Spoiled - Chapter 9

Fang Baijing lightly ground his teeth—he knew there had to be something fishy about Fu Feng insisting on taking him to that charity banquet.

But it was a good thing his refusal was clear back then; he absolutely refused to go inside.

In the end, Fu Feng just indulged him and dropped him off at a nearby coffee shop. Before leaving, Fu Feng reminded Fang Baijing several times, “Don’t wander off.”

Perhaps it was because Fang Baijing had been harshly disciplined in the days prior, but today, he genuinely sat quietly in the chair until Fu Feng returned.

Fu Feng’s brooch, with its silver chain, dangled. Fang Baijing grew impatient, reached out, and tugged on the chain, swinging it as he said, “You made me wait a long time.”

“Bought something,” Fu Feng said, taking the opportunity to lower his head and kiss him. “And chatted with someone for a bit.”

Back then, Fang Baijing wasn’t the least bit curious about what Fu Feng bought, nor did he care who Fu Feng talked to.

It was only now—that he finally had a sudden realization!

Fang Baijing thought, gritting his teeth, that one day Fu Feng would sell him, and he would still have to help count the money.

He stood beside Fu Feng, stewing in his own anger, while Fu Feng started exchanging pleasantries with Fang Shiyu.

“Does CEO Fu know our Yangyang?” Fang Shiyu laughed heartily, then tapped Fang Baijing on the head and asked curiously, “What do you have to talk about with this brat?”

Fang Baijing’s mind was a mess, and he had inexplicably been hit. He didn’t dare get angry at his grandpa, so he secretly added another tally mark against Fu Feng.

Fu Feng’s next sentence made him even more frantic. He said something intimate with a tone of polite distance—”We have plenty to talk about.”

Fang Baijing instinctively swallowed, and goosebumps rose all over his arms.

The hell, what do he and Fu Feng have to talk about? Why doesn’t he know about it?

To prevent Fu Feng from saying anything more shocking, Fang Baijing made an immediate decision, ditched Fu Feng, and helped Fang Shiyu toward the house entrance.

His action was very impolite. Before Fang Shiyu could scold him, Fang Baijing pitifully played the good grandson: “Grandpa, I’m going to leave now with… with Fu Feng.” The name Fu Feng might have been a bit hot to pronounce; Fang Baijing felt awkward just saying it. “I put the Traditional Chinese Medicine in the kitchen to boil; please remember to drink it! I’ve known him… known him for a while. He’s my good friend.” Fang Baijing didn’t even believe these words himself, but he had to power through. “He and I have something else to do, so we’re leaving first. Grandpa, take care of yourself. I’ll come see you in a few days.”

After all, he was the child Fang Shiyu raised, and Fang Baijing’s current personality was partially Fang Shiyu’s doing.

Once he played the good kid, Fang Shiyu couldn’t bear to scold him.

Fang Shiyu had a slight headache, his tone carrying a touch of frustrated disappointment: “Next time, bring him over to play properly. He bought my painting last time, ask him if he likes it. If he does, bring him another one when you come back in a few days.”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh.” Fang Baijing nodded very quickly, his inner abacus clacking away loudly. Afraid that Fang Shiyu would ask more questions he couldn’t answer, he quickly waved and ran off.

Fang Baijing ran quickly, the airflow tousling the stray hairs on his forehead.

By the time Fang Baijing reached Fu Feng, taking advantage of the fact that Fang Shiyu couldn’t see his expression, the corners of Fang Baijing’s mouth dropped mercilessly.

He never showed Fu Feng a pleasant face, still looking like someone who was owed five million yuan.

Fang Baijing tugged at the corner of his mouth: “Let’s go.”

Fu Feng didn’t say anything, even politely bidding farewell to Old Master Fang before walking with Fang Baijing to where the car was parked.

Walking behind the fuming Fang Baijing, he suddenly said, “You’re very obedient in front of your grandpa.”

Fang Baijing looked at Fu Feng with a look of horror. Because he had suffered too many losses from him, Fang Baijing was always very cautious around Fu Feng, instinctively tensing up and asking, “What do you want?”

“Nothing,” Fu Feng said, looking at him. He held out his hand to Fang Baijing: “Car key.”

Fang Baijing glanced around. He didn’t see the Maybach Fu Feng usually rode in. He asked, “Where’s Uncle Wang?”

“I told him to leave,” Fu Feng explained. “Give me the car key, and I’ll drive back.”

Fang Baijing just loved to do the opposite of what Fu Feng wanted. Without a second thought, he clutched the key in his pocket: “No. This is my car. You walk back yourself.”

Fu Feng’s hand remained outstretched in front of Fang Baijing. He said unhurriedly, “It’s my car.”

Fang Baijing was so embarrassed he became angry. He pulled out the key and tossed it into Fu Feng’s hand: “Fine, you drive. I’ll walk back!”

He acted on his word, swinging his arms widely as he walked forward.

Before he could walk ten meters, Fu Feng grabbed him and pulled him back.

Fang Baijing violently shook off Fu Feng’s hand, stubbornly continuing to walk forward. This time, he didn’t even make it five meters before Fu Feng simply hoisted him up.

Yes, hoisted.

Fang Baijing was humiliatingly carried on Fu Feng’s shoulder, head down, causing the blood to rush straight to his forehead.

His face was scarlet. He desperately twisted his body and struggled, cursing loudly: “Fu Feng!! Are you sick!! Put me—”

Mid-curse, Fang Baijing fell silent, like a sharp whistle whose mouth was suddenly covered.

Because Fu Feng slapped his butt, neither lightly nor heavily!

The slap wasn’t hard, but Fang Baijing felt it was a humiliation. This wasn’t the first time Fu Feng had spanked him.

Fu Feng never hit him; he would only punish him using this method reserved for children.

This time, Fang Baijing was truly enraged. After a few seconds of silence, he erupted like a volcano that had been quiet for over a decade, suddenly exploding overnight.

Biting, gnawing, kicking.

Fang Baijing used every part of his body he could. Unlike his frantic and collapsing state, Fu Feng remained exceptionally calm.

His clothes were already wrinkled from Fang Baijing’s clawing, and there were teeth marks on his ear from Fang Baijing’s uncontrollable biting.

Fu Feng casually slapped Fang Baijing’s butt again. Due to the awkward position, he couldn’t put much force into it, but this strike was noticeably crisper than the last.

His hand wasn’t gentle.

Fang Baijing was stunned for a few seconds.

Fortunately, they had reached the car. Fu Feng unlocked the door, shoved Fang Baijing inside, and then conveniently buckled his seatbelt.

He still had the capacity to lecture Fang Baijing: “Stop making a scene.”

Fang Baijing’s voice was genuinely murderous: “What the hell am I making a scene about!”

“Mm, you’re not making a scene,” Fu Feng agreed with him. “You’re being very obedient.”

“Where the hell am I being obedient?”

Fu Feng’s movements paused, and he looked at him with a puzzled expression.

He didn’t speak, but Fang Baijing inexplicably discerned his thought from Fu Feng’s eyes—What exactly do you want me to say?

Fang Baijing turned his face away, closing his eyes to cleanse his mind. With an unnatural blush on his face, he cursed: “What the hell do you know!”

Fu Feng didn’t understand, but Fu Feng was a qualified driver.

His driving skills were much better than Fang Baijing’s, with a smooth speed throughout, without a hint of turbulence.

Fang Baijing closed his eyes, and kept closing them, eventually falling asleep next to Fu Feng.

He had a nightmare.

The incident that the nightmare dredged up was something he would never forget in his life—his first experience of being spanked by Fu Feng.

Fang Baijing was traumatized after the first time he slept with Fu Feng. Fu Feng seemed to have noticed and took care of his emotions by letting him recuperate for a week.

Until one day, Fang Baijing saw Fu Feng emerge from the bathroom wearing only a bathrobe, and he felt utterly uneasy.

Fu Feng’s bathrobe was worn properly, even exuding a distinct kind of sexiness, but no matter how sexy he was—he was still a man, a man who was rock-solid all over and had two more abs than he did.

Fang Baijing, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, panicked and shrank further inward. He instinctively tightened his collar and questioned with false bravery: “Can you at least wear clothes properly?”

The love bites on his neck hadn’t faded yet. His first experience could only be described as exceptionally intense.

Fu Feng said nothing but suddenly began untying the sash of his bathrobe. He advanced calmly toward Fang Baijing, step by step.

Fang Baijing had nowhere to retreat. The alarm bells in his heart blared.

His ankle was grabbed and forcefully pulled down. Fang Baijing couldn’t defend himself and collapsed onto the bed with a “Bang—.”

“Get lost!” Fang Baijing kicked his legs randomly, like a rabbit desperately struggling under a chopping board, but in reality, his efforts were futile. He couldn’t land a single kick on Fu Feng.

He grew desperate, feeling Fu Feng’s breath approaching little by little, the distance between them growing closer and closer.

“Slap—”

In his panic, Fang Baijing actually slapped Fu Feng’s face. The force of the strike was genuinely heavy, and Fu Feng’s face was knocked sideways slightly.

Fu Feng had probably never been hit in the face before. He was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand to touch his cheek.

“I don’t like men!” In his terror, Fang Baijing seemed to have hit a switch, suddenly becoming hysterical: “And I especially don’t like you!”

His voice was like the final note in a passionate piece of music.

The next moment, he was pressed down onto Fu Feng’s lap.

Fu Feng didn’t move at first, seemingly hesitating whether to strike. Fang Baijing even heard Fu Feng’s slightly heavy breathing.

Amidst Fang Baijing’s defiant struggles, Fu Feng finally brought a palm down onto his butt, without much mercy.

Fang Baijing looked up in disbelief: “You spanked my butt?”

His parents had never spanked him since he was a child, at most just scolding him or making him stand in the corner.

Fang Baijing never imagined that the first time he was spanked would be by a man only a few years older than him.

Fu Feng actually answered him: “Mm-hm.”

“Are you sick!?”

“Slap—” The response was another palm strike.

This time, Fang Baijing gasped in pain, and a few physiological tears were secreted from the corners of his eyes. He was going crazy, not just from the physical pain, but also the psychological humiliation.

Fang Baijing cursed every foul word he knew. For every curse, Fu Feng would strike once.

By the end, Fang Baijing’s butt was burning hot with pain.

He couldn’t hold it in anymore. Ignoring all adult dignity, he cried fiercely, but stubbornly refused to apologize.

It was still Fu Feng who coaxed him. While applying medicine to Fang Baijing, Fu Feng took a few light, ineffective punches.

Fu Feng’s fingers wiped away the slight redness around Fang Baijing’s eyes. He whispered, “Don’t say things like that in the future. I don’t like hearing it.”

Fang Baijing clearly hadn’t listened and still couldn’t control his mouth, but Fu Feng never raised his hand again. Specifically, Fu Feng changed his method of disciplining him.

“Fu Feng.” Fang Baijing called out half-asleep against the glass window.

Fu Feng instinctively glanced at him.

Fang Baijing, in his sleep, pouted. He was truly muddled from sleep, and for once, he complained in a tone of petulance: “My butt hurts.”

Fu Feng paused, and the corners of his lips curved up subtly.