Four-Faced Buddha [To My Shore] - Chap 28
Chapter 28 Director You, can I have a cigarette?
2024-10-13 07:15 Category: Four-Faced BuddhaTurn off the lights
A punch was thrown down, and a ghostly howl suddenly rose up.
“Damn it! Fan Xiao, you fucking…you’re really beating me up.”
Bai Sanmiao’s mouth was covered by a hand, and the rest of his words were only sobs. Fan Xiao, who had pressed him into the corner, said in a low voice with full apology, “It’s all part of the charade, thank you for your hard work, Third Young Master.”
“Let go! I fucking quit!” Bai Sanmiao, delicate and fragile, was already seeing stars after taking a punch. He shook his head, trying to break free from Fan Xiao’s huge hand. “I’m not giving face to anyone anymore. I’ll expose you all when we get out of here!”
Fan Xiao wasn’t in a hurry. With one hand holding down the struggling man, he took out his phone and turned on the screen. In the flash of light, there was a full-body photo of a sexy woman.
The photo was shoved in front of Bai Sanmiao, and Fan Xiao said slowly, “Third Young Master, a small act of impatience can ruin a great plan. You don’t want Ann anymore?”
The voluptuous woman in the photo is named Ann, a famous actress in Southeast Asia. Many wealthy men would spend a fortune to have a one-night stand with her. For a rich second-generation like Bai Sanmiao to have such thoughts is to slap himself in the face.
“You can really help me get in touch with her?” Bai Sanmiao’s struggles subsided, his face contorted from Fan Xiao’s grip. “Sleep with me for one night?”
“She’ll have a drink with you. As for whether she wants to sleep with you, that depends on your skills, Third Young Master.”
Bai Sanmiao’s eyes lingered on the phone, the superior curves in the photo making his blood boil. His anger and rage vanished like filth flushed down the toilet.
He closed his eyes as if bravely facing his execution, uttering the bold words: “Come on, beat me up.”
The moment the man’s eyelids closed, the apology on Fan Xiao’s face was replaced by disgust. His cold, dark eyes narrowed, his gaze both casual and chilling.
“Third Young Master, then I’ll just use the exposed skin. It’ll be more effective, and you’ll suffer less.”
“Excuse me.” The man’s eye muscles tightened, and he threw a heavy punch at Bai Sanmiao’s cheek.
A howl powerful enough to pierce through reinforced concrete suddenly rang out…
The sound of fists hitting flesh mingled with distorted cries of pain as Bai Sanmiao crouched in the corner of the bathroom, burying his head in his crotch.
“Fan Xiao, President Fan, Father Fan, that’s enough. Didn’t you say it would only be ten minutes? I feel like I’ve been beaten my whole life. If you keep hitting me, I’m going to meet the King of Hell.”
Fan Xiao grabbed Bai Sanmiao by the neck, slammed him against the wall, his gaze, fueled by surging hormones, sharp and cold like that of a hawk eyeing its prey.
“Third Young Master,” he tightened his grip on the man’s collar, a faint, silent smile playing on his lips, “remember to call out louder later.”
“What are you trying to do?” Bai Sanmiao, whose face was already swollen like a pig’s head, trembled all over, his tongue tied in knots, and he could barely speak. “Didn’t you say… it was just an act? I advise you to wake up. Our Bai family… the Bai family isn’t to be trifled with…”
“Shh…” Fan Xiao put a single finger to his lips, his narrowed eyes revealing a dangerous aura, and his expression became both mad and insane.
His smile widened: “Just call out to me.”
He came quickly and left even faster. His smile vanished, and Fan Xiao went from mad to ferocious, raising his fist to smash towards Bai Sanmiao!
“What the hell! Are you crazy?!…Holy crap!”
A scream filled the air, and Bai Sanmiao collapsed to the ground, covering his head with his arms. He almost shrank into a corner, curling his body into a trembling ball.
However, the expected pain did not come. After a long wait, he slowly poked his head out of the ball.
The first thing that caught his eye was a clenched fist hanging by Fan Xiao’s side. The fist was swollen and bruised, and the thin skin and flesh revealed a horrifying wound, from which blood was slowly seeping out.
Bai was startled and looked up at the wall above him. The bloodstains on the white tiles were clearly visible.
“What…what are you doing?” the curled-up man asked tremblingly.
Fan Xiao slowly squatted down, reaching the same height as Bai Sanmiao. He used his uninjured hand to take out a cigarette, tossed it into his mouth, and smiled slightly, almost wickedly.
He raised his injured hand, examined it closely, and said softly, “Do you think he’ll feel sorry for me?”
“…”
“What do you think I should ask him for this time? The Third Young Master is a womanizer, can you give me some advice?”
The dazzling incandescent light poured down from above, making the man’s madness appear even more pronounced. His lips and eyes curved into a smile, devoid of any warmth; the smile was like the light reflecting off a poisoned blade, gleaming yet utterly sinister.
“You can mess with anyone, just don’t mess with Fan Xiao. He can laugh himself to death.”
Shi Lihua’s broken Chinese echoed in Bai Sanmiao’s mind again. He flinched and put a checkmark after the sentence.
At this moment, Bai Sanmiao really didn’t want to get entangled with Fan Xiao, so he quickly shook his head and gave the answer: “I don’t know.”
Fan Xiao clicked his tongue lightly, looking regretful. He patted the huddled man on the shoulder and said a curt thank you.
“Thank you for your hard work, Third Young Master.” He stood up, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and glanced at his watch, a hint of arrogance playing on his lips. “It’s only been ten minutes.”
As Fan Xiao turned and walked away, Bai Sanmiao shivered, feeling a pang of sympathy for You Shulang for the first time…
The bathroom door was pushed open, and Fan Xiao and You Shulang’s eyes met.
The tall man who walked slowly had his shirt buttons undone and his hair loose in front of his forehead, giving him a somewhat casual and roguish look that made him even more handsome.
With a cigarette dangling from his lips, he approached You Shulang, leaned slightly forward, and said with a smile, “Director You, would you like me a cigarette?”
Fan Xiao’s expression was quite irritating, and You Shulang also had a slight smile on his face. He shook his head helplessly, picked up a lighter from the table, pressed it, and sent a flame over.
Fan Xiao’s cheeks tightened, and he took a deep drag from the lit tobacco, squeezing out all the pleasure from it, before slowly exhaling white smoke.
He picked up You Shulang’s cup, drank the wine in one gulp, picked up his coat, and draped it over his arm: “Let’s go.”
“Wait a minute!” You Shulang grabbed the man’s wrist, his grip tightening as he asked, “What happened to your hand?”
With his injured hand gently freeing itself from its restraints, Fan Xiao grabbed You Shulang’s shoulder with his other hand and led him toward the door, saying nonchalantly as they walked, “It’s nothing. I bumped into the wall without noticing when I was beating that bastard. It’s nothing serious, it doesn’t hurt.”
You Shulang’s brow furrowed even deeper. He glanced at the exposed flesh and bone of his fist and made a decisive decision: “Go to the hospital to get it checked out.”
As he was leaving, he glanced at the bathroom; the door was half-open, and he could see half of Bai Sanmiao’s body.
His head was bruised and purple, and the man sitting on the ground was actually looking at him.
But… what was in their distant gazes… pity?
As he moved, the battered half of his body gradually disappeared from sight. You Shulang lowered his eyelids, concealing the look of doubt in his eyes.
