Spoiled - Chapter 38

Author’s Note: It feels like it might, perhaps, be ending soon.

Fang Baijing had never been so proactive. He couldn’t stop feeling embarrassed. As soon as his toes touched the ground, he lowered his head, ready to get off Fu Feng’s lap.

But before his butt was completely off Fu Feng’s thigh, he was pressed back into place by a hand on his shoulder.

Fang Baijing wasn’t sitting steady, so he subconsciously grabbed Fu Feng’s sleeve and asked, “What are you doing?”

Fu Feng first lowered his head and lightly touched his lips. After feeling the softness of Fang Baijing’s mouth, he slowly spoke, “Kiss me again.”

Fang Baijing obediently closed his eyes, but he waited for a while and didn’t feel Fu Feng’s movement. This was different from before.

He opened his eyes, puzzled, and immediately saw Fu Feng’s expression.

Fu Feng had his chin slightly tilted up, his hand was still resting on Fang Baijing’s waist, and his gaze was fixed on Fang Baijing’s already red lips, but he still made no move.

Fang Baijing semi-understood his meaning. After a moment of eye contact, he tentatively leaned in and kissed Fu Feng’s lips. Fu Feng still made no move, but he didn’t stop him either, though his eyes narrowed slightly.

Fang Baijing understood that Fu Feng wanted him to take the initiative. His arm slid down from Fu Feng’s shoulder and finally settled on his chin. Fu Feng hadn’t shaved today, so Fang Baijing felt a faint stubble on his palm.

Fu Feng cooperated with Fang Baijing by tilting his chin up higher.

Fang Baijing’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He held his breath, slowed his movements, and gradually lowered his head.

Under normal circumstances, Fu Feng always took the lead. Fang Baijing’s movements weren’t very skilled, but since they had kissed so many times, he felt he was still quite experienced.

Fang Baijing poked out his tongue and lightly licked Fu Feng’s lips, like a kitten lapping. He felt the arm behind his waist suddenly tighten. Fang Baijing’s movement paused, and his lick turned into a light nibble. He had two small canine teeth, and when he bit Fu Feng’s lips, they always left two tiny marks.

Fang Baijing didn’t close his eyes while kissing. He stared intently at Fu Feng.

Fu Feng was undoubtedly very handsome; otherwise, Fang Baijing wouldn’t willingly be with him. His nose bridge was high, his eyes were deep, and his usual coolness was slowly dissolving, revealing an undisguised possessiveness in his eyes.

He was lost in his thoughts until his lip was bitten in a warning-like manner.

Fang Baijing suddenly snapped back to attention. Fang Baijing used to only have his ears turn red, but now his entire face was flushed, as if he had secretly drunk a lot of wine. Fang Baijing nervously tried to lick his lips, but what his tongue touched was not his own mouth. His tongue and Fu Feng’s became intertwined. As Fang Baijing got into the rhythm, he began to follow his instincts. His hand unconsciously went to the back of Fu Feng’s head, messing up Fu Feng’s meticulously combed hair.

In the end, the initiative was handed back to Fu Feng.

The position on the chair was inconvenient. Fu Feng stood up, lifting Fang Baijing by supporting his thighs.

Fang Baijing was suddenly suspended in the air and instinctively wrapped his legs around Fu Feng’s waist. His head was spinning, and he couldn’t think about much else. Even after his butt settled on the desk, Fang Baijing’s legs just slid down from Fu Feng’s waist, eventually wrapping around his legs like vines, unconsciously rubbing his calves. His chest was heaving, and his body involuntarily leaned back, accidentally knocking several documents off Fu Feng’s desk. Fang Baijing subconsciously glanced down, only to have Fu Feng cup his face and turn him back. Fu Feng only wanted Fang Baijing to see him now.

This kiss lasted longer than the previous one, changing several times, from a deep kiss to light pecks on the lips, yet inexplicably becoming intimate again.

The kiss was interrupted by a knock on the door. Fu Feng didn’t want to stop, but Fang Baijing perked up his ears and started violently pushing his shoulder.

Fu Feng slowly released the hand around Fang Baijing’s waist, but his fingers still stroked Fang Baijing’s hair.

The person outside was definitely Fu Feng’s assistant. Without his permission, the assistant would not enter. Fu Feng raised an eyebrow and said, “Come in.”

The assistant opened the door, and the first thing he saw was Fang Baijing still sitting on the desk. His back was slightly hunched, and his fingers were curled around the edge of the table.

Fu Feng never allowed anyone to touch his desk, but now he was letting Fang Baijing sit on it casually. The assistant didn’t dare to look further and immediately averted his gaze. He keenly noticed the unusual atmosphere and didn’t even walk in, standing at the door with his head lowered.

Fu Feng walked over, took the documents from the assistant’s hand, and closed the door again.

The office blinds were tightly drawn, preventing anyone from seeing the scene inside. As Fu Feng walked back to his spot, he bent down to pick up the documents that had fallen to the floor. They were all important papers, but Fu Feng casually placed them on the desk.

Fang Baijing finally recovered from the intense kiss. He looked up and saw Fu Feng’s face leaning in again. His scalp tingled, and he quickly reached out his hand to block Fu Feng.

“… No more kissing.” Fang Baijing could clearly feel that his lips were numb. He didn’t know how fierce that had been.

Fu Feng suddenly raised his hand, pressing his thumb against Fang Baijing’s upper lip. His expression looked contemplative.

A man cannot say “no,” but Fang Baijing genuinely only wanted to say “no” right now.

His eyelids were twitching. He pushed Fu Feng’s shoulder in protest: “Seriously, no more kissing!”

The air was silent for a long moment. Fang Baijing suddenly jumped off Fu Feng’s desk and ran towards the door.

He had never successfully escaped before, and this time was no different. The moment his feet touched the ground, he was lifted off the floor by an arm around his waist.

“No more kissing.” Fu Feng finally gave him an answer. “Just sit with me for a while.”

Fu Feng sat back in his chair. There was a sofa nearby, but he wouldn’t let Fang Baijing go, insisting on squeezing Fang Baijing onto the swivel chair with him.

Fang Baijing sat between his legs, with Fu Feng’s breathing right next to his ear, feeling completely uncomfortable. His butt shifted restlessly, but after sensing a certain change, he froze, his back rigid, not daring to move.

Fang Baijing asked incredulously, “Fu Feng! Isn’t this perverted?!”

Fu Feng noticed it too. He frowned slightly, but his arm remained securely wrapped around Fang Baijing’s waist. He calmly hummed, not ruffled in the slightest, and even had the composure to ask, “Do you want something to eat? I’ll have the assistant bring you something.”

It was then that Fang Baijing realized that Fu Feng’s skin was as thick as a city wall.

In the end, he successfully broke free from Fu Feng’s embrace, though, in fact, Fu Feng voluntarily let go. He quickly put distance between himself and Fu Feng.

He originally wanted to go straight home, but after hesitating, Fang Baijing lay down on the sofa. He used his down jacket as a blanket and fell asleep as if no one else were there. Fang Baijing rarely slept outside, but perhaps because Fu Feng was there, with the rustling of documents in his ears, Fang Baijing slept peacefully.

His audition passed, and all other matters were handed over to Cai Jie to manage. After waiting for about a week, Fang Baijing received news from Cai Jie that the contract would be signed in a few days.

Fang Baijing had thought the role was securely his, but in the evening, he received another call from Cai Jie.

Cai Jie said angrily, “Baijing! The director seems to be backing out suddenly!”

Fang Baijing had heard of roles being swapped right before filming, but he never thought it would happen to him. He subconsciously asked, “What?”

“He suddenly said he felt you weren’t quite right for the role.” Cai Jie sneered. “But I made some inquiries, and it turns out someone else came in with funding, so the director is planning to replace you.” Cai Jie was being diplomatic. The “funding” she mentioned implied a sugar-daddy was involved. The director didn’t know about the relationship between Fu Feng and Fang Baijing, assuming Fang Baijing was just a small, easily bullied actor.

“The most troublesome thing is that because we thought the role was certain, we released some news early. But now the role has been snatched, and the person who took it is Bo Yu!”

Bo Yu debuted almost at the same time as Fang Baijing. Their career paths were similar, and their ages were comparable, so they were constantly being compared by various marketing accounts.

Fang Baijing hadn’t met Bo Yu more than a few times, but their fans fought fiercely. Cai Jie had also hinted to him that Bo Yu often paid marketing accounts to put him down. Over time, Fang Baijing and Bo Yu never greeted each other when they met.

“No way!” Fang Baijing didn’t want this kind of resentment, but he also refused to tolerate it anymore. “I won’t allow it!”

If it were anyone else, since the contract hadn’t been signed, Fang Baijing might have conceded, but since the person was Bo Yu, Fang Baijing wouldn’t lose to him.

Cai Jie said, “Don’t worry, I’ll try to find a solution.”

“Okay.”

Cai Jie went to look for help, and Fang Baijing couldn’t sit still. He thought about calling his mother to ask if she knew the director, but then realized the time was late, and Fang Mu was probably asleep.

Fang Baijing was so angry that he clenched his fist and punched the bed.

“What’s wrong?” Fu Feng had just stepped out of the bathroom after a shower. He was wearing a black bathrobe. He walked to the bedside and asked, “What’s upsetting you?”

Fang Baijing turned his head. If he wanted to solve this himself, he had ways. Cai Jie had been in the industry for so long and had handled many similar situations. Although Fang Mu had retired from the industry, she still had many connections. Her old best friend was now a pillar in the entertainment industry, and Fang Baijing could affectionately call her ‘Auntie’ when he saw her.

But when Fang Baijing saw Fu Feng, he uncontrollably pounced onto him.

Fu Feng had just showered and still carried a warm dampness. Fang Baijing wrapped his legs around Fu Feng’s waist. Fu Feng’s hand supported his butt as he softly asked again, “What is it?”

“Fu Feng,” Fang Baijing complained tearfully, “Someone is stealing my role!”

Who says I don’t have a sugar-daddy!

And my sugar-daddy isn’t a sugar-daddy; he’s my boyfriend!