Spoiled - Chapter 10

Fang Baijing couldn’t figure out the meaning of his recent dramatic episode. When Fu Feng came to find him, didn’t he still obediently follow Fu Feng back?

The most annoying part was that Fang Baijing only realized this the next morning.

When he woke up, Fu Feng was already gone from his side again.

Fang Baijing couldn’t clearly remember his motive for running away yesterday. What remained vividly in his memory was the kiss under the shade of the tree.

Fu Feng, who bent down to kiss him, seemed different from usual; the emotions in his eyes were exposed. Fang Baijing felt that Fu Feng wanted to say something at that moment.

He couldn’t help but kick the blanket, shouting in exasperation, “So annoying!”

But a moment later, the bathroom door opened, and Fu Feng walked out.

It was clear that Fu Feng had heard Fang Baijing’s outburst through the wall. He asked, “What’s annoying?”

Fang Baijing glared at him: “You’re annoying!”

Fu Feng responded with his usual “Mm-hm.” He picked up the tie that was placed on the table the night before and handed it to Fang Baijing as usual.

Fang Baijing’s expression showed reluctance, but his body honestly accepted it. He stood barefoot on the bed, bending slightly to tie the tie for Fu Feng.

Suddenly, Fang Baijing’s hands paused. He looked up and angrily tightened the tie. He genuinely looked like he wanted to strangle Fu Feng.

Fu Feng calmly pulled the tie loose and asked, “Does it still hurt?”

He didn’t specify which part of Fang Baijing’s body hurt, but Fang Baijing blushed and said, “None of your business!”

Fang Baijing impatiently pushed Fu Feng’s shoulder, urging him: “Go to work quickly, don’t stand here bothering me!”

When Fu Feng didn’t indulge him, Fang Baijing couldn’t move him at all. He stood still and handed the tie back to Fang Baijing.

Fang Baijing stood on the bed, still half a head taller than Fu Feng, but found himself in a position of weakness.

He sneered. It’s just tying a tie, it’s not like he hasn’t done it for him before?

The very prideful Fang Baijing once again tied the tie according to Fu Feng’s wishes.

“Done, done!” Fang Baijing frowned in disgust, rolled onto the bed, wrapped himself up like a spring roll, and turned his back to Fu Feng: “You can leave now.”

Normally, Fu Feng wouldn’t bother him, but today, Fu Feng pulled Fang Baijing out from under the blanket covering his head.

From last night until now, Fang Baijing had slept for a long time. He wasn’t actually sleepy, he just wanted to defy Fu Feng. “What are you doing!”

“Get up,” Fu Feng pulled him out of bed. “I’ll take you to the film set.”

Fang Baijing kicked his legs in a futile protest: “I don’t want to! I’ll go by myself later!” His resistance was ineffective.

Fu Feng began silently helping him change clothes.

Fang Baijing’s hair was messy. He snatched his own shirt back from Fu Feng’s hand, suppressed his anger, and changed himself, all the while ranting: “I hate you! Making a fuss so early in the morning!”

Fu Feng retorted, “This is making a fuss?”

Fang Baijing fell silent.

Fang Baijing had no appetite in the morning, but Fu Feng pressed him down at the table, and he reluctantly ate breakfast.

Uncle Wang, who had disappeared yesterday afternoon, returned. Fang Baijing moved from the passenger seat back to the back seat.

He was idle, and as his mind wandered, his gaze couldn’t help but drift towards Fu Feng.

The sky outside the window was bright. Fu Feng leaned back slightly, his head resting on the headrest. He looked deep in thought, his eyes more profound than the thick clouds in the sky.

It was as if he had a radar installed on him. His prominent Adam’s apple bobbed, and Fu Feng suddenly turned his head.

Fang Baijing was caught in the act. His expression was more flustered than ever, and he said defensively, “…I wasn’t looking at you! I was just looking at the knot I tied for you!”

The less confident he felt, the louder his voice became. He praised forcefully, “It looks so good!”

“Mm.” Fu Feng lowered his gaze to the unremarkable tie knot and agreed with Fang Baijing: “It looks good.”

This feeling was more frustrating for Fang Baijing than punching cotton.

“Hmph!” He turned his head away, thinking he must have been crazy just now. Why else would he look at Fu Feng?

Fang Baijing stared at the bustling crowd outside, finally recalling something. He sharply turned his head back, settling scores: “Why did you buy my grandpa’s painting?”

He had slept through yesterday afternoon and completely forgotten about it when he woke up, only abruptly remembering it now.

Fu Feng asked, “Can’t I buy it?”

“You, of course, can’t,” Fang Baijing stared at him, asking skeptically, “I haven’t seen you like Chinese painting.”

“I bought it because I wanted to.”

Fang Baijing scoffed: “Too much money to burn. I remember the Old Master’s paintings aren’t cheap either.” He raised his hand and grabbed Fu Feng’s tie, pulling it hard. Fang Baijing’s tone was cold: “Buy whatever you want, but don’t let my grandpa know what kind of relationship we have.”

Old Master Fang was getting old, after all, and couldn’t handle too much excitement. If he knew his grandson was involved with a man, Fang Baijing wasn’t sure his leg wouldn’t be broken.

The tie was a little crooked from Fang Baijing’s pull. Fu Feng took a peaceful breath and straightened it: “I won’t.”

Fang Baijing let go, and the car fell silent again. He leaned back against the seat with his arms crossed, resting.

The corners of his mouth subtly curled up and then dropped. Fang Baijing felt quite smug right now. He thought he must have looked very imposing just now, and Fu Feng must have been intimidated by him.

Thinking this way, much of Fang Baijing’s morning grumpiness dissipated.

The car arrived at the entrance of the film studio. Uncle Wang wanted to drive in, but Fang Baijing stopped him: “Uncle! Just stop here!”

Fang Baijing looked like he was up to something shady. He leaned against the window, scanned the surroundings, and after confirming no one was nearby, he bent over, ready to open the door and step out.

Before his foot could leave the car, he was pulled back.

Fu Feng asked, “Did you forget something?”

Fang Baijing stood his ground for a moment, then lunged forward and kissed him aggressively, though it was more like a bump or a clash than a kiss.

Fu Feng grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him away. Fang Baijing faintly heard a slight gasp from Fu Feng, assuming he had hit him painfully.

Fang Baijing felt even better. He turned around grandly, ready to leave, but was pulled back by Fu Feng once more.

To accommodate Fang Baijing, who hated the heat, the car’s air conditioning was set very low. Fu Feng was facing the vent, and his fingers were very cold—especially when they touched Fang Baijing’s lips.

Fang Baijing shivered and instinctively stuck out his tongue to lick it.

Fu Feng’s movements paused for a moment before he carefully examined the corner of Fang Baijing’s mouth.

“The skin is broken,” Fu Feng said blandly. “Be more careful when eating if you don’t want to get a canker sore.”

He let go of Fang Baijing’s restraint and said, “Go.”

As Fang Baijing dazedly pulled the door open, Fu Feng added, “Don’t cause trouble with me next time.”

Fang Baijing felt his face was inexplicably hot. The summer sun was always scorching, and the heat made his ears a little red.

He walked forward absentmindedly for a bit before suddenly snapping back to reality.

Fang Baijing’s expression was terrible. He spat a few times, feeling the lingering sensation of his tongue licking skin.

Damn it! His tongue was going to rot!

This strange feeling of horror lasted until Fang Baijing walked into the set. He was even walking in a confused, uncoordinated gait.

Chen Yun had arrived earlier than him. She was already in costume, sitting under a sun umbrella, peeling an orange. Seeing Fang Baijing, she enthusiastically greeted him: “Come here, come here!”

After clearly seeing Fang Baijing’s way of walking, Chen Yun couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter: “What’s with your posture! Can’t you even walk anymore?”

Fang Baijing quickly adjusted his posture. He ran over and unreasonably snatched the orange, which had been perfectly peeled by Chen Yun, right down to the pith.

Under Chen Yun’s astonished gaze, Fang Baijing swallowed it in a few mouthfuls. It wasn’t until the orange flavor burst in his mouth that Fang Baijing finally felt a little better.

“Fang Baijing!” Chen Yun clenched her fist. “I peeled that orange for ten minutes!”

An angry woman was still quite terrifying. She punched at Fang Baijing repeatedly, but fortunately, she was wearing a heavy costume, giving Fang Baijing enough time to run away.

He ran awkwardly, turning his head to apologize to Chen Yun: “Sister Chen! I’m sorry! I’ll change my clothes and peel a new one!”

Fang Baijing slowly walked toward the direction of the lounge. He was a bit directionally challenged, and he hadn’t been on this set for long. Yesterday, the room doors still had names and numbers hanging on them, but now nothing was left.

Fang Baijing took out his phone to call Ji Weile.

His assistant had overslept today and was rushing over, so he could only tell him over the phone: “It’s easy to find! It’s right at the end of the hall! Just walk all the way to the end!”

It was indeed easy to find.

Fang Baijing stood expressionlessly in front of two doors. When he tried to call Ji Weile again, he couldn’t get through.

He hesitated, then tried knocking on the right door. No response meant it should be empty. Fang Baijing had just pushed the door half-open when his foot was soaked by a water bottle that was thrown and landed at his feet.

“I told you to go buy me a fan! Why did you go—”

The person in the lounge stopped mid-sentence. Inside was Zhuang Chengyan, known as the ‘Gentlemanly Young Master,’ who was the male lead in the drama.

Fang Baijing hadn’t interacted with him much, but he usually felt Zhuang Chengyan had a good temper. This was the first time he had… encountered him in a fit of rage.

The most awkward part was that Zhuang Chengyan wasn’t wearing a shirt on his upper body. His physique was well-trained, but his broad shoulders and back were covered with dense whip marks. A few were still red, clearly fresh.

“…”

The two looked at each other.

Fang Baijing clearly felt the hostility in Zhuang Chengyan’s eyes. Knowing he was in the wrong, he quickly muttered, “Sorry,” closed the door neatly, and ran off.

Fang Baijing quickly opened the door next door and locked it behind him.

…He really hadn’t expected Zhuang Chengyan to be into such intense stuff.

Such fetishes were not uncommon, but this was Fang Baijing’s first time encountering it head-on. He needed some time to process it.

Fang Baijing’s hand unconsciously touched his own back, letting out a big sigh of relief—Thank goodness Fu Feng didn’t have this fetish. Otherwise, he probably wouldn’t be gentle when striking him, and it wouldn’t be good if Fu Feng made him cry.

But then Fang Baijing recalled his experience of being held on Fu Feng’s lap and spanked.

While grinding his teeth in irritation, he suddenly felt a little disappointed.

Why didn’t Fu Feng have this fetish?