Spoiled - Chapter 18

Mishu spoke softly: “Cousin, we haven’t seen each other in so long, and that’s the first thing you say? Didn’t you just see me in the revolving restaurant not long ago? Your little boyfriend next to me seemed quite nervous.” He countered, “Shouldn’t I be the one who’s nervous?”

His mother and Fu Feng’s mother were biological sisters, but back then, his family strongly opposed her marrying abroad, so they had a major falling out. In a moment of rebellion, his mother ran away from home and never returned. Even Fu Feng and Mishu only became close after Fu Feng went abroad and they met.

Although he and Fu Feng were related by blood, their personalities were completely different. Fu Feng walked according to a meticulously planned path, one step at a time, while Mishu was like a bird soaring through the vast sky and sea; even his own family couldn’t control him. Yet, he was surprisingly obedient to Fu Feng’s words, especially after the beating he received six months ago.

Fu Feng glanced at him and said plainly, “Don’t go provoke him.”

He didn’t mention a name, but Mishu knew exactly who Fu Feng was talking about—it was none other than his little boyfriend—the one named Fang Baijing.

Just thinking about that name made Mishu’s skin ache.

He gave an awkward laugh and said, “I wouldn’t dare.”

He truly wouldn’t dare—

The first time he met Fang Baijing, he had just returned home and shamelessly insisted on staying at Fu Feng’s house. Fu Feng’s life was usually the routine of going between the company and home. After Mishu had been there for a week and felt like he was about to grow mushrooms, when Fu Feng finally prepared to go out. Mishu’s eyes lit up, and he eagerly tagged along.

Mishu excelled at handling such social gatherings. In the blink of an eye, he was in his element, mingling effortlessly. He hadn’t indulged in a while. Once his excitement surged, he drank without restraint, and the consequences of being drunk came quickly.

Fang Baijing was walking upstairs at that moment. He was different from the boys Mishu had met before. His looks were delicate—red lips, white teeth, and sparkling eyes. But there was a natural haughtiness in his expression, like a pampered cat. Especially when Fang Baijing’s gaze slid across him. Mishu, whose brain was already clouded by lust, felt half his body go weak. He loved handsome young boys like this, especially the ones who seemed difficult to handle.

After drinking too much, his mind wasn’t working well, until Fang Baijing, whom he saw as utterly weak, swung a wine bottle at his head.

Mishu finally sobered up. He had never taken such an insult. After the pain, he instinctively lashed back, but Fang Baijing struggled even more violently and hit him again on the head. Blood gushed from the wound. Mishu wiped his forehead and felt dizzy, seeing stars. It might sound cowardly, but he was genuinely hemophobic. The next moment, he only heard a “splash” of someone falling into the water, and the moment after that, Mishu completely lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying in a hospital bed. The smell of disinfectant filled his nostrils. His head was tightly wrapped in gauze, and the wound throbbed as if torn open after the anesthetic wore off.

“Hiss—” Mishu struggled to prop himself up from the bedside and was startled by the figure sitting next to him.

He had woken up in the middle of the night. The curtains were not drawn. The sky outside was pitch black. The hospital was in a relatively secluded area, not surrounded by skyscrapers, so he could only see a few streetlights.

Fu Feng sat rigidly on the chair by the bedside. His coat was gone. His palms were stacked on his legs, his eyes slightly narrowed, and his thick, long eyelashes drooped.

“…Cousin.” Mishu was genuinely startled. Fu Feng looked like the Black Guard of Impermanence, coming to take a soul in the dead of night. He swallowed and asked tentatively, “What are you doing sitting here?”

Fu Feng was holding a lighter. Smoking wasn’t allowed in the hospital room, so he seemed to just be playing with the lighter in his hand. The flipping sound was crisp yet muffled, and a small flame flickered occasionally.

“Uh…” Mishu stuttered as he spoke again. Fu Feng slightly raised his chin, his heavy gaze falling squarely on him.

“What did you do to him?” Fu Feng finally spoke.

His voice was cold, like a shard of ice stabbing into Mishu. Now, he didn’t feel any pain elsewhere; his heart had just skipped several beats. Being a man himself, he couldn’t possibly misunderstand Fu Feng’s meaning.

“I checked the surveillance,” Fu Feng said slowly. “What did you intend to do to him?”

Mishu’s eyes widened. He had been drunk, but the memory was still there. He remembered grabbing someone’s shoulder and trying to kiss him.

“Cousin…” Mishu said weakly, his voice getting smaller and smaller, “I didn’t actually kiss him, did I? He’s fine, isn’t he?”

“Go back home tomorrow,” Fu Feng said concisely. “Don’t appear in front of him again.”

Mishu sighed in relief, grateful that Fu Feng hadn’t reached the point of putting righteousness before family. He asked tentatively, “Is he your boyfriend, that young boy?”

Fu Feng stopped fiddling with the lighter. After the final click, he said, “Not yet.”

Mishu immediately understood. “Not yet” meant it was only a matter of time, but not right now.

Mishu suddenly had an idea. He pretended to be profound and said, “I have a plan.” Seeing Fu Feng still looking uninterested, he grew anxious: “I might not be good at other things, but I’ve got skills when it comes to dating!”

Fu Feng finally condescended to lift his eyes, saying only one word: “Speak.”

Even this couldn’t dampen Mishu’s enthusiasm. His injury wasn’t serious to begin with. He gestured animatedly, even ignoring the dizziness in his head: “I was just attacked by your little boyfriend. My family must already know about it.” Mishu rubbed his temple, sighing: “You know what my mother is like. She’s definitely going to come after your little boyfriend.”

His family and Fu Feng’s family were very different. One was too cold-blooded, and the other was overly indulgent. He proposed what he thought was a brilliant idea: “Why don’t you scare him a little? I see your little boyfriend isn’t very old and doesn’t have much strength. He’ll probably run into your arms if you frighten him.”

He was actually quite close to the truth. Fu Feng had indeed asked Fang Baijing something similar by the pool. But it was only a question. Even if Fang Baijing didn’t want it, Fu Feng would still resolve everything for him.

The moonlight outside was faint. Fu Feng lit the lighter one last time. After a brief contemplation, he said, “No need.”

He didn’t stay long at the hospital. He first called his aunt, whom he hadn’t contacted in a long time. Blood ties were useless at this moment. Fu Feng gave up the profit from a recent major project.

It was very late by the time he finished dealing with this matter. Five o’clock on a winter night was still as dark as midnight. Fu Feng finally returned to the clubhouse.

He saw Fang Baijing lying on the sofa. The heating was on in the clubhouse. Fang Baijing’s cheek was pressed against the cushion, and he didn’t seem to be sleeping soundly.

Fu Feng walked over quietly. He picked up the coat from the table and gently placed it over Fang Baijing. He half-squatted by the sofa. Fang Baijing’s breathing was heavy. With every inhale and exhale, his cheeks puffed out, like a little goldfish. Fu Feng instinctively reached out, wanting to smooth the frown on his brow, but ultimately withdrew his hand silently. He was afraid of waking Fang Baijing.

Fu Feng stayed quietly in the living room, watching Fang Baijing for a long time.

Years had passed. Fang Baijing had shed the youthful immaturity on his face. The unrestrained nature in his eyes had gradually subsided, but it always showed up unintentionally when he smiled.

Fu Feng didn’t get up to leave until the sky gradually lightened. Having been up all night, he lit a cigarette to keep himself awake.

He called Fang Baijing’s manager. Getting straight to the point, he said, “Hello, Ms. Cai. I’m Fu Feng. Please come and pick up Fang Baijing.” Fu Feng glanced back at Fang Baijing. Through the smoke, he said, “The address is Anshan Clubhouse. Just give my name at the front desk.”

He still needed to check on Mishu at the hospital, but Fu Feng sat in the underground parking lot for a long time. Only after the front desk called to confirm that Fang Baijing had obediently gone back with Ms. Cai did he drive to the hospital.

Halfway there, he received a distressed call for help from Fang Baijing. His tone sounded very panicked; he must have been terrified.

Fu Feng’s first reaction was to think of Mishu. After calming Fang Baijing, he coldly called Mishu.

Mishu, on the other end, was leisurely munching on an apple. He mumbled indistinctly, “It’s fine. I just had that car follow him to scare him a little, that’s all. Cousin, trust me, I guarantee he’ll obediently agree to be with you this time.”

Fu Feng repeated himself in a cold voice: “Have that car pulled back.”

The apple in Mishu’s hand dropped. He asked nervously and quietly, “You’re not angry, are you?”

His answer was a busy signal.

Mishu realized something was wrong, but he reasoned that since he was a patient, Fu Feng wouldn’t do anything to him.

But Fu Feng actually came. The moment the hospital room door opened, Mishu’s collar was seized with great force.

Fu Feng already had a cold face, and he showed even less emotion when hitting someone. He was more unrestrained than Fang Baijing, slamming his fist onto the man’s face again and again. Mishu had no strength to fight back. He vaguely felt the wound on his forehead split open. The one who finally broke up the fight was the nurse at the door.

Mishu, catching his breath after the ordeal, faintly realized that the young boy was very important to Fu Feng’s heart.

Fu Feng’s cuff was stained with blood. The woolen fabric made it difficult to wash out the stain. He was uneasy about leaving Fang Baijing alone, so he could only rush over.

The moment he pulled Fang Baijing into his arms, Fu Feng realized Fang Baijing was afraid. Just as Mishu had predicted, Fang Baijing carefully grabbed the hem of his clothes, stammering that he “wanted to be with him.”

Fu Feng lowered his brow. He suddenly didn’t want to think anymore. He didn’t tell Fang Baijing the not-quite-truth. Almost by instinct, Fu Feng chose to let the mistake stand.

He lowered his head and kissed Fang Baijing’s lips. Fang Baijing’s lips were soft, yet they were like fireworks igniting his heartstrings.

In that instant, Fu Feng felt that being unscrupulous was fine.

The reason Mishu showed up was not for nothing; he had brought work-related documents.

Fu Feng’s plan to rush back in time to have dinner with Fang Baijing fell through. By the time he returned home, the villa was quiet. The lights downstairs were still on.

Fu Feng quietly opened the bedroom door, only to find Fang Baijing already asleep. He closed the door again and turned to walk toward the collection room.

The grand piano inside was re-covered with a cloth sheet.

Fu Feng walked over. In the room, which was lit only by a wall lamp, he precisely touched the hidden chip on the piano keys. Fu Feng never told Fang Baijing—this piano was the exact one he used to play frequently at school. Every key on this piano had been pressed by Fang Baijing’s hands. After changing hands several times, it finally came into Fu Feng’s possession, lying quietly in the collection room for a very long time.

He loved the way Fang Baijing played the piano.