Four-Faced Buddha [To My Shore] - Chap 57
Chapter 57: Let’s uncover another piece?
2024-10-13 07:24 Category: Four-Faced BuddhaTurn off the lights
When You Shulang met Xue Baotian, he was squatting in front of the hospital smoking.
Her expensive suit was wrinkled beyond recognition, and her face was sallow, as if she had been staying up all night.
“Is Vice President Xue ill?” You Shulang asked politely, as he needed something from him.
That day, Xue Baotian bit Zhang Chi’s tongue, and although he vented his anger, he was also nearly beaten to death. Afterwards, he prayed to seven or eight Buddhas and donated tens of thousands of yuan for incense, hoping that he would never see Zhang Chi again until he died.
However, as soon as he turned around, someone came knocking on his door. Zhang Chi’s cousin, who had been verbally abused by Xue Baotian, led a group of men to block him in the alley. Without saying a word, he only glanced at Xue Baotian a few times, which made Xue Baotian’s legs tremble like leaves.
In the end, Zhang Chi stepped in and saved him. The man’s tongue was still too swollen to speak, so his cousin took the lead and set the “three good” principles for Xue Baotian.
Until Zhang Chi recovers from his illness, I will accompany him, take good care of him, and serve him well.
Xue Baotian swallowed the profanity and secretly vowed never to worship Buddha again.
Today, he accompanied Zhang Chi to the hospital for a follow-up examination. He was full of frustration and had nowhere to vent, when You Shulang happened to come to his door.
He held a cigarette in his mouth, didn’t get up, and said sarcastically, “Oh, isn’t this Director You? Why aren’t you fawning over Fan Xiao? What are you doing here?”
You Shulang was naturally not angered by a few words. He squatted down and said, “Come and apologize to Vice President Xue.”
“No way!” Xue Baotian scoffed. “I can’t take that responsibility.”
After being choked, You Shulang remained silent, simply sitting down on the steps next to Xue Baotian, taking out a cigarette and slowly rubbing it in his hand.
He was good at dealing with people and knew that someone like Xue Baotian would become increasingly arrogant the more you treated him well, not only putting on airs but also taking advantage of you. Conversely, if you ignored him and let his temper flare, he would eventually break down.
Sure enough, Xue Baotian took a couple of puffs of his cigarette and started baring his teeth: “Hey, you surnamed You, you went to great lengths to save a prostitute, so why did you just turn your back on me and not care whether I live or die? Don’t you think my wealth is worth saving?”
“A prostitute?” You Shulang accurately caught a word that surprised him. “What prostitute?”
Cough cough~ Xue Baotian choked on a puff of smoke, coughing until his face turned red and his neck bulged. He thought of the same pungent smell that lingered in the private room of the bar that night.
That night, he deliberately tried to please Fan Xiao, and when Shi Lihua suggested that he should play a trick on You Shulang, he, who loved this kind of game, was naturally willing to cooperate.
What rich young master doesn’t have some perverted hobbies? He only thought of You Shulang as a clown to amuse Fan Xiao when he was bored.
Unexpectedly, when he saw Fan Xiao again, she was always clinging to You Shulang’s side, treating him like a Bodhisattva, without the slightest mistake. He was also puzzled and confused, but his life was full of pleasure and he didn’t have much time to think about these things.
Looking back now, it does seem a bit strange.
Because of the parking lot incident, he hated Fan Xiao and You Shulang for not helping him when he was in trouble. Not only did it cause him pain in his buttocks for several days, but now he was also forced to accompany Zhang Chi to change his dressings and serve him hand and foot.
Fan Xiao is ruthless, so don’t blame him for being unjust. Xue Baotian wants to expose Fan Xiao’s past! He’ll make things impossible for the two of them!
Fart? Butt?
Xue Baotian had been raped several times, and it was as if his Ren and Du meridians had been opened up. Instantly, he had thoughts that he would never have had before.
“Did Fan Xiao fuck your ass?” he asked, craning his neck.
Cough cough! This time it was You Shulang’s turn to choke on the smoke. He took off his cigarette, his surprised expression quickly concealing itself, though a hint of red appeared on the tips of his ears.
His expression in an instant revealed everything. Xue Baotian exclaimed in surprise, “Damn, I guessed it! No wonder Fan Xiao has changed.”
He ignored You Shulang’s slightly furrowed brows and looked the tall, handsome man beside him up and down: “Even someone like you gets overpowered?” He seemed to have found a bit of peace of mind. “Looks like it’s not because I’m bad.”
After forcefully stubbing out his cigarette butt on the ground, Xue Baotian suddenly put his arm around You Shulang’s shoulder, as if he had found a fellow sufferer, and said with a sense of kinship, “Director You, why are there so many messed-up things in the world? Damn it, I’m almost depressed! You know, I’ve been feeling really down lately. What about you? Do you have any problems like that?”
“What?” Even with his exceptional comprehension, You Shulang didn’t understand what Xue Baotian was saying.
A gust of cold wind blew, and Xue Baotian realized that he had almost revealed that shameful “dirty secret.” He quickly shook his head and changed the subject: “You wanted to talk to me about Bohai’s medicines?”
You Shulang was somewhat confused by his rambling, so he had no choice but to continue, “Yes, I wanted to talk to Vice President Xue about the disposal of those medicines.”
Xue Baotian had clearly already included You Shulang in his camp. With a wave of his hand, he said generously, “It’s nothing serious, just a formality. Have someone send the medicine back, put it back on the shelves, and promote it. If you need anything in the future, just come to me.”
Xue Baotian’s attitude changed drastically before and after, and the matter was resolved so smoothly that even the experienced You Shulang was momentarily at a loss for words. He casually brushed the arm off his shoulder to express his gratitude.
“And…you…Fan Xiao…” Xue Baotian stammered. He wanted to remind You Shulang that Fan Xiao was a scoundrel, but he was also afraid that his international business would fall through.
Swallowing back the words that were about to spill from his mouth, he gritted his teeth: “Car, money, house, I’ll take what I’m owed, anyway, Fan Xiao has money.” Then he thought again, even though You Shulang was being oppressed, he could still squeeze some money out of him, while his own son was a damn poor wretch!
Suddenly someone shouted, and Xue Baotian trembled. You Shulang looked in the direction of the voice and saw the man who had kidnapped Xue Baotian in the parking lot that day. Standing next to him was an even more burly man with a fierce look on his face. The shout came from him.
Xue Baotian cursed under his breath, but had no choice but to get up and go to greet him. Before leaving, he patted You Shulang heavily on the shoulder a few times: “I’m leaving, you… take care.”
“Vice President Xue,” You Shulang suddenly called out to him, “what did you mean by ‘hostess’ just now?”
Xue Baotian paused for a moment, then clicked his tongue against his teeth and said, “What hostess? You must have misheard.” With the man behind him urging him on again, he added, “Anyway, you’d better be careful.”
In this place of revelry and debauchery, the sound waves rise and fall, stirring the blood in people’s veins and their restless hearts.
Today, Sister Hua received a strange guest, a clean-cut and handsome man who booked a room by himself.
The music in the private room was changed to a soothing serenade, which made Sister Hua, who was used to pulse vibration, feel a little uncomfortable.
Before she could speak, the man’s phone rang. He gestured for her to turn off the music, then smiled apologetically and whispered, “Sorry.”
Her heart skipped a beat; Sister Hua felt a jolt. Having worked as a brothel madam for so many years, she had seen all sorts of depravity, and few men could catch her eye anymore. But this man, with his clean-cut demeanor, respectful manners, and impeccable bearing, stirred something within her aged and parched heart.
The man answered the phone, his voice gentle: “Yes, I have to work overtime today, so I’ll be a little late. You eat first, don’t wait for me.”
Sister Hua’s smile slowly faded, and she scoffed inwardly. Sure enough, no man is any good; this one is also a liar who cheats on his wife.
Her heart, once again dry, forced a professional smile and asked the man who had already hung up the phone, “Sir, what kind do you like? I’ll call the girls over, and you can choose.”
“Call all the girls who look innocent, like recent college graduates, to come and take a look,” You Shulang said slowly.
