He said something to Secretary Zhou, then hung up the phone and strode towards Su Huaiming.
Su Huaiming sat on a wooden chair, small in stature, looking down at the ground. For some reason, he had taken off his mask, revealing his fair and clear skin, which was extremely conspicuous in the darkness.
Fu Jingfan stood in front of Su Huaiming, blocking him with his body, and lowered his eyes to remind him, "Put on your mask."
Upon hearing Fu Jingfan's voice, Su Huaiming slowly raised his head, his gaze wandering aimlessly before finally settling on Fu Jingfan's face.
Su Huaiming's expression was somewhat confused. After a full half minute, he seemed to recognize Fu Jingfan and opened his mouth to call out to him.
Fu Jingfan keenly sensed that Su Huaiming was acting strangely. Glancing at the bottle beside him out of the corner of his eye, a thought popped into his mind, "Are you...?"
Before he could finish speaking, Su Huaiming suddenly sniffed, his eyes welled up with tears, and his eyes reddened, revealing a wronged expression. "Do you think I'm ashamed to be seen by others?"
These words were so abrupt that Fu Jingfan was taken aback. He subconsciously explained, "No, people will recognize you if you don't wear a mask."
Upon hearing this, Su Huaiming's eyes widened, his eyes grew increasingly red, and tears streamed down his face.
Fu Jingfan was caught off guard by the scalding tear. The usually composed man was now completely flustered and his mind went blank.
Su Huaiming stood up unsteadily, his face wet with tears, looking utterly pitiful. "You scoundrel, you just don't want to introduce me to anyone else!"
Su Huaiming pointed his finger at Fu Jingfan's chest, his voice trembling with rage as he accused him, "I sleep with you every day, and this is how you treat me? Tell me the truth, do you really like me?"
Chapter 64
Given his relationship with Su Huaiming, Fu Jingfan knew very well that there was only one answer, but when it came time to answer, he hesitated and couldn't bring himself to say it.
Fu Jingfan hesitated for only two seconds, but Su Huaiming had already imagined the whole scenario. "That scoundrel has fallen in love with someone else, has other little vixens outside, and won't let him see outsiders. He just despises his wife who has stood by him through thick and thin, and is about to divorce him."
Su Huaiming pursed his lips, his sorrow overflowing, and he burst into tears.
Seeing this, Fu Jingfan felt helpless for the first time in his life. His movements were no longer as graceful as before. He hurriedly took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wanting to wipe Su Huaiming's tears, but his hand froze in mid-air, not daring to touch Su Huaiming.
Su Huaiming's crying wasn't like an adult's breakdown or grief; it was like a child's cry. He tilted his head back, closed his eyes tightly, and tears streamed down his face, making his whole face wet. He was wailing loudly.
Seeing Su Huaiming like this, Fu Jingfan didn't know what to do with him and subconsciously said, "Don't cry, it's all my fault, please don't cry, okay?"
Su Huaiming, lost in grief, only vaguely heard a few words. He squinted open his eyes, his gaze red-rimmed, and glared at Fu Jingfan: "You still say it's all my fault? It was Mingming you who changed your mind!"
"... I mean, it's all my fault." Fu Jingfan realized his mistake after saying that and quickly corrected himself, "It's my fault, not that I changed my mind, but..."
Fu Jingfan paused, hesitating for a moment, torn between whether his mistake was making Su Huaiming wear a mask or failing to keep an eye on Su Huaiming, allowing him to drink two bottles of alcoholic beverages.
Fu Jingfan's silence was evidence of his change of heart in Su Huaiming's eyes. He was immersed in the story he had created and became even more heartbroken. His face was damp with tears, and his thick, curly eyelashes were covered with them. The grievances in his heart were almost overflowing.
Fu Jingfan had no experience in comforting people, so he could only watch helplessly as Su Huaiming cried harder and harder, with no chance of stopping.
Although they were standing in a secluded corner, the road wasn't deserted. Some pedestrians had already heard the noise, turned their heads to look in their direction, and kept staring at them.
Fu Jingfan frowned.
In the entertainment industry, even the slightest disturbance can cause a huge uproar. Su Huaiming will inevitably be subjected to rumors and gossip, and even if it is stopped in time, it is impossible for him to be completely unaffected.
Thinking this, Fu Jingfan stroked Su Huaiming's hair, pulled him into his arms, and used his body to shield Su Huaiming's face.
Su Huaiming leaned against Fu Jingfan's shoulder, only struggling symbolically for a few seconds before shifting his weight onto Fu Jingfan and sobbing.
Even though Fu Jingfan was wearing a mask and hat, and dressed in casual sportswear, he still exuded a commanding presence. He held Su Huaiming tightly in his arms with an overbearing posture, displaying a strong sense of possessiveness, as if he didn't want to expose an inch of Su Huaiming's skin and invite unwanted attention.
Several pedestrians were still looking in this direction with curiosity, but when they met Fu Jingfan's dark eyes, which held a dark undercurrent, they all froze and timidly looked away.
Their intuition told them that this was someone they didn't want to mess with.
After the onlookers dispersed, Fu Jingfan finally grasped Su Huaiming's shoulder—it was even thinner than he had imagined.
He tried to pull Su Huaiming away, but he had no strength in his hands. As if possessed, he moved to Su Huaiming's back and patted him gently.
"Okay, I promise there's no one else around, I don't mean to abandon you, and everyone will know about our relationship."
Fu Jingfan delivered a rather absurd and unbecoming statement quite fluently, without pausing at all.
A few seconds later, he felt someone brush against his chest, and fluffy hair gently brushed against his chin, causing a tingling, itchy sensation.
Su Huaiming slowly raised his head, sniffed, and looked at Fu Jingfan with teary eyes. "Really?"
"Really." Fu Jingfan's eyes reflected Su Huaiming's figure, his brows and eyes deep, showing affection and focus.
Su Huaiming was still sobbing, seemingly unsure whether he believed her or not. He didn't look at Fu Jingfan or make any other move, like a robot with a poor signal.
Fu Jingfan knew that it was normal for a drunkard to do anything, so he didn't take Su Huaiming's behavior to heart. Instead, he took out a handkerchief and awkwardly wiped Su Huaiming's tears with a cautious gesture.
Su Huaiming finally stopped, but his eyes were still red, and his nose and cheeks were flushed with an unhealthy redness. He looked like he had just walked out of a wet dream, exuding a pitiful air.
Fu Jingfan observed Su Huaiming's expression and tentatively said, "Let's go back."
Upon hearing this, Su Huaiming's gaze finally fell on Fu Jingfan. His eyes slowly focused, and after a full two minutes, he nodded and whispered, "Okay."
After Fu Jingfan threw away the beverage bottle, he tried to help Su Huaiming up, but Su Huaiming stood up very steadily. Unlike other drunkards who staggered, he walked straight, just like a normal person, making people wonder if he was really drunk.
Su Huaiming stayed obediently with Fu Jingfan, remaining quiet and not causing a scene like before. However, Fu Jingfan still kept a close eye on him, fearing that something might go wrong.
After walking for a while, Su Huaiming suddenly stopped, looked around, and then his gaze fell on Fu Jingfan.
"What's wrong?" Fu Jingfan couldn't help but ask in a coaxing tone, as if speaking to a child.
"I think..."
Su Huaiming's voice was soft and indistinct, and Fu Jingfan didn't hear it clearly the first time, so he asked again.
Su Huaiming frowned slightly, as if he were angry. "I said I want to dance!"
Fu Jingfan was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously asked, "Here?"
Su Huaiming nodded emphatically, staring intently at Fu Jingfan: "I want a dance partner."
Fu Jingfan understood Su Huaiming's meaning, opened his mouth, but couldn't bring himself to refuse.
Given his upbringing and personality, he wouldn't do something as absurd as dancing with a drunkard on the street, but Su Huaiming's crying just now left him with lingering fears, and he was afraid that Su Huaiming would be hurt again if he refused.
Su Huaiming didn't give him time to think of a solution. He puffed out his cheeks slightly and walked straight over, as if he wanted to force him to dance.
Fu Jingfan didn't dodge, his fingers curled up slightly involuntarily, and he let Su Huaiming come closer.
Su Huaiming walked up to him, bumping into him with his shoulder. Su Huaiming stumbled slightly but continued walking forward, completely ignoring Fu Jingfan.
Fu Jingfan was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to follow Su Huaiming's figure with his eyes, only then realizing his target.
A golden retriever was squatting by the roadside, its fur fuzzy, panting and sticking out its tongue at them; it looked very docile.
Su Huaiming staggered over, pounced on the golden retriever, squatted down and hugged it for a full three minutes, then touched its two front paws.
The golden retriever looked completely clueless, unaware of what it was about to face, and even cooperatively raised its front paws for Su Huaiming to hold.
Su Huaiming and the golden retriever stared at each other, their eyes gleaming with wisdom, as if they had reached some kind of consensus. Su Huaiming then grasped the golden retriever's two front paws and stood up.
The golden retriever supported itself on its hind legs, and when it stood up, it reached Su Huaiming's waist. It let out a small bark, as if it were being affectionate.
"Little puppy, let's dance together!" Su Huaiming said confidently, "I'm the king of dance, I dance exceptionally well, I'll teach you a really amazing dance!"
Perhaps it was a case of like attracts like, because this golden retriever was very cooperative, actually hopping on its hind legs and swaying its ears back and forth in sync with Su Huaiming's movements, giving it a kind of twin-tailed look.
Su Huaiming's footwork resembled that of a shaman, lacking any fancy moves, but his upper body and expressions were quite agile, his dance moves were fiery, and he would occasionally let out howls like wolves.
Fu Jingfan stood to the side, his gaze fixed on Su Huaiming was dancing intimately with the golden retriever.
He had seen people get drunk, but he had never seen anyone so intoxicated by just two bottles of alcohol that they were crying uncontrollably and then dancing in the street.
Not only was Su Huaiming's dance captivating, but the golden retriever was also quite expressive. Mingming having a dog's face, it vividly portrayed human emotions, and both the man and the dog were completely immersed in the dance.
Su Huaiming was panting heavily from jumping, but he still wouldn't stop. Like a senior, he instructed the golden retriever, "Your movements are too stiff. You need to be more fiery. Yes, stick your butt out a little higher, like me."
Su Huaiming completely forgot that there were people watching, wiggled his buttocks, and desperately stood on tiptoe, trying to stick his buttocks out higher.
The golden retriever watched this scene with its beady eyes, as if it understood something. Its tail spun like a top, and its legs were taut and straight, giving it a rounded appearance.
"Yes, great! Stick your butts up even higher with me!" Su Huaiming was completely unaware that he was saying something inappropriate and made no attempt to control his volume.
Standing to the side, Fu Jingfan: "..."
He instinctively wanted to stop them, but seeing how enthusiastically Su Huaiming and Jinmao were jumping around, he hesitated and could only settle for second best, helping Su Huaiming observe the surroundings to see if anyone was coming.
Su Huaiming is usually lazy and has no interest in dancing, but now that he's drunk, he's like a dancing maniac. The golden retriever can't keep up with him, Su Huaiming simply picks it up by the waist and continues his devilish dance.
The golden retriever rested its chin on Su Huaiming's head. It had never seen the world from such a height before. Its small eyes became very dull, and the fur on its ears fluttered back and forth, giving off a silly vibe.
Su Huaiming turned around, and the golden retriever's gaze met Fu Jingfan's. It stared blankly at Fu Jingfan for a few seconds, then suddenly grinned, as if it was proud that it could be as tall as Fu Jingfan.
"..."
Both the man and the dog exuded foolishness, Fu Jingfan couldn't stand it any longer. He walked up to Su Huaiming and said, "Put the dog down, let's go home."
Su Huaiming peeked out from behind the dog's fur, about to speak, but then he blew bubbles from his mouth.
Glug glug glug
"..." Fu Jingfan had no way to deal with Su Huaiming like this, so he sighed and said, "You're tired."
Su Huaiming shook his head firmly. "I'm not tired."
Fu Jingfan then adopted another strategy. "It's tired."
"Is it tired?" Su Huaiming tilted his head in confusion. "Who is it?"
"Your dance partner, this golden retriever," Fu Jingfan explained precisely.
Su Huaiming pondered for a full half minute before digesting those words, and then very considerately put the golden retriever down.
The golden retriever had barely touched the ground on all fours when it lay down immediately, yawning incessantly, too tired to even blink.
Seeing this, Su Huaiming put his hands on his hips and sighed deeply, "Your stamina is too weak, you need to exercise more!"
Upon hearing this, Fu Jingfan glanced at Su Huaiming with an ambiguous expression, wondering where he got the confidence to say such a thing.
Su Huaiming, like a rigid headmaster, only let the golden retriever go after disciplining it.
Su Huaiming hadn't had enough of dancing yet; he peeked around, looking east and west, searching for his next dance partner.
But there wasn't another dog on the street.
Seeing this, Fu Jingfan said, "There's no dance partner today. If you have the chance another day, you can find one."
Su Huaiming tilted his head to look at him, his fair face slightly puffed out, looking somewhat unwilling.
When Su Huaiming is drunk, his mind is no different from that of a child. Fu Jingfan continued to coax him, "It's too late today, and you only have so few dance partners. Come earlier another day, and you can dance with five or six dogs."
Upon hearing this, Su Huaiming's eyes lit up with joy, as if he could already see that scene, and his smile almost reached the sky.