Spoiled - Chapter 36

The atmosphere in the room was awkwardly stifling. For a moment, no one spoke. Fang Fu was bewildered by the sudden situation, while Fu Feng was waiting for Fang Fu’s response.

After staring at each other for a long while, Fang Fu felt his palm involuntarily growing sweaty. When he spoke, he stuttered uncontrollably: “Uh… hello.”

His son had just come out today, and Fang Fu hadn’t yet accepted the fact that his precious son liked men, and now his son’s boyfriend had suddenly appeared right in front of him.

Fang Fu’s good breeding prevented him from cursing, but he also couldn’t bring himself to greet Fu Feng with a smile.

Suppressing his complicated emotions, he looked up and assessed the young man’s appearance.

Fu Feng’s looks were impeccable, and his demeanor and actions appeared well-mannered, but one thing Fang Fu found highly displeasing—he was a man, a man half a head taller than his son.

Fang Baijing watched them conclude the “handshake of the century” with his vision swimming. The scene was too surreal; he genuinely felt he was still living in a dream. Who could have imagined everything Fang Baijing had gone through today? When he left this morning, Fang Baijing had a relaxed smile on his face. He had thought today was just about celebrating his mother’s birthday. Instead, it had escalated: first, he got beaten by Grandpa Fang, and then he was forced out of the closet. Fang Baijing thought his bad luck would stop there, but then Fu Feng showed up without any warning. There was no most exciting, only more exciting.

Fang Baijing was now filled with regret. He knew Fu Feng was fundamentally abnormal! If it were anyone else, they would at least discuss meeting the parents together. Fu Feng hadn’t even asked about the family situation and just acted without a word.

Fang Baijing ran barefoot to Fu Feng, not daring to look at Fang Fu and Fang Mu’s current expressions. He gritted his teeth and quietly asked Fu Feng: “What are you doing?!”

Fu Feng remained unmoved, like a mountain. He didn’t think there was anything wrong with his behavior at all; he even felt this was exactly what he should have done.

He looked down at Fang Baijing’s bare feet. Fu Feng frowned and said something completely irrelevant: “Go put on your shoes first.”

Fu Feng didn’t lower his voice at all when he said this. Fang Baijing was certain his parents had heard it; otherwise, the expression he caught in his peripheral vision wouldn’t be so rigid.

“…Yangyang,” Fang Mu was the first to speak. She nudged Fang Baijing’s arm and said, “Go put on your slippers. You’ll catch a cold walking around barefoot in this weather.”

Fang Baijing walked stiffly, like a soldier marching. He mechanically ran to the entryway to put on his slippers, only to find that the pair he usually wore was missing. He subconsciously looked into the living room. Sure enough, his slippers were currently sitting comfortably on Fu Feng’s feet. Fang Baijing preferred to buy slippers a few sizes larger for comfort, so they actually fit Fu Feng’s feet quite well.

Fang Baijing’s mood became even more indescribable. Fu Feng was now in his house, wearing his slippers, talking to his parents, as if Fu Feng had completely invaded his most private space.

He took out a fresh pair of slippers from the cabinet and put them on. When he turned back, Fu Feng and Fang Fu and Fang Mu were already seated on the sofa.

The seating arrangement included two single chairs and a long sofa. Fu Feng was currently sitting on a single chair, holding a teacup, seemingly conversing with Fang Fu and Fang Mu. He probably knew it was bad form not to smile in front of parents. The corners of his mouth, which were normally held straight, were now slightly turned up. The curve wasn’t big, but at least he was smiling.

Fang Baijing hesitated. He didn’t sit close to Fang Fu and Fang Mu, nor did he sit on the other single chair. Instead, he plopped himself down on the armrest of the chair Fu Feng was sitting on.

His eyes met Fang Mu’s. After a long moment, Fang Baijing coughed awkwardly: “Mom, this is my boyfriend.” The introduction came a little late, especially since everyone clearly knew who everyone else was, and after Fu Feng had already introduced himself. Fang Baijing nudged Fu Feng’s shoulder and said with forced composure: “These are my parents.”

Fu Feng nodded. He was the only person present who was completely composed. He greeted them politely: “Hello, Uncle and Auntie.”

Fang Fu’s expression was poor. Fang Mu, feeling awkward, felt compelled to say something. She lost count of how many times she had poured water for Fu Feng and asked, “How long have you two known each other?”

“Seven years.”

“One year.”

Both answers sprang from their mouths at the exact same time.

Fang Mu froze mid-pour, her gaze snapping to Fang Baijing.

Fang Baijing stuttered: “I… I misremembered. He was my senior in high school. We knew each other in high school, but we weren’t very close then.”

Fang Mu couldn’t help but look at Fu Feng a few more times. Fu Feng’s posture was straight and proper. Fang Baijing was sitting right next to him, their arms nearly touching, yet Fu Feng kept turning his head to look at Fang Baijing.

Fang Mu started acting when she was eleven or twelve. The films she made back then are still classics today. She was very skilled at understanding characters in a script, and likewise, she was good at reading people. Fu Feng’s emotions weren’t displayed on his face, making him somewhat inscrutable, but Fang Mu could tell that Fu Feng was different from the unreliable image she had imagined. At the very least, Fu Feng seemed to like Fang Baijing, and very much so.

Fang Mu suddenly stood up and said, “Yangyang, I’m going to the kitchen to get some fruit.” Before leaving, she didn’t forget to give Fang Fu a meaningful look.

Only Fang Baijing and Fu Feng remained in the living room.

Fang Baijing had endured for so long that he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He slapped Fu Feng on the shoulder. Not daring to shout, he lowered his voice: “Are you crazy?! You didn’t even tell me you were coming!”

Fu Feng caught Fang Baijing’s hand. His skin was delicate, and his palm was indeed slightly red. He gently massaged it while calmly stating, “I told you.”

“You just said ‘Wait for me’ and that counts as telling me?!” Fang Baijing nearly hyperventilated. “Could you please be more specific when you talk in the future? Give me some mental preparation!”

“Are you very scared?” Fu Feng thought for a moment and asked, “Scared your parents won’t approve?”

“…It’s not exactly that. My parents are pretty open-minded, so they won’t make a huge fuss.”

Mid-conversation, Fang Fu and Fang Mu walked out of the kitchen. Whatever consensus they had reached, they invited Fu Feng to stay for dinner.

It was, in fact, dinner time. Since it was Fang Mu’s birthday, the household helper wasn’t there, so Fang Fu did all the cooking himself.

Fang Mu used the serving chopsticks to put some food on Fu Feng’s plate and hesitantly asked, “Xiao Feng?”

Fu Feng must have been called that for the first time. He paused for a second before replying, “Yes, Auntie?”

“I heard… you’re getting married?”

“I won’t,” Fu Feng said confidently. “That was just my father talking. I will not marry any woman. If you agree, I can take Yangyang abroad to register our marriage.”

Fang Baijing’s reaction was the most intense. He widened his eyes, kicked Fu Feng’s foot under the table, and mouthed: “Don’t talk nonsense!”

Fu Feng withdrew his gaze. He lowered his eyes, lost in thought.

The atmosphere throughout the entire meal was awkward. Fang Fu barely spoke a word. Most of the time, Fang Mu and Fu Feng were in a back-and-forth Q&A session.

After dinner, Fang Baijing, worried that Fang Fu might suddenly grab a chair and hit Fu Feng, said goodbye to Fang Mu and quickly dragged Fu Feng away.

Fu Feng had driven himself. Fang Baijing felt his whole body lighten as he got into the passenger seat. He finally let out a sigh of relief.

When Fu Feng was halfway home, Fang Baijing suddenly remembered: “My car is still at home!”

“Just leave it,” Fu Feng said. “I’ll have someone drive it back tomorrow.” Fu Feng was driving and couldn’t focus entirely on Fang Baijing. He could only turn his head during a red light and ask, “Does your injury hurt?”

His nerves had been too tense all afternoon, and Fang Baijing had forgotten the pain. But now that Fu Feng mentioned it, he felt it again. It hurt particularly badly when he lifted his arm.

“It hurts,” Fang Baijing pouted. “I got beaten up because of you!”

Back home, Fang Baijing lay face down on the bed. He only got up when Fu Feng returned with the ointment. Since taking off his shirt required lifting his arm, Fang Baijing let Fu Feng help him.

Grandpa Fang was still a little soft-hearted. The injuries weren’t severely swollen, but the red marks on his skin were quite noticeable. One mark was on his upper arm, and another on his shoulder blade. Fang Baijing was thin, making the injuries look particularly stark.

Fu Feng suddenly lowered his head and kissed his wound.

Fang Baijing instinctively pulled his shoulder back, blushing as he swore, “Are you crazy?!”

The cool ointment was squeezed onto the wound. Fu Feng gently massaged it in. As he continued massaging, the action gradually seemed to change. Fu Feng’s hands stopped at Fang Baijing’s waist, pulling him close, and he began kissing him again. He was mindful of Fang Baijing’s injuries and had Fang Baijing sit on top of him. This seemed to make it even harder for Fang Baijing. He sobbed and cursed at Fu Feng, but his arms could only tightly cling to Fu Feng’s neck.

Fang Baijing felt like a sailboat, tossing in the waves. Every rise and fall brought a direct, nerve-hitting sensation of excitement.

He couldn’t remember how many tears he shed, only that he kept biting Fu Feng—sometimes the shoulder, sometimes the neck, sometimes even the chest. He left many teeth marks on Fu Feng’s body.

Fang Baijing’s lips were slightly parted and were finally caught and sucked on by Fu Feng. Fu Feng’s fingers gripped his chin and lifted it slightly. Fang Baijing’s eyes were blurred with tears. He couldn’t see Fu Feng clearly, and this feeling distressed him, as if he had suddenly lost his bearings. In his distraction, Fang Baijing cried even harder.

Fu Feng reached out to wipe his tears clean and asked in a low voice, “Why are you crying so hard?” Without waiting for Fang Baijing’s answer, he asked again, “Yangyang, do you not want to marry me?” (Is that why you’re crying so hard?)