Spoiled - Chapter 13

Fang Baijing hadn’t played the piano for many years. To be precise, he hadn’t played in front of outsiders for many years. The last time was traceable to a variety show he did when he first debuted, but that was three years ago.

Fang Baijing instinctively put distance between himself and Fu Feng. In his eyes, Fu Feng was already a lunatic with something wrong in his head. Going a step further, Fang Baijing was willing to call him a “pervert.”

He didn’t want to spend another minute with Fu Feng.

Frowning in disgust, he said, “I don’t play the piano.” After saying that, Fang Baijing prepared to turn and leave, but he stopped a short distance away and warned, “Stay away from me.”

In this industry, Fang Baijing had heard of people trading their bodies for resources, but he looked down on it and didn’t care for it. Fang Baijing didn’t like men. If he could help it, he didn’t even want to think about Fu Feng’s intentions in that way.

But combining what Fu Feng had said to him with the look in Fu Feng’s eyes, Fang Baijing felt that Fu Feng was seriously interested in him.

Today was Xiao Jing’s birthday, and Fang Baijing didn’t want to make a scene, so he walked straight upstairs.

Halfway up, Fang Baijing looked back at Fu Feng again.

Fu Feng hadn’t followed, just stood where he was.

Fang Baijing sighed in relief and continued upstairs.

The upper floor was a lounge area, much quieter than the first floor. In the center was a huge pool. Although it was the middle of winter, there was still water in it, though it was likely heated.

There weren’t many people here, just a few scattered couples. Laughter and banter sporadically drifted through the quiet space.

Fang Baijing glanced over habitually and looked away as if he hadn’t seen anything, but he suddenly noticed an unfamiliar man sitting in the center of a sofa. Brown hair and blue eyes, with a naturally smiling mouth. It wasn’t enough for him to have one boy in his left arm; he was hugging another one on his right.

It was normal for friends to bring friends to a birthday party like this, but his posture of having two people in his arms caught Fang Baijing’s attention for an extra look.

Moreover, when he saw Fang Baijing, the smile on his lips became even more pronounced, the curve of his mouth tilting further upward.

“Honey,” he called out to Fang Baijing.

The first time, Fang Baijing thought he was hallucinating, until the man got up and slowly walked towards him. He suddenly realized—was this idiot calling him?

The next second, a thought flashed through his mind: did he have some kind of radar installed that attracted gay men?

After running into two such incidents in one evening, Fang Baijing’s expression was naturally not very good, especially when the man walked up to him, bent down, and provocatively asked, “Do you want to play with me?”

Among adults, this phrase carried a strong sexual innuendo.

Perhaps because he had been drinking, the man actually started getting physical. He grabbed Fang Baijing’s shoulder and leaned down to kiss him.

Fang Baijing frowned in disgust and tried to struggle, but found the strength on his shoulder ridiculously strong.

The temper he had suppressed all evening finally snapped at this moment.

The wine rack was right on his right. Amidst gasps of surprise, Fang Baijing, while dodging, unhesitatingly grabbed a bottle and swung it at the man’s head.

The moment he struck, Fang Baijing was still measured, not daring to use too much force, only wanting to teach him a lesson.

Fang Baijing couldn’t fight. As the man raised his fist to retaliate, he instinctively swung the wine bottle again.

This time, in his panic, Fang Baijing didn’t hold back. He clearly heard a “squelch,” like the sound of a broken bottle edge piercing skin.

Fang Baijing immediately let go of the bottle in his hand and was pushed on the shoulder without resistance. Before he could react, he stumbled backward a few steps.

“Bang—”

Right behind him was the huge pool. The water was two meters deep. The heavily chlorinated pool water instantly filled his nasal cavity.

The commotion they made must have been too loud. Fang Baijing heard Xiao Jing’s voice—”Fang Baijing!”

Fang Baijing couldn’t swim. A non-swimmer’s first reaction upon falling into the water was to struggle hard.

He opened his eyes, but all he saw was vast blue. His chest was squeezed, and for a moment, Fang Baijing felt like he was truly going to suffocate.

“Splash—”

He heard a splash, like a ray of light entering a crack.

Unlike what happened in TV dramas, there was no drawn-out underwater kiss.

Fang Baijing closed his eyes, and a great force came onto his arm. Before he could react, he was pulled up from the bottom of the pool. Water splashed everywhere.

Bent over, leaning on the person behind him, he coughed his heart out.

It wasn’t until Fang Baijing was helped to the edge of the pool that he could barely open his eyes. His eyes were painfully stinging, his body was still submerged, and the breath behind him was unfamiliar.

“Are you alright?” The voice was somewhat familiar. It took a moment for Fang Baijing to realize it was Fu Feng’s voice.

Just as he was about to answer, he couldn’t catch his breath, and Fang Baijing coughed even more violently.

Fu Feng’s hand suddenly lifted and gently patted his back, one tap after another.

Fang Baijing finally regained his senses now. He had almost drowned before, and the lingering after-effect was aquaphobia. His face was deathly pale. The shifting water made Fang Baijing incredibly uneasy, and he couldn’t help but cling to Fu Feng’s shoulder.

Fang Baijing’s expression was panicked and helpless. His ringing ears belatedly registered the outside noise, which was noisy and chaotic.

Fang Baijing instinctively wanted to see how badly the man was hurt, but his vision suddenly went black.

Fu Feng had shielded his eyes with his hand. Fang Baijing could feel the water flowing down his cheek like tear tracks. “Don’t look.”

Fu Feng was also drenched. Fang Baijing in his arms seemed to be trembling out of fear. He lowered his head and could see Fang Baijing’s delicate, refined nose, giving off a glass-like fragility.

Fu Feng said, “You don’t need to be afraid anymore.”

This vulnerable state of Fang Baijing’s was something Fu Feng had never seen. His fingers gripped Fu Feng’s body weakly, his knuckles white, his voice dry and trembling: “You first… pull me up.”

The bottomless pool gave Fang Baijing no sense of security. With his eyes covered, the chaotic anxiety intensified his unease.

But Fang Baijing dared not resist now; in the pool, Fu Feng was his last piece of flotsam.

“Wait.”

Fu Feng wanted to jump onto the dry land first and then pull Fang Baijing up, but as soon as he loosened his embrace, Fang Baijing wrapped around him like an octopus.

Fu Feng was satisfied with Fang Baijing’s dependence on him.

The people nearby wanted to help, but Fu Feng stopped them with a look. Relying on his good arm strength, he forcibly lifted Fang Baijing onto the shore.

The moment his feet touched the ground, Fang Baijing uncontrollably collapsed onto it. He didn’t have any of his usual overbearing manner now. His hair was sticking to his face wetly, and his clothes were all soaked and clammy.

It was very uncomfortable.

“Splash—”

Fu Feng leaped out of the pool. Before jumping in, he had tossed his heavy overcoat onto the side of the pool, so it was still dry. He walked over, picked up the coat, and draped it over Fang Baijing’s body.

“Get up.” Fu Feng half-squatted, reaching out to pull Fang Baijing up from the floor. “Don’t lie on the ground; you’ll catch a cold.”

Fang Baijing’s face was still deathly pale.

He looked in the direction of the commotion. The man was gone, leaving only a pool of blood on the floor. Xiao Jing was also absent, likely having gone to the hospital with him.

There were only a few people remaining, and they were all strangers to him. They were all tacitly silent now. The only person he could communicate with was Fu Feng.

Fang Baijing recovered from the intense feeling of suffocation. He could only ask Fu Feng: “Where is he? Is he alright?”

Fu Feng supported him and wrapped the coat around Fang Baijing: “I’m not sure.”

Fang Baijing’s already pale lips grew even lighter. He was like a lost soul, instinctively grabbing Fu Feng’s arm and asking, “…What do I do?”

He had grown up sheltered and smooth-sailing, and Fang Baijing had never encountered anything like this before.

Fang Baijing couldn’t stop panicking. He fumbled his phone out of his pocket, wanting to call Xiao Jing to ask about the situation, but the soaked phone was already broken.

“Fu Feng,” Fang Baijing called Fu Feng’s name awkwardly, asking, “Can you… can you call Xiao Jing and ask?”

“He’s my friend,” Fu Feng suddenly said. He used his finger to wipe away the water streak from the corner of Fang Baijing’s eye that looked like a tear. “You don’t need to worry.”

Fang Baijing’s sweater was heavy with water, weighing him down. He belatedly realized that everyone else had been sent away, leaving only him and Fu Feng in the large space.

Fang Baijing finally found his voice again, “If anything serious happens to him… I’ll take responsibility.” His fingers gripped Fu Feng’s coat hem as he struggled to speak: “So, can I… borrow your phone… please?”

Fu Feng remained half-squatting. He neither shook off Fang Baijing’s hand nor gave him his phone. After a long moment, he suddenly stood up. Under Fang Baijing’s deeply dependent gaze, he walked to the corner to make a call.

Fang Baijing stood helpless where he was. He wanted to follow, but his legs were weak, and he couldn’t stand up.

Perhaps because of the water in his ears, the sounds Fang Baijing heard weren’t clear, as if a ball of cotton was stuffed in his ears. He stared anxiously at Fu Feng, clearly seeing Fu Feng’s expression. It looked like he was dealing with a tricky problem; Fu Feng frowned faintly.

Fu Feng, who was turned sideways, suddenly turned around. His gaze met Fang Baijing’s in mid-air. His thin lips moved up and down, but Fang Baijing couldn’t hear his voice.

It wasn’t until Fu Feng approached and half-squatted again that Fang Baijing could hear clearly—”Mishu is fine.” Fang Baijing was stunned for a moment before realizing that was the man’s name. He sighed in relief, but Fu Feng’s next sentence was: “But his family isn’t happy.”

Everyone attending Xiao Jing’s birthday party was wealthy and influential. Clearly, the man named Mishu was Fu Feng’s friend, and Fu Feng had brought him. He was a new face, but likely rich and powerful.

Fang Baijing hesitantly asked, “Then his… family…?”

Fu Feng’s assistant happened to walk in with dry clothes, silently placed the clothes on the table, and then quietly withdrew.

“Go change first,” Fu Feng didn’t answer his question directly. “You’ll catch a cold easily.”

Fang Baijing instinctively listened to Fu Feng, obediently taking the clothes and going into the cubicle to change.

After putting on the clothes, which fit him perfectly, he realized this was the second set of clothes he had taken from Fu Feng. The first set had been sitting in his trash can for a long time.

Fu Feng had also changed. Seeing Fang Baijing walk over, he placed a newly opened towel on Fang Baijing’s head.

The current Fang Baijing was surprisingly obedient. Fang Baijing’s fingers clenched the towel, his knuckles white, as he stammered the question again: “He…”

Fu Feng named a foreign corporation.

Fang Baijing’s fingers turned even whiter. He had heard rumors that the corporation was involved in some shady activities.

“Are you afraid?” While he was still distracted, he suddenly heard Fu Feng’s question. He instinctively nodded.

This was the first time Fang Baijing had stumbled into something so serious.

“You don’t need to be afraid.” The funny thing was that the person comforting him now was Fu Feng. Fu Feng looked down and gently used the towel to dry his hair. “I’ll take care of it for you.”

Fang Baijing looked up in disbelief. But there really was no such thing as a free lunch. Perhaps it was a misperception or because he was too scared, but he actually found Fu Feng’s expression somewhat gentle.

“Just like I said last time, be with me.” As if he really liked Fang Baijing’s current state of nervousness, Fu Feng touched his cheek with a finger and called his name: “Fang Baijing.”