Spoiled - Chapter 34

When Fang Baijing was in a bad mood, he liked others to coax him, so he really wanted to hear Fu Feng call him that now. But Fang Baijing had this personality—he wanted to hear it, but he would absolutely deny it.

Fu Feng realized he hadn’t called Fang Baijing that for quite some time, because every time he did in the past, Fang Baijing’s reaction was intense, making it seem like he disliked the name. Hearing Fang Baijing bring it up today, Fu Feng belatedly understood that Fang Baijing actually liked it.

Fu Feng forked another piece of watermelon for Fang Baijing. He lowered his eyes and called out, “Yangyang.”

Fang Baijing’s earlobes immediately started turning red again.

Fu Feng said, “Your ears are red.”

Fang Baijing instinctively wanted to open his mouth to argue, but he realized his ears were indeed red. He couldn’t accept this feeling of defeat. Fang Baijing tightly pursed his lips.

After a long moment of thought, an idea finally popped into his head, but he was a little ashamed to try it. He lifted his eyelids, secretly glanced at Uncle Wang, and after making sure his attention was entirely on the busy road, Fang Baijing wiggled closer to Fu Feng.

Fu Feng noticed Fang Baijing’s small movements. He held the watermelon, still on the toothpick, to Fang Baijing’s mouth, but Fang Baijing refused to open it. He seemed to be agonizing over something, his face growing redder, a shade almost matching the watermelon. Fu Feng lowered his hand and asked in a low voice, “What’s wrong?”

Fang Baijing finally made a move. His body was pressed almost against Fu Feng’s. He cautiously lifted his chin and brought his lips close to Fu Feng’s ear. Slightly nervous, his breath brushed against Fu Feng’s earlobe.

Fang Baijing mustered his courage and called out in a voice smaller than a mosquito’s: “… Hubby (老公 – Lǎogōng).”

His entirely unnecessary competitive spirit was on full display. Fang Baijing stayed close to Fu Feng and carefully examined Fu Feng’s ear. Not red at all!!!

Fang Baijing felt extremely frustrated, and on top of that, annoyed. Sure enough, Fu Feng is a big liar! His profession of liking me is false! Otherwise, I lowered myself to say that embarrassing name, so how could Fu Feng not react at all!

Fang Baijing’s own ears grew even redder, like a cloud set ablaze on the horizon. He took a deep breath and prepared to move back to his original seat.

His arm was grabbed by Fu Feng at that moment. “… What did you just call me?”

Fang Baijing let out a “hmph” from his nasal cavity. He turned his head away and said coldly, “You’re hearing things. I didn’t call you anything.”

Fu Feng pulled his arm, drawing Fang Baijing towards him. His gaze drew closer, and he said in a low voice, “I heard it.”

Fang Baijing liked to lick his lips when nervous, and he did so now. He stammered, “Heard… heard it then. So what?” He said pretentiously, “Are you saying I’m not allowed to call you that?!”

The car suddenly jolted up and down as it went over the speed bumps at the entrance. Fang Baijing was startled by the sudden movement and instinctively braced his hand on Fu Feng’s thigh. It was hard and quite firm.

He hastily retracted his hand, just as he heard Fu Feng’s voice: “Uncle Wang, just park the car in the garage.”

Fang Baijing immediately clutched Fu Feng’s sleeve.

Uncle Wang left the running car and quietly walked away.

Only Fang Baijing and Fu Feng remained in the car. The garage lights were dim. Fang Baijing had a vague feeling that something bad was about to happen. As he quietly tried to retreat, he stammered, “… We’re home, aren’t you going to get out?”

Fu Feng suddenly moved. Fang Baijing’s back hit the car door. Fu Feng’s hand rested on the door handle. He leaned over and kissed Fang Baijing’s lips. His kissing skill was getting better and better, always leaving Fang Baijing dazed and confused. I

n the flickering light, the sound of their heavy breathing was loud. Fang Baijing’s upper lip was sucked and licked; his soft lips became drenched. He didn’t know how long they kissed, but the feeling of oxygen deprivation was strong.

“Yangyang,” Fu Feng called softly. He coaxed, “Say it again, okay?”

Fang Baijing’s tone was stubborn, but his voice was soft, like he was pouting: “I don’t want to!”

Fu Feng kissed him again, not a light brush of the lips, but a deep kiss that penetrated the soul, just like before. Fang Baijing finally understood that a long, continuous kiss could also break a person down. His head was spinning; he could only increase the frequency of his nasal breathing. But Fang Baijing felt like something was missing. He kept trying to retreat, only to hit Fu Feng’s palm in helpless panic.

“Yangyang.” Fu Feng stopped. He gave Fang Baijing another chance. “Say it.”

Fang Baijing learned his lesson. He gasped for air, compromised, and said: “… Hubby.” Fang Baijing’s voice was light as always. The nickname made him feel particularly ashamed, but very quickly, Fang Baijing let out a shout: “Fu Feng!”

Because Fu Feng didn’t let him go, he kissed him again.

As Fang Baijing was pressed against the car door and kissed, he had a strong sense of being tricked, but he could also vaguely sense how much Fu Feng liked that term.

Fang Mu’s (Mother Fang) birthday was coming up, and Fang Baijing hadn’t been home for a long time, so he definitely had to go back this time.

He ordered a hard-to-buy handbag for Fang Mu. Although Fang Baijing couldn’t appreciate where the bag was beautiful, he knew Fang Mu would love it. Since he was going home, Fang Baijing certainly wouldn’t let Fu Feng drive him. He drove himself back in an inconspicuous Audi.

His family lived in a well-secured residential complex, and the elevators served only one household per floor. As soon as he walked in, he took off the mask and hat he was wearing.

“Mom!” As soon as Fang Baijing got home, he was like the Monkey King returning to the Flower-Fruit Mountain. Happily kicking off his shoes, he pounced on Fang Mu.

Fang Mu was a famous actress before she retired after marrying Fang Fu (Father Fang). Fang Baijing’s good looks were carved from the same mold as hers. She was over forty, yet still as beautiful as a flower.

“Yangyang.” Fang Mu started smiling as soon as she saw Fang Baijing, her tone carrying a slight complaint, “Mom hasn’t seen you in ages.”

Fang Baijing felt a little guilty and his voice subconsciously softened: “I’ve been quite busy lately. I’ll come see you more often from now on.” He took out the gift box he had prepared, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Fang Mu, showing off: “Mom! Look! My gift for you! You’re definitely going to love it!”

“Fang Baijing!” Fang Fu’s voice rang out. “Get off your mother! You’re such a big kid, why are you always clinging to your mom!”

After chasing Fang Baijing away, Fang Fu naturally sat down next to Fang Mu.

Fang Baijing rolled his eyes at him.

Fang Mu, however, frowned slightly. She nudged Fang Fu’s shoulder, admonishing him, “What are you doing? I haven’t seen Yangyang in so long, move over.”

With support, Fang Baijing proudly puffed out his chest and said with full confidence, “Hear that? My mom told you to move!” Finally, Fang Baijing smugly sat next to Fang Mu.

Eating a pear she had peeled for him, he asked, “When is Grandpa coming?”

“Your grandpa said he has something to do and will come later.” Fang Fu warned, “Your grandpa seems to be in a bad mood today, don’t say anything to upset him.”

Fang Baijing muttered softly, “Why is he in a bad mood on Mom’s birthday?”

“Disrespectful!”

Seeing that the two of them were about to argue again, Fang Mu spoke up to change the subject: “Yangyang.” Her eyes curved slightly when she smiled. “Have you met any nice girls recently?”

Fang Baijing replied instinctively, “Mom! I can’t just date casually!”

“Nonsense, aren’t you an actor?” Fang Mu seemed to understand these things. “I heard they say only those… what, what idols can’t date?”

A mouthful of pear got stuck in Fang Baijing’s throat. He nearly choked. He hesitated for a moment and then said, “I’ll be honest, I really… I’m dating.”

Fang Baijing had never told his family about his relationship with Fu Feng, but now that he planned to date Fu Feng seriously, he felt he should give Fu Feng… a proper identity.

Fang Mu asked in surprise, “How old is she? Is she in the industry or an outsider? Where is she from? Do you have a picture for Mom to see?”

Her barrage of questions made Fang Baijing dizzy, but Fang Baijing didn’t dare to reveal the truth yet. He could only say vaguely, “Three years older than me, a native of the capital, and… an outsider, I guess. I’ll show you the picture next time!” He was afraid that if his mother saw the picture, she wouldn’t even want to celebrate her birthday today.

“Alright,” Fang Mu wasn’t rushing. She said gently, “Then Yangyang, you must treat the girl well. Don’t lose your temper. Not everyone will tolerate you like your family does. She’s a girl, so you need to be accommodating to her.” Everything Fang Mu said was the opposite of his dynamic with Fu Feng.

Fang Baijing could only manage a quiet “Mm” after a long time.

As they were chatting happily, Grandpa Fang finally arrived.

Fang Baijing could tell right away that his grandfather was genuinely in a bad mood. His complexion was poor, and his normally sturdy body was even supported by a cane this time. However, Grandpa Fang seemed not to need the cane for walking; he was still moving quickly.

Fang Baijing stared at the cane, and his right eye started twitching violently. A twitching right eye signifying disaster was a superstitious belief, but when Fang Baijing saw Grandpa Fang pointing the cane at him, he was sure it was true.

“Fang Baijing,” Grandpa Fang spoke heavily. “Come out with me.”

Fang Baijing didn’t know what he had done wrong, but with Grandpa Fang’s attitude, he must have messed up.

He nervously followed Grandpa Fang outside. As the door closed, Fang Baijing saw the cane swing violently toward his head.

Fang Baijing instinctively backed up a few steps, and the cane only struck his arm.

“Hiss—” Grandpa Fang had not held back at all. Fang Baijing gasped in pain from the blow.

“You dare to dodge?” Grandpa Fang’s hand, gripping the cane, was shaking. “How long were you planning to hide your little thing with that boy Fu Feng from me?!”