Four-Faced Buddha [To My Shore] - Chap 105
Chapter 105 Did you do this back then?!
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Chapter 105 Did you do this back then?!
The roses, though not particularly expensive, were unusually fragrant, strangely harmoniously blending with the rich aroma of curry.
An old house, an old home, a man in the kitchen, rolled-up shirt sleeves, strong forearms and a sharp jaw—You Shulang leaned against the wall, looking at the strangely familiar scene, momentarily lost in thought.
Time seemed to have been neatly edited by the best editor, the everyday life of the world seamlessly connecting with the past. No deception, no harm, no coercion, no confrontation, no two years of separation, no countless sleepless nights.
His young, handsome lover, somewhat clumsily, had prepared a sumptuous dinner, waiting for him to walk through the bustling streets, brush past countless strangers, follow the warm streetlights in the darkness, climb the stairs, push open the door, and embrace him… *
Snap*, the fire went out, the sound of the stove pulling You Shulang back to reality from his wandering thoughts.
The cramped kitchen made Fan Xiao appear even more tall and imposing. After turning off the stove, he leaned on the counter with one hand and turned to meet You Shulang’s gaze.
“I’ve dreamt of this scene,” he said, his voice trailing off as they stood three meters apart in a kitchen and a living room, “you were just standing there watching me cook.”
“And then?” You Shulang asked, leaning against the wall.
“And then…” Fan Xiao suddenly felt a pang of sadness, “Many times, before I could even get close to you, the dream ended.”
“Only once did I succeed, reaching your side and embracing you.”
Fan Xiao left the kitchen, walking step by step toward the man leaning against the wall. His hands were clenched tightly, his lips pressed firmly together, each step cautious, the three-meter distance seeming to have saturated his courage.
In the last few steps, You Shulang stepped forward, his warm hand resting on Fan Xiao’s forearm.
Pulling Fan Xiao into his arms, You Shulang chased away his unease once more, smiling as he asked, “Did we eat together in that dream?”
“No.” Fan Xiao’s lips lightly brushed against You Shulang’s cheek. “In every dream where I can touch you, I seize every moment to make love with you.”
“Fan Xiao, wait a minute.” You Shulang tried to push away the clinging man. “I’ve been doing it a bit too much these past few days, let me catch my breath.”
“Okay, we’ll catch our breath tomorrow.”
Fan Xiao lifted the not-so-light You Shulang up, lifting his feet off the ground and wrapping his legs around his waist.
His lips were just touching the man’s Adam’s apple, where Fan Xiao showered him with passionate kisses, taking steps away from the bedroom and heading into the kitchen instead.
“Fan Xiao, you…”
“In my dream, I fucked you right here.” His low, husky voice dripped with roughness as Fan Xiao placed You Shulang on the kitchen counter.
“Tian Tian…”
“She’s fast asleep.”
The Tom Yum soup in the pot emitted a rich aroma. Fan Xiao pressed down on You Shulang with a passionate kiss: “I won’t let you go hungry, I’ll hurry.”
His shirt was disheveled, the color of his clothes faintly visible. You Shulang leaned back forcefully, his waist and back forming a beautiful arc. Soft strands of hair lightly brushed against the skin under his neck. Fan Xiao buried his face in him, and You Shulang felt the pain of being pulled. He pushed away slightly, but the man was quite cooperative, switching sides and continuing.
Fan Xiao always enjoyed trying new things, and You Shulang was turned around like a cup or plate on the counter.
The front was fine, but the back always made You Shulang feel ashamed. The kitchen counter was high, and various items were arranged in a cluttered way. You Shulang suddenly felt like a vessel, his main purpose being to make Fan Xiao happy. The
tall and long-legged Fan Xiao liked this height, making it even more comfortable and free for his relentless and thorough assault.
The hand gripping the tiles tightened again. You Shulang reminded the man, whose reason had already vanished, “You said you’d be quick, that you wouldn’t let me go hungry.”
Fan Xiao gave a muffled “Mmm,” opened the pot lid beside him, and scooped out a spoonful of soup, just the right temperature to drink.
He held it in his mouth, turned You Shulang’s face to kiss him, and fed him a mouthful of Tom Yum soup, even considerately licking away the broth that dripped from the corner of his lips.
“Is it good?” His fingertips tugged at the soup, and before You Shulang could answer, he leaned down, “It’s my turn to drink.”
…
They didn’t actually eat until midnight.
Fan Xiao felt like a bastard, holding a spoon and feeding You Shulang spoonful by spoonful.
“It’s too late, eat less. I’ll make you something new tomorrow.”
You Shulang relaxed his back against Fan Xiao’s shoulder, eating a bite after a few bites, then shaking his head.
“Your hand needs a dressing change.” You Shulang’s voice was deep, still hoarse. He pulled Fan Xiao’s right hand, untied the knot, and carefully unwrapped the gauze.
As he unwrapped the innermost layer, You Shulang’s movements became as gentle as possible, his voice lowered: “Bai Yupeng was arrested, was that your doing?”
Fan Xiao didn’t want You Shulang involved in Bai Yupeng’s affairs, but seeing him ask, he answered truthfully: “It was me, but there were also people from the Bai family. How did you know Bai Yupeng was arrested so quickly?”
“Xue Baotian told me. He knew about my conflict with Bai Yupeng last time. Now that Bai Yupeng has been arrested, he came to tell me the good news.”
You Shulang dipped a cotton swab in medicine, glancing at Fan Xiao’s clothes: “Haven’t seen you wearing high-end clothes in a long time. You showed up after Bai Yupeng was arrested?”
“Yes, I’ll make him regret his actions… Ouch!”
You Shulang’s hand trembled, the cotton swab landing on the wound with a bit too much pressure.
“Why expose that you did it? Bai Yupeng may not be a big shot, but even a cornered dog will jump over a wall. Once he’s released, he’ll retaliate fiercely.”
“Don’t rush.” Fan Xiao gently rubbed You Shulang’s shoulder with his good hand. “He won’t get out. The amount in his last transaction was too large.”
You Shulang slowly frowned: “Bai Yupeng doesn’t seem like the kind of person who would dare to do that.” The medicine on the cotton swab left a dark red stain on You Shulang’s fingertip. His voice was tight, “Fan Xiao, what did you do?”
Seeing You Shulang’s expression, Fan Xiao hugged him tightly: “I didn’t do anything. I knew Bai Yupeng would sell those things to teenagers. I just told his shady younger brother about it. The last big transaction was facilitated by Bai Si. I don’t know how he did it. He won’t say, and I won’t ask.”
“Is that really all?”
“Really.” Fan Xiao rested his chin on You Shulang’s shoulder. “I’ve just started living a good life, how could I possibly ruin it for that bastard?”
You Shulang sighed softly and picked up the cotton swab again to apply medicine to Fan Xiao.
The two didn’t speak again, the air thick with a subtle, hazy, and sticky love, only the sound of the wind blowing against the window, rustling and accentuating the quiet tenderness.
The next moment, this tranquility was broken by the sudden ringing of the phone.
A soft Thai song entered his ears, and Fan Xiao’s phone screen flashed.
With one arm around You Shulang and the other being comforted by his lover as he changed the dressing, Fan Xiao was unwilling to give up this “enjoyment.”
Feeling that there was nothing more he needed to hide from You Shulang, he put the phone on speakerphone, leaned on his lover’s shoulder, and lazily said “hello.”
Thai came from the other end, and Fan Xiao interrupted: “Speak Mandarin.”
The broken Chinese and stiff tone were synonymous with Fan Xiao’s bald assistant.
His voice was urgent: “President Fan, Xu Zhong is on his way to the airport.”
The eunuch was anxious, but the emperor was unconcerned. Fan Xiao even had the leisure to whisper to You Shulang, “Do you still remember Xu Zhong?”
You Shulang wrapped a bandage around his neck and nodded, “The vice president of Pinfeng Venture Capital, the current head of the company.”
“That’s because I didn’t go back. I have more shares than him, so naturally he would have to step down if I went back.”
“Do you know who he’s going to see on that plane? Another shareholder of Pinfeng Venture Capital. If he acquires the other party’s shares, his shareholding will surpass mine, so even if I go back, I can only let it be.”
“What do you plan to do?” You Shulang asked. Fan
Xiao shrugged, “I haven’t decided yet.”
The assistant on the other end of the phone hurriedly interjected, “Mr. Fan, are the people around you trustworthy now?” Obviously, after two years, he didn’t recognize You Shulang’s voice.
“Of course.” Fan Xiao gazed deeply at his lover.
“Xu Zhong is about to arrive at the airport. How about I bump into him, stage a traffic accident to stall him, like I did three years ago…”
The phone was abruptly hung up! In his panic, the gauze on Fan Xiao’s hand was stretched long, like a noose for hanging himself.
The man held the phone, blood seeping from his newly reopened wound, dripping onto the dark screen.
You Shulang, holding the other end of the gauze, slowly pulled it closer to Fan Xiao’s injured hand until his fingertips touched the warm blood. Only then did he look up and ask, word by word, “So, when I was rear-ended three years ago and injured my arm, you had someone do it?”
Fan Xiao: “…!!!”
