You can open a hotel and continue being your boss. Or you can do something else, whatever you like."
"Fengxiao and I are living a good life now, and I'm content. You don't need to spend any money on us."
Fang Chuan crossed his legs and leaned back on the sofa, tapping his fingers on the armrest, and asked helplessly, "How did you two meet?"
"On the train leaving Xianye, he gave me a business card."
Lin Fengxiao was in the bed next to him. Seeing that he looked unwell, he handed him a business card and said that he could consult him for free if he had any questions. He also asked if he needed sleeping pills. Huang Fuda took the pills and slept all the way to the final stop, Huazhou. When he woke up, Lin Fengxiao had already gotten off the train.
They added each other on WeChat and chatted occasionally, like friends. The following year, Huang Fuda was ostracized while working in Jinhai. He told Lin Fengxiao about it, and Lin Fengxiao invited him to Chuandu, saying that it was more inclusive there and everyone was like-minded.
Then, after Huang Fuda arrived in Chengdu, she began to formally provide him with psychological treatment and at the same time launched a fierce pursuit of him.
He was like a silver tongue, knowing exactly what Huang Fuda was thinking and what he wanted to hear. After pursuing him for a year, he finally won him over.
After hearing this, Fang Chuan raised his eyelids and said softly, "So, he was pursuing you while giving you psychological treatment, right?"
"Yes." Huang Fuda rubbed his temples sleepily. It was already past ten o'clock, and he had to catch a flight tomorrow morning.
After Huang Fuda admitted it, Fang Chuan's face turned cold. He stood up and ordered the captain to return to shore. Then he stood on the deck and smoked a cigarette. After finishing it, he walked back to Huang Fuda, squatted down, and smiled good-naturedly.
"Sorry to bother you today, go back and get some sleep."
The two parted ways after disembarking from the yacht. Fang Chuan sat in a taxi, his suppressed anger surging up one after another.
You bastard Lin Fengxiao, you have absolutely no medical ethics, I'll make you pay!
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