Spoiled - Chapter 31

Fu Feng’s fingers gripped Fang Baijing’s ankle bone.

Fang Baijing had never suffered hardship, so his skin everywhere was delicate and smooth.

Fu Feng gently brushed against Fang Baijing’s protruding ankle bone, and Fang Baijing’s arch instantly tensed sensitively. His voice was lower, tinged with desire, as Fu Feng asked, “Does it hurt?”

Fang Baijing’s hands were resting on Fu Feng’s back. When he couldn’t control himself, he would scratch him without restraint, and he just scratched him mercilessly again.

The corners of his eyes were slightly red, and he gritted his teeth, saying, “What do you think?”

Fu Feng softened his movements slightly. He lowered his head and rested his forehead against Fang Baijing’s. He said softly, “You only remember the pain.”

Fang Baijing only remembered the pain, not a single good thing.

Fang Baijing’s chin tilted back uncontrollably, the line of his slender swan neck drawn out fragilely and beautifully. His Adam’s apple bobbed. With a blink of his eyes, tears rolled down his cheeks, tracing his smooth jawline and finally falling into his collarbone.

Fang Baijing was completely drained of strength this time. He didn’t know how late Fu Feng kept going. He could only feel his consciousness sinking as if into oblivion multiple times, only to be jolted awake by suffocating kisses. He could feel the rising temperature of Fu Feng’s body, like a blazing fire enveloping Fang Baijing, burning until all the bones in his body felt soft and weak.

Fang Baijing drifted into a fuzzy sleep. As he was dozing, Fu Feng used a wet, hot towel to wipe his body and helped him put on clothes.

When Fang Baijing woke up again, his body felt like it had been dismantled and reassembled, like his limbs had been taken apart and put back together. It was more tiring than the long march organized by his school during military training.

“Fu—” The moment he spoke, Fang Baijing was startled by how hoarse his voice was. But soon, hot water was offered to his lips.

Fang Baijing was too lazy to fuss anymore and obediently opened his mouth to drink. The hot water flowed down his throat, making Fang Baijing feel much better.

Fang Baijing’s expression wasn’t great, not because he was angry, but because he felt Fu Feng hadn’t given him any face last night.

“What do you want to wear?” Fu Feng placed the cup on the nightstand and asked, “I’ll get it for you.”

Fang Baijing said coldly, “Just grab any set for me.”

The clothes had been prepared by Xiao Jing, and the tastes of big boys were quite similar. Fu Feng found a hoodie and pants in the suitcase and handed them to Fang Baijing.

With Fu Feng right next to him, Fang Baijing cast aside all sense of shame. He expressionlessly took off his pajamas. There were many kiss marks left on his flawless white back, and the marks on his waist, where Fu Feng had gripped too hard last night, subtly threatened to turn into bruises. Fang Baijing silently cursed him as a mad dog in his heart and slipped into the clothes.

He ignored Fu Feng and went to the bathroom to wash up.

After just a few steps, Fang Baijing had to lean on the wall when he came out. His expression was even worse. When his eyes caught the culprit, his confidence suddenly surged.

Fang Baijing had reached a point of no return; he wasn’t afraid of Fu Feng at all now. He jutted out his chin defiantly and commanded, “Come here and carry me!”

Fu Feng seemed surprised he would say that. He paused his steps, then quickly walked over. He bent down and picked Fang Baijing up.

No matter how thin Fang Baijing was, he was still an adult male who was 180cm tall, but Fu Feng carried him effortlessly.

He carried Fang Baijing out the door.

Fu Feng had no intention of keeping the items in the suitcase, as they were things others had given Fang Baijing.

Fang Baijing’s hoodie was loose. He put up the hood, revealing only the smooth line of his chin. Afraid of being seen, he nestled his cheek against Fu Feng’s body, taking advantage of the position Fu Feng was carrying him in. Fu Feng’s arms were steady, and his steps were firm.

Uncle Wang went to handle the check-out procedure.

Fu Feng took Fang Baijing into the car first. As the car door opened, Fang Baijing slid into the seat. The cushion was soft, and Fang Baijing’s expression improved slightly.

Fang Baijing lowered his head and rubbed his eyes. He seemed to have cried too much last night, and his eyes were now dry and sore.

As he rubbed them, his eyes started itching again, and he couldn’t stop a few physiological tears from falling.

Fu Feng reached out and grabbed his wrist, forcing Fang Baijing to remove his hand. He stared at Fang Baijing’s red eyes and asked, “Are you very sad?”

Fang Baijing’s eyes looked bewildered. He blinked, and another stream of tears rolled down.

Fu Feng in the daytime looked more human than he had at night. He gently brushed the corner of Fang Baijing’s eye, wiping away the tears. Fu Feng said, “I won’t let you go.”

“You’re crazy!” Fang Baijing finally understood what Fu Feng was saying. He pushed Fu Feng’s hand away and said unreasonably, “My eyes are just itchy!”

Fu Feng leaned against the door, clearly not believing his excuse, and just looked at him indifferently.

Uncle Wang drove for four hours, occasionally stopping briefly at rest areas before continuing.

Fang Baijing had gone through a day of turmoil, only to end up going home with Fu Feng, and he was the one who had proactively called Fu Feng, holding back tears, to ask him to come pick him up. He was thin-skinned and still felt a bit embarrassed, so he walked quickly as they entered the house.

No sooner had Fang Baijing entered the bedroom than Fu Feng walked in behind him. He suddenly remembered Xiao Jing and asked, “Where’s Xiao Jing?”

Fu Feng lowered his eyes and said flatly, “At his dad’s place.”

“Please put in a good word for Xiao Jing,” Fang Baijing pushed Fu Feng’s shoulder. “This has nothing to do with him, it’s just my own business. It’s not his fault.”

Fu Feng didn’t reply, just staring at Fang Baijing.

Fang Baijing retreated a few steps under his gaze. He became wary and asked, “Why are you looking at me like that? Didn’t I come back with you?” He emphasized, “And I was the one who actively called you to pick me up!”

Fang Baijing’s logic was such: he ran away, but he came back voluntarily, so by approximation, he hadn’t run away.

He was always sensitive to Fu Feng’s mood. Fang Baijing retreated a few more steps and cautiously asked, “Are you still angry?” He muttered softly, “What’s there to be angry about? So petty.”

Fu Feng must have heard him. The distance Fang Baijing had just created was closed in one step. Fu Feng’s fingers pinched Fang Baijing’s earlobe. He suddenly said, “Don’t run away again.” His voice paused, and he slowly continued, “I’ll want to really lock you up.”

Fu Feng’s rationality was slowly returning. He could barely suppress the impulse now because he knew that if he did that, with Fang Baijing’s temper, they would truly have nothing left.

Fang Baijing seemed startled by the statement and couldn’t help but retreat a few more steps. His palm hit the stack of scripts that resembled a small mountain. He had already returned The Palm of the Hand You Can’t Escape From. Only the proper scripts remained, but Fang Baijing still remembered the scenes inside.

The female lead struggled and resisted for so long, endured so much hardship, and suffered so many injuries, yet the final ending was still a happy one with the male lead.

Fang Baijing learned his lesson. He saw things clearly now. Since he did like Fu Feng a little, he just wanted to skip all those steps and jump straight to the last one. Anyway, Fu Feng said he liked him. As long as he dated Fu Feng properly, Fu Feng liked him, so he should be nice to him… right?

Fang Baijing blinked and said, “I won’t run away.”

Fu Feng hummed, seeming to believe him and not believe him at the same time.

Fang Baijing woke up in the afternoon and didn’t have much of an appetite, only eating a few bites. Now, he was ravenous, and dinner tasted much better. After eating, he ran upstairs to sleep again.

Fu Feng felt that Fang Baijing had changed, but couldn’t quite say how. He followed Fang Baijing upstairs.

He hadn’t told Fang Baijing that just moments ago, Fu Feng had received a call from an assistant, essentially asking if the pictures taken of him and Fang Baijing needed to be suppressed.

Fu Feng’s eyelashes lowered. Initially, he hadn’t said “yes” or “no.” For a moment, Fu Feng had considered letting the news about him and Fang Baijing explode, so Fang Baijing would have nowhere to go but to his side. But in the end, Fu Feng still ordered softly, “Buy them out.”

Fang Baijing went to bed early and woke up in the middle of the night. He wasn’t sleeping comfortably. Even though he had convinced himself to see things through, it still required some time to accept.

Fu Feng was so fierce to him yesterday! And so cold today! Fu Feng wasn’t good to him at all!

As he kept thinking, Fang Baijing’s thoughts turned into—What does Fu Feng have to be angry about? It was clearly Fu Feng’s fault from the start! Fu Feng said he had liked him for many years, so why couldn’t he be a normal suitor and pursue him properly? Jumping straight into the whole ‘sugar daddy and forced love’ routine—no normal person could accept that.

After they got together, Fu Feng indulged him in everything, taking care of his every need, from clothing to food and travel. Fu Feng was clearly trying to spoil him until he became useless. Not only that, Fu Feng kept having people watch him, even installing a GPS tracker on his phone, and tried to lock him up—that’s what forced him to run away!

Fang Baijing grew angrier the more he thought about it.

He was currently held in Fu Feng’s embrace, unable to even turn over and face away from him. He lifted his head furiously and suddenly bit Fu Feng on the lip. Feeling that wasn’t enough to vent his anger, Fang Baijing bit him again.

The back of his neck was pinched—Fu Feng had woken up.

“It’s clearly all your fault!” Fang Baijing’s voice carried an almost imperceptible grievance. “Why were you so fierce to me?” In the darkness, Fang Baijing quietly accused him: “Fu Feng, you just want to spoil me until I’m useless, don’t you?”

Aside from the small matters in life, Fang Baijing actually knew that most people took commercials and variety shows not just for money, but for another important reason: exposure. Exposure led to scripts. Fang Baijing was well aware that while he was somewhat popular, the fact that he had so many scripts to choose from was largely due to Fu Feng’s help.

Fu Feng opened his eyes. Fang Baijing had bitten him hard; his lips were numb with pain. He gently rubbed the back of Fang Baijing’s neck and said softly: “I just want to be good to you.”