Spoiled - Chapter 15:

Perhaps because of the encounter with Mishu, Fang Baijing suddenly became much more subdued today, lacking his usual aggressive, claw-waving demeanor. He rested his head against the car window, his gaze appearing somewhat vacant.

“Fang Baijing.” Fu Feng’s voice pulled him out of his memories.

Fang Baijing’s temples were throbbing with pain. He gave a slow “Ah?” in response.

“What are you thinking about?” Fang Baijing subconsciously shook his head, but his eyes couldn’t help glancing at Fu Feng.

“Stop biting your lip,” Fu Feng said. “You’re going to break the skin.” Fang Baijing was unusually quiet today. He obediently released his tightly pursed lips. He looked down and saw a message from Xiao Jing.

[$$Xiao Jing$$ : Why does Fu Feng seem to be getting more handsome?]

[$$Xiao Jing$$ : Why was he waiting for you downstairs! You didn’t even tell me! I was startled when I saw him!]

[$$Xiao Jing$$ : …Why do I feel like you two actually look quite good together?]]

[$$Xiao Jing$$ : Since you’re together anyway, you might as well just submit to him.

Xiao Jing was getting increasingly ridiculous. Fang Baijing couldn’t read any more, so he turned off his phone and closed his eyes to clear his mind.

Fang Baijing’s thin eyelids drooped. His eyes seemed out of his central nervous system’s control, turning to Fu Feng for the umpteenth time today.

“Stop biting your nails,” Fu Feng said again.

Fang Baijing liked to bite his nails when he was spaced out, like a child who wouldn’t grow up. This bad habit still hadn’t gone away. He snapped out of it, foolishly staring at his chipped nails for a moment.

Seeing Mishu made Fang Baijing recall unpleasant experiences, especially the helpless sinking feeling in the pool. His nasal cavity was filled with the smell of disinfectant, as if water would pour into his lungs with every breath. The sensation of drowning was suffocating. Fu Feng was the one who pulled him out of that roaring water.

“…Fu Feng?”

“What’s wrong?” Fu Feng paused and said, “Mishu won’t come to bother you.”

What Fang Baijing wanted to say was clearly not that. He asked in a stiff tone, “Did you eat… dinner?”

Fu Feng’s pause was longer this time. After a while, he said, “No.”

“…” Fang Baijing seemed to be competing with him over who could remain silent longer. After a long deadlock, he whispered, “Then go back and have Aunt Chen cook you something to eat.”

Fu Feng was much more direct than he was. He suddenly asked, “Are you worried about me?”

Fang Baijing instantly looked like a burst balloon. His face flushed red, and he hurriedly sputtered, “Don’t overthink things!”

“Mm,” Fu Feng said. “I’m not.”

What Fang Baijing hated most was Fu Feng’s unperturbed demeanor, as if nothing he did could affect Fu Feng’s emotions. Whether he opened his mouth to curse or even became physical, Fu Feng wouldn’t frown, as if Fang Baijing were just being unreasonable. This feeling made Fang Baijing feel powerless, and after venting, he would often become even more angry.

He couldn’t understand it. Given Fu Feng’s resources, if he announced he wanted a young lover, the applicants would line up from his front door all the way to Paris. But Fu Feng seemed to want no one else; he just wanted to tie Fang Baijing to his side.

Fang Baijing opened his mouth. He wanted to ask Fu Feng why he was doing this, but the words got stuck in his throat. Fang Baijing couldn’t say anything.

The events of last night felt like a hallucination, but Fang Baijing’s frequency of spacing out and losing focus was increasing.

“Fang Baijing!” Chen Yun yelled. “I’m talking to you!”

Fang Baijing replied weakly, “What is it?”

“…Nothing.” Chen Yun reached out to touch Fang Baijing’s forehead but was avoided by a flash of movement. “You look unwell.”

“…It’s probably the makeup.” Fang Baijing’s head ached from the noise of the set. Distressed, he made an excuse: “I’m going to have a cigarette.” Before Chen Yun could grab the hem of his clothes, he vanished from sight.

“…” Chen Yun couldn’t help nudging Ji Weile. “Since when does he smoke?”

Ji Weile’s expression was bewildered: “How could he possibly smoke?” Fu Feng managed him like a son, barely letting him touch alcohol, let alone cigarettes.

Fang Baijing found a secluded corner to sit down. A large tree shaded him. He was bored and idly played with a leaf he had picked. The hottest period had passed, so Fang Baijing could tolerate it if he just sat quietly.

“Annoying.” There was no one here, so Fang Baijing finally spoke his mind. He rested his chin on his hand, his brow furrowed, lacking his usual arrogant appearance. The corners of Fang Baijing’s eyes drooped; he was genuinely frustrated this time.

“Fu Feng,” Fang Baijing angrily spoke the name that lingered in his mind. He childishly kicked a pebble at his feet. “So damn annoying!” His feelings for Fu Feng were complicated. Fang Baijing hated Fu Feng’s domineering presence in front of him, and he hated Fu Feng’s behavior of planning his future for him as if it were a matter of course.

But after yesterday, Fang Baijing damn near discovered—he seemed to have an inexplicable dependence on Fu Feng. It was as if whenever he encountered something, his first reaction was to tell Fu Feng. That’s because Fu Feng was reliable. He really would help Fang Baijing smooth over everything. He seemed omnipotent.

—But Fang Baijing didn’t want this. The more Fu Feng helped him, the more he felt he should have to give in return.

He had a scene to shoot in the afternoon, so Fang Baijing could only be annoyed for a short while.

Just as he was about to turn and head back to the set, he saw a sports car drive up in the distance, bright red, like an arrogant flame. The roar of the exhaust was loud.

Fang Baijing couldn’t help but widen his eyes when he saw the person who got out of the passenger seat—it was Zhuang Chengyan.

Fang Baijing sucked in a cold breath. He couldn’t figure out why he always seemed to stumble upon Zhuang Chengyan’s secrets.

The next moment, the person in the driver’s seat also got out. It was a very beautiful woman. Her curly hair reached her waist, swaying as she walked. She was wearing a black slip dress, fitting the description “beautiful woman in a luxury car.” A smile played on her lips. She walked gracefully towards Zhuang Chengyan.

Only then did Fang Baijing notice she was holding a collar in her hand.

“Come here.” She beckoned to Zhuang Chengyan.

Zhuang Chengyan’s back stiffened, but he walked over and lowered his head in front of the woman. The woman seemed pleased with his action. She patted his head as a reward and personally put the collar around his neck. Her tone of voice was like talking to a pet: “Behave, and you’re allowed to take it off later.”

Fang Baijing had accidentally witnessed a big show. With an extremely complicated mood, he backed up, but because he was looking for a quiet spot, he had chosen a dead end. He could only pray in his heart that Zhuang Chengyan wouldn’t see him, or he would have to face the same awkward situation as last time for a second time.

But what you least want to happen is often what does. Fang Baijing was caught off guard and locked eyes with Zhuang Chengyan.

“…” In the deadly silence, Fang Baijing subconsciously took a few steps back and offered a dry explanation: “Coincidence, just a coincidence.”

Zhuang Chengyan’s face, however, was terrible. Clearly, he didn’t think it was a coincidence. He tugged at the collar on his neck, humiliatingly took it off, and then threw it fiercely at Fang Baijing’s feet. Zhuang Chengyan pulled the corner of his mouth into a cold sneer and asked, “Seen enough? How does it feel?”

Fang Baijing frowned and explained again: “I’ve been here since before you arrived. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop.”

“But you heard it anyway, didn’t you?”

This accusatory tone annoyed Fang Baijing. He was not the type to take a loss. He retorted, “So what? It wasn’t intentional. Do I need to kowtow a few times to apologize? I’m not that bored. I won’t tell anyone about this.”

After Fang Baijing finished speaking, he prepared to head back to the set, but Zhuang Chengyan’s face darkened to a cloudy gloom. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Fang Baijing’s arm with a force that felt like it would crush his bones. Zhuang Chengyan then suddenly scoffed and said disdainfully, “At least a woman is sponsoring me, and even though she has some peculiar habits, she’s still young and beautiful.” He stared at Fang Baijing, saying word by word, “And aren’t you just some ass-seller? Do you think I didn’t see him, that man you’re with? Does the young master need to sell his ass, too?”

Fang Baijing’s expression instantly turned cold. Rage consumed his body. Without thinking, he immediately kicked out. “I’m selling your mom, you bastard!” His kick was full force.

Zhuang Chengyan was caught off guard. Before he could react, Fang Baijing punched him in the face again.

“F*ck!” Zhuang Chengyan groaned in pain, his cheekbone turning red. His expression was dark, and he immediately wrestled with Fang Baijing.

Fang Baijing couldn’t fight at all, and he was still wearing a cumbersome costume. In a few seconds, he was at a disadvantage. But he must have been truly furious. The person who normally couldn’t tolerate any pain was now fighting back through gritted teeth.

Zhuang Chengyan was half a head taller than him and physically trained. Fang Baijing was taking a beating.

He was suddenly thrown to the ground by Zhuang Chengyan. He had just landed a punch on Zhuang Chengyan’s face, and now he was punched back in revenge.

Fang Baijing’s head spun for a moment, but his eyes were bloodshot. The sudden burst of strength was enough that even Zhuang Chengyan couldn’t hold him down.

“Baijing!!!” Ji Weile arrived just in time. Seeing the scene that looked like two beasts fighting, his eyelid twitched, and he rushed in to break up the fight.

They had made a lot of noise, and Ji Weile’s desperate shouting also attracted the security guards from the film studio.

Fang Baijing was definitely the one who took the worse damage. His limbs ached dully, especially his back, which felt like a nail had been driven into the center of his spine. Every time he moved, his back hurt piercingly. Ji Weile carefully helped him up and asked worriedly, “Baijing, are you alright?” Fang Baijing was certainly not alright. He barely raised his hand to touch his cheek and immediately gasped in pain. He said weakly, “I’m fine, still alive.”

The director rushed over after being notified. Seeing Fang Baijing’s injuries, he was terrified, his speech becoming incoherent: “Bai-Baijing! Do you need to go to the hospital!”

Cold sweat beaded on Fang Baijing’s forehead from the pain. He leaned entirely on Ji Weile for support: “No need. I don’t think anything is broken. Just help me to the lounge to sit for a bit.”

Zhuang Chengyan was clearly not as badly hurt as he was; only the wound on his cheekbone was more obvious.

The director stood in front of him with a worried face, saying something. Zhuang Chengyan’s face was still gloomy.

As soon as Fang Baijing entered the lounge, he weakly collapsed onto the table.

Chen Yun rushed in at the sound and couldn’t help but gasp: “How did it get so serious!” She frowned and lightly scolded him, “Why did you fight him? With your small build, you were clearly at a disadvantage.”

“…I don’t know,” Fang Baijing’s voice was muffled and unhappy. “I just wanted to hit him.” Every word he spoke caused the nerves in his face to pull and sting.

Chen Yun sighed: “I suggest you go get checked out anyway, just in case.”

Fang Baijing was characteristically willful: “I hate the smell of hospitals.”

Ji Weile rushed in, carrying a bag from the pharmacy. He had used his fastest speed, but it still took more than ten minutes. While tearing open the packaging for the medicine box, he rambled on, saying similar things to Chen Yun. “Why are you so rash? If he really made you unhappy, you should just endure it!”

“I couldn’t endure it.”

Ji Weile sighed, shook the spray bottle in his hand, and was about to spray it on Fang Baijing’s face, but his movement stopped mid-air.

That’s because the lounge door opened again. The man who walked in was known to all three people present. Despite the hot weather, his eyes were still tinged with coldness.

Chen Yun’s mouth dropped open slightly, especially when she saw Fu Feng naturally take the spray bottle from Ji Weile’s hand. Her mouth was wide enough to fit an egg. Before she could react, Ji Weile motioned to her with his eyes and pulled her out.

Only Fu Feng and Fang Baijing were left in the lounge.

Fu Feng bent down. He used his fingers to lift Fang Baijing’s chin and asked, “Does it hurt?”

“Duh,” Fang Baijing lowered the corner of his mouth, saying nothing.

“Then why did you fight?” Fu Feng asked, shaking the spray bottle in his hand and furrowing his brow as he prepared to apply it to the wound.

Fang Baijing suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Fu Feng’s wrist. He looked up at Fu Feng and asked quietly, “What are we?”

Fu Feng involuntarily stopped his movement. From his angle, he could see Fang Baijing’s slightly evasive eyes. His costume today was red. Wrapped around him, he looked very much like a pampered young master.

Fang Baijing was undeniably handsome, but he looked a little pitiful now. The exposed skin was covered with small, scattered wounds, especially the red marks on his face. He must have been in a lot of pain. His brow was slightly furrowed, and Fang Baijing’s lips were tightly pressed together to endure the pain. He looked heartbreaking.

Fu Feng lowered his head and gently touched the glaring wound on Fang Baijing’s cheek with his hand. Fang Baijing instinctively flinched back, drawing a sharp breath in pain. His cheek felt cold.

Fu Feng had sprayed a little mist on his face. At the same time, Fang Baijing heard Fu Feng’s voice. His tone was no different from usual, but it caused Fang Baijing’s pupils to contract, and he momentarily forgot the pain in his body.

Because Fu Feng said—”It should be because I like you.”