Four-Faced Buddha [To My Shore] - Chap 82
Chapter 82 has decent performance…
2024-10-13 07:32 Category: Four-Faced BuddhaTurn off the lights
You Shulang’s coffee had gone cold, so he asked the waiter to replace it before looking up at Fan Yu.
Fan Er, who claimed to love Chinese culture, was dressed in a bright yellow silk Tang suit, holding a fan in his hand and tapping it on his leg. His medium-length curly hair made him look out of place.
“Second Young Master, what deep-seated grudge do you have against Fan Xiao? Why are you so eager to bring him down?” You Shulang asked.
Fan Ersi slumped back in his chair, legs crossed: “You don’t need to spell it out, Director You. It’s nothing more than a power struggle. We three brothers have three mothers. The eldest brother’s mother is his first wife, the youngest brother’s mother is the old man’s favorite, and only my mother was raised outside. So, among the three sons, I am the least fortunate.”
He lowered the corners of his lips and gave a sarcastic smile: “Even that old fox Xu Zhong doesn’t think I’m good enough for his son-in-law. He only wants the unmarried third son or the divorced eldest son. So if I don’t fight for it, do you think I’ll have a place in this family?”
He leaned forward with a grin and asked, “Director You, Lao San has been working from home for almost a month now, and he brought his work laptop back with him. All you have to do is turn on the laptop, insert the chip I gave you, and enter a simple command, and the data from his laptop will automatically be transferred to me, and everything will be done. But why haven’t I received any data yet?”
The coffee You Shulang ordered was a little bitter, and the taste on his tongue was intertwined with his emotions.
“Why don’t you change the transmission path, Second Young Master, and send those data to me? Then I can file a lawsuit. This way, I can vent my anger and you can stay out of it, avoiding accusations of fratricide. Wouldn’t that be better?”
Fan Er was taken aback, his eyes darting around, and then he burst into laughter: “Third brother really hurt Director You badly. Don’t worry, once I get the evidence, I’ll definitely send you a copy. You can do whatever you want with him.”
You Shulang smiled for the first time that day: “Second Young Master, I guess you want to get the evidence from Fan Xiao’s computer, not just to bring Fan Xiao down, right? Or at least not just to bring Fan Xiao down. Is there something about you hidden in there?”
Fan Yu’s pupils dilated, and the folding fan in his hand was suddenly gripped tightly! But in an instant, the grip loosened, and the folding fan was opened with a whooshing sound: “I have no power or influence in the company, what leverage could I possibly have against me?”
You Shulang smiled slightly and apologized, “Just kidding, Second Young Master, don’t take it to heart.” He added, “I tried, but Fan Xiao’s laptop is password protected. I can’t open the computer or enter any commands, so it seems I can’t help you, Second Young Master.”
Fan Yu raised an eyebrow: “Are you going back on your word?”
“Yes, my abilities are limited, and I’m sorry to disappoint you, Second Young Master.” You Shulang pushed away his coffee, ended the conversation, and got up to leave, but was stopped by Fan Er.
“Director You, don’t be in such a hurry to leave.” He pushed You Shulang’s coffee back to him. “In just two months, you’ve made Fan Xiao suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder three times, almost hitting his head so hard it’s bleeding. Is that still considered limited ability? He only had such a severe stress reaction when he was eighteen and saw the sea again. So, Director You, don’t be modest. Give it another try. Just name your terms and don’t be shy with me.”
Seeing that You Shulang remained silent and unwilling to say more, he clicked his tongue and said, “Fine, I won’t force Director You. But if this path is blocked, there is another way.”
He revealed a sly smile that perfectly suited his appearance, and lowered his voice: “You want to vent your anger, don’t you? Why don’t you come with me? If we’re a couple, Fan Xiao will definitely be furious!” He seemed to have rehearsed it in his mind, and his eyes narrowed into slits as he smiled, “How about this suggestion? It’s a sure kill.”
You Shulang gritted his teeth but laughed: “Fine, as long as Second Young Master is willing to lie down and let me fuck you.”
Fan Yusheng shuddered and stammered, “What I mean is that we… are just pretending, there’s no need for physical contact.”
You Shulang stood up and said finally, “Back then, I only got together with Fan Xiao because I thought he was easy to sleep with. I never expected to provoke a madman. So I advise Second Young Master not to start the game lightly, lest it end up being a complete disaster.”
You Shulang placed two banknotes on the table, pushed open the door of the coffee shop, and walked out.
Fan Yu’s smile faded. After a while, he picked up his phone, which had been lying on the table, and unlocked the screen to see the recording time steadily increasing.
Dragging the timeline to the middle, Fan Yu listened for a while and muttered to himself, “Damn it, that guy surnamed You actually tricked me. This guy is really hard to deal with!”
Then I went back to the end and listened to You Shulang’s last words: When I got together with Fan Xiao, I just thought he was easy to sleep with, but I never expected to get involved with a madman.
Fan Yu raised his eyebrows, and a slight smile finally appeared on his face.
He pulled out his contacts and dialed a number. As soon as the call connected, a forced smile spread across his face, and he said in a friendly tone, “Third brother, what are you busy with? Nothing, nothing, the accounts are fine, your accounts are spotless. Even if they weren’t, your second brother would cover for you. By the way, who did I just run into? Director You! Oh dear, as your older brother, I know I shouldn’t get involved in your private affairs, but what he said was really rude. I happened to be recording something—you know I’m learning Peking Opera now, so I always record myself. By sheer coincidence, I recorded what he said. Or I can send it to you, you can listen to it yourself, it’s really outrageous…”
After hanging up the phone, Fan Yu sent a text message to Fan Xiao. With a swish, a folding fan opened, and the man, his face grim, lightly waved it: “Fan Xiao, you love-struck fool, if you bang your head against a wall again, are you going to kill yourself?!”
For several days in a row, Fan Xiao was in low spirits. He worked in silence, cooked in silence, and added dishes and soup for You Shulang in silence, unlike in the past when he would rack his brains to find a topic to talk about.
Night fell. There was a knock on the guest room door, but naturally no one answered.
Fan Xiao gently pushed open the door, not entering without permission. Looking at the man who had just emerged from the darkness, he said, “Shulang, can you do me a favor? Can you help me see which of these two similar drugs has more market potential?”
You Shulang glanced at the laptop tucked under his arm: “You’re an expert in this field, why ask me?”
“I only know sales; everything else is just a superficial understanding. These two medicines I have are based on the same formula, but one uses authentic local herbs while the other uses herbs from the north, resulting in a significant price difference. I’m a bit unsure about which to choose, so I’d like to ask for your advice.”
You Shulang hesitated for a moment before saying, “Can’t we ask President Fan to leave without seeing it?” His tone was sparse and indifferent. “Then bring it here.”
Fan Xiao entered the login password in front of You Shulang and brought up a document.
“All the information is here.”
You Shulang hummed in agreement and began browsing the documents. As he read, he picked up the water glass beside him, only to find it was empty when he brought it to his lips.
Fan Xiao stood up: “I’ll go get you some water.”
“Is there any pomegranate juice left from yesterday?” You Shulang’s eyes remained glued to the screen.
“And there are pomegranates, I’ll go and juice them for you.”
Fan Xiao left with his water glass. You Shulang slowly raised his eyes to watch his retreating figure, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions. Only after the figure disappeared from sight did he open the drawer beside him, take out the chip with Qin Zhiyang’s modified program, insert it into the computer’s card slot, and enter the commands on the pop-up page.
The data copying started, and the progress bar jumped from zero to one, then to ten.
As You Shulang watched the numbers increase and the progress bar fill up, his eyes slowly welled up with tears.
Fan Xiao brought in the pomegranate juice just as the progress bar reached its maximum. You Shulang reopened the abbreviated document and took the pomegranate juice at almost the same moment.
“Although the price of authentic medicinal herbs has been high in recent years due to their good quality, the price they quote you is also inflated. To determine exactly how much higher it is, you need to check the historical price trends of medicinal herbs and this year’s planting yield for a comprehensive assessment.”
After finishing his analysis, You Shulang took a sip of pomegranate juice. His phone, which he had been keeping by his side, flashed, indicating that he had received a very large email.
He put down the pomegranate juice, blocking the text on his phone, and said coldly, “Is there anything else, Mr. Fan? If not, I’m going to sleep.”
Fan Xiao put away his laptop and placed his hand on You Shulang’s shoulder: “Shulang, how about tonight…?”
“Has President Fan always done whatever he wanted, and when has he ever cared about other people’s wishes?”
Fan Xiao said softly, “I don’t want to force you.”
You Shulang curled his lips in disdain: “Fan Xiao, you have the ability to make a mess of my life, but it will take some effort to imprison me. Do you know why I didn’t force my way out? Because since I can’t get rid of you, you’re left with only one function: a massage bang with decent performance.”
The whole world seemed to suddenly disappear, and all Fan Xiao could hear were two intertwined, disdainful voices.
“Back then, I only got together with Fan Xiao because I thought he was easy to sleep with. I never expected to get involved with a madman.”
“You’re left with only one function: a massage stick with decent performance.”
As You Shulang watched Fan Xiao’s eyes gradually lose their luster, even seeming to be veiled by a layer of mist, he heard him say in a hoarse voice, “As long as it’s of even the slightest use to you, I’ll be content.”
He got up and began to unbutton his shirt.
Fan Xiao once took off his clothes in front of You Shulang, his dark, gleaming eyes filled with a lewd and predatory light.
Now he is mechanical and stiff, and with a tug of his fingers, his clothes fall open, revealing his lean and strong body.
Fan Xiao hugged You Shulang tightly, lowered his head to kiss him, but the person in his arms turned his head away. So the kiss landed on his cheek and neck, tracing a delicate path along the fragile veins.
You Shulang endured Fan Xiao’s silent heat, his anger burning with pain.
One moment his mind was filled with the image of Fan Xiao calling him Director You and whispering sweet nothings, and the next he was filled with the image of Fan Xiao deceiving and coercing him one after another.
The more I think about it, the angrier I get!
How could someone offer him both candy and a dagger at the same time? Why would it be the same person who brought him the most thrill and pleasure, and also the one who caused him humiliation and pain?!
You Shulang suddenly flipped over, pinning Fan Xiao beneath him and forcefully choking him.
He looked down at him, his tone calm, his gaze sharp and cold: “I should really kill you!”
Faced with forceful restraint and bloodshot eyes, Fan Xiao offered no resistance. His hand remained on You Shulang’s waist, his thumb even gently rubbing against it.
“Don’t get your hands stained with blood for my sake, it’s not worth it.” He gazed deeply at his beloved, “Things will turn out as you wish, it won’t be long.”
You Shulang paused, then said calmly, “What do you mean?”
Fan Xiao’s gaze was deep and dreamy, filled with the same lingering affection as before.
Ignoring the fact that You Shulang’s hand was still choking him, Fan Xiao propped himself up and kissed his lips.
You Shulang instinctively pushed him away, gripping his trachea tightly with his hand. Seeing Fan Xiao’s face gradually turn pale, he pushed him away again and raised his hand to slap him hard across the face…
