Fu Jingfan nodded. "Okay, I promise you."
Su Huaiming mentally counted on his fingers, then continued, "I'm not in good health and don't like exercise. You can't make me do strenuous work, especially getting up at 5:30 in the morning to go for a run with you."
Fu Jingfan raised an eyebrow. "Okay."
Seeing Fu Jingfan's cooperative attitude, Su Huaiming gradually relaxed and continued, "Also, I'm used to going to bed early and waking up early; I need to be in bed by ten o'clock. You can't drag me to stay up late with you. Also, I'm prone to low blood sugar, so you need to arrange my three meals a day properly, at a standard no lower than my usual meals at home, and don't take me to eat any strange things. If I have to work temporarily, you can't interfere. Finally, you have to respect my wishes; I have the right to refuse you three times..."
Su Huaiming paused, then changed his mind, saying, "Three times is a bit too few, let's make it five times."
Seeing that Su Huaiming's demands were becoming more and more unreasonable, Fu Jingfan remained silent for a few seconds before asking in confusion, "If I remember correctly, this is my birthday, and you are my gift."
Su Huaiming blinked and said matter-of-factly, "Yes, shouldn't gifts be cherished?"
Fu Jingfan: "..."
He was nearly amused by Su Huaiming's counter-argument, so he simply went along with it and asked, "Do you have any other requests?"
Su Huaiming pondered for a full minute before shaking his head and saying, "That's all for now."
Fu Jingfan nodded good-naturedly. He glanced at the time; it was past midnight. He then asked, "It's the next day now, so it should be effective by now, right?"
Su Huaiming immediately shook his head, "It's time to sleep now, you can't keep me up all night."
Fu Jingfan nodded good-naturedly, "Of course you can go to sleep."
Su Huaiming breathed a sigh of relief. Once his mind relaxed, drowsiness immediately washed over him. He yawned and said, "I'm going to sleep."
"Wait a minute." Fu Jingfan slowly stood up, looking down at Su Huaiming. "You can go to sleep, but..."
Fu Jingfan's dark eyes reflected Su Huaiming's figure, his voice low and deep, flowing gently with the night:
"But I can decide where I sleep."
Su Huaiming:???? Gah?!
Chapter 38
A car drove past Su Huaiming, and he smelled a faint whiff of exhaust fumes.
He had just finished showering, his cheeks and the corners of his eyes still flushed from the heat. His hair, dried and soft from the hairdryer, had a fluffy texture, with a few playful strands sticking up on his head, looking rather bewildered.
Su Huaiming liked loose-fitting clothes. He casually threw on a T-shirt that reached his upper thigh and a pair of soft black trousers, much like the synthetic cotton trousers that older people love. He looked relaxed and languid. If you gave Su Huaiming a bed, he would probably just collapse on it.
But that condition is clearly not present now.
The evening breeze was a bit chilly, and Su Huaiming couldn't help but sneeze, his nose turning red. He casually took the small blanket from Fu Jingfan and wrapped it around himself.
The blanket was gray, fluffy, and very soft. Su Huaiming huddled inside it, with only his calves showing, looking like a dusty little cub.
Su Huaiming couldn't care less about any of that. Looking at the scene before him, he felt like a million grass mud horses were galloping through his mind, trampling everything in their path. With a head full of question marks, he looked at Fu Jingfan standing to the side with a puzzled expression.
Fu Jingfan also changed his clothes. He was dressed in a sharp suit, with not a single extra wrinkle from head to toe. His eyes were deep and his expression was calm. He did not show any signs of fatigue. Although the suit was a low-key black, it seemed to have its own light. He could wear this suit to walk the red carpet!
Su Huaiming glanced at the time, confirming that he wasn't crazy.
The only one who can be crazy is Fu Jingfan.
Su Huaiming took a deep breath, finally stopping his accusatory tone, but he was still somewhat agitated, "What exactly do you want?!"
Fu Jingfan looked down at Su Huaiming's outfit, his gaze finally settling on Su Huaiming's fluffy hair. He seemed to find it amusing, and a look of pleasure appeared between his brows and eyes.
He didn't answer Su Huaiming's question, but instead asked, "Why did you untie the red ribbon?"
Su Huaiming paused, recalling the image he saw in the mirror after returning to his room. He remained silent for a few seconds, then retorted, "Otherwise what? If I were walking around outside with a red bow around my neck, I'd probably get arrested by the police!"
Fu Jingfan raised an eyebrow and guessed, "Would it affect the city's appearance?"
Su Huaiming looked at him expressionlessly, his tone somewhat resentful, "A mental patient escaped."
Hearing this, Fu Jingfan felt even better, and Su Huaiming strongly suspected that he would burst out laughing at any moment.
Fu Jingfan's attitude was so offensive that Su Huaiming ground his teeth, so angry he wanted to stomp on him.
Fu Jingfan, however, showed no desire to survive, saying, "If I remember correctly, the birthday person should open the gift."
Su Huaiming looked at him expressionlessly, his tone as cold as the calm before a storm. "So now I need to re-tie the bow and wait for you to take it off?"
Fu Jingfan: "..."
He had no doubt that if he gave a positive answer, Su Huaiming would immediately explode in anger, and the kind of anger that wouldn't be appeased.
Fu Jingfan paused, finally suppressing his wicked humor. "No need."
Su Huaiming snorted and then looked away.
He yawned, sleepy, glistening tears clinging to his thick, curly eyelashes; he could barely keep his eyes open. "Didn't you promise I could sleep?"
"I agree," Fu Jingfan said.
"Then why did you make me stand in the yard as punishment?" Su Huaiming said, dissatisfied.
"This isn't just standing as punishment," Fu Jingfan continued. "Didn't I already say that I get to decide where you sleep?"
Su Huaiming's voice rose considerably in surprise, "So you want me to sleep in the yard, with the ground as my bed and the sky as my blanket?!"
Su Huaiming's expression was so vivid that Fu Jingfan clearly read the message, "Are you a pervert?"
Fu Jingfan was silent for a few seconds before saying, "No, you slept in the car."
Su Huaiming's gaze then fell upon the understated luxury car parked not far away.
Sensing Su Huaiming's questioning gaze, Fu Jingfan continued to explain, "I'm taking you somewhere. Let's leave now, and we'll arrive by tomorrow morning."
Su Huaiming countered, "Where to?"
Fu Jingfan did not answer, but instead walked towards the car.
Fu Jingfan has long legs and big strides. Su Huaiming's height is not short among his peers, but he is far shorter than Fu Jingfan and can only jog to keep up.
The driver opened the door, stood respectfully to the side, and invited Su Huaiming and Fu Jingfan to get in the car.
The butler also sat in the passenger seat, leaving the spacious back seat for Su Huaiming and Fu Jingfan.
Unlike ordinary vehicles, this car has a large interior space, especially in the back seat, where a person can almost lie down. There is also a small refrigerator next to it, which contains various rare wines. If you have a taste for the finer things in life, you can enjoy a drink while looking out the window.
Su Huaiming clearly didn't have that kind of interest.
He sat in the spacious back seat of the car, pressing down on the leather seat with his hand, as if testing whether it would be comfortable to lie down and sleep on it.
Fu Jingfan sat on the other side, his eyes clear and bright. He put on gold-rimmed glasses, pulled out a stack of documents from somewhere, and casually flipped to a page.
His posture was languid, but his expression was extremely focused.
Long, slender fingers twirled the pages, turning them gently with a crisp sound.
It's said that men who work hard are the most handsome, let alone Fu Jingfan, who has a face that rivals any star, and whose demeanor and temperament are unmatched by ordinary people.
Su Huaiming had no interest in appreciating anything; he just wanted to sleep.
He simply took off his slippers, lay down on his side on the sofa, slightly curled up, the soft fabric of his trousers rubbing up to reveal his well-defined, delicately beautiful ankles.
In the dim light, Su Huaiming's skin was clear and fair, like jade with a unique luster, contrasting sharply with the black fabric.
Su Huaiming casually picked up a blanket that was placed to the side, unfolded it, and covered himself up completely, with only his head sticking out.
Su Huaiming could fall asleep anywhere. He wasn't picky about his surroundings. He yawned sleepily, his expression gradually becoming hazy, and slowly closed his eyes.
Within just a few minutes, his breathing became shallow, and he drifted off to sleep.
The butler and driver, sitting in the front row, didn't make a sound so as not to disturb Su Huaiming. Fu Jingfan didn't even glance at Su Huaiming, continuing to focus intently on reviewing the documents.
The only sound in the quiet car was the soft rustling of papers turning.
The night outside the window grew darker and darker, and even the champion night owl couldn't stay awake any longer, leaning his head against the car window and dozing off.
The driver was still energetic, but after driving for a long time, he inevitably became a little bored, and his eyes were not as bright as before; he was not as alert as Fu Jingfan.
Fu Jingfan didn't rest at all from beginning to end, still looking at the dense text and various data on the documents.
If it were anyone else, they would probably be too sleepy to keep their eyes open after just a few glances, but Fu Jingfan was the complete opposite. He picked up the pen next to him and wrote down the errors in the document.
Send it to Secretary Zhou after daybreak, and ask her to coordinate with the project team to make corrections.
The driver glanced at Fu Jingfan through the rearview mirror. Even through the lens, Fu Jingfan's gaze was sharp and intimidating. The driver quickly looked away, afraid of being discovered.
The car became even quieter, and there was no one outside. It felt as if the car was traveling through boundless darkness, searching for a bright exit.
After an unknown amount of time, Fu Jingfan faintly heard the soft rustling of fabric. He shifted his gaze from the documents beside him to Su Huaiming, who was sleeping next to him.
Su Huaiming was fast asleep, his cheeks bearing red marks from being pressed against the seat. He seemed uncomfortable, rubbing his face against the car seat and turning slightly away.
Su Huaiming had been sleeping very well, hardly turning over, and the blanket was wrapped tightly around him. But now, one of his feet was sticking out from under the blanket and stretching forward.
Fu Jingfan felt a gentle and soft touch on his side. His gaze lingered on Su Huaiming's face for a few seconds before landing on the foot beside his leg.
Su Huaiming's feet appeared smaller, with well-proportioned lines and no excess fat. The skin was very thin, and the bluish veins on the instep could be clearly seen. His toes were rounded, as if they had just emerged from the warm blankets, and his nails were still faintly pink.
Su Huaiming was still asleep, unaware of the outside world. He pressed his foot against Fu Jingfan's firm thigh, his delicate skin rubbing against the crisp fabric of his suit trousers.
Although it was just an accident, and neither of them wanted it, it was their first intimate encounter.
Fu Jingfan looked down at the restless foot, not yet deciding what to do, when he suddenly felt a force on his thigh.
Su Huaiming... was actually kicking him.
Su Huaiming had been curled up in bed for too long and felt a little uncomfortable; his body instinctively wanted to stretch out.
The back seats were large enough for Su Huaiming to sleep comfortably by himself, but with Fu Jingfan's presence, Su Huaiming couldn't stretch his legs out.
Su Huaiming kicked at Fu Jingfan's strong thigh, but failed to kick it away. His eyebrows furrowed slightly in dissatisfaction, and he muttered something under his breath.
Fu Jingfan paused, hesitating between "wake up Su Huaiming" and "shake off this foot." After thinking for a few seconds, he silently moved towards the car window, trying to give Su Huaiming some space.
The sleeping Su Huaiming didn't know what it meant to know when to stop. For him, although the space was a little bigger, he still couldn't straighten his legs, and that annoying warm object was still there.
Just as Fu Jingfan had created some distance between himself and Su Huaiming, that foot followed closely behind, pressing against his thigh again. The warmth seeped into the fabric of his suit trousers, and Fu Jingfan could almost feel the temperature and delicate touch of Su Huaiming's foot.
"..."
The car was very quiet. The butler leaned against the window and dozed off. When the sky began to lighten and the light shone through the car window onto his eyelids, he Youyou woke up.
Having just woken up, her mind still foggy, the butler looked at the scene inside the car and didn't immediately realize where she was.
He instinctively tried to stretch, but before he could straighten his arm, he bumped into the roof of the car with a loud bang.
The driver, who was driving, was startled by the noise and looked at the butler in surprise.