However, it didn't annoy him.
Seeing that Fu Jingfan remained silent and acted mysteriously, Su Huaiming's previous doubts resurfaced. He coughed lightly and asked, "Was yesterday really your birthday? If so, why didn't you explain it to the housekeeper and the others, instead of letting them celebrate a fake date?"
Fu Jingfan did not answer the question. He turned to look at Su Huaiming, his eyes pitch black, like a deep sea where no light could reach.
Staring into those eyes, Su Huaiming's breathing unconsciously became shallow, and his heart tightened with his instinctive sense of danger.
Fu Jingfan's eyes reflected Su Huaiming's figure, as if trying to trap him within them. His expression remained unchanged, yet he exuded an inexplicable pressure. "You really want to know?"
Upon hearing this, Su Huaiming's fingers curled up involuntarily, and he leaned back slightly, instinctively giving his answer.
He had a feeling, deep down.
There is a clear boundary between him and Fu Jingfan; they are separated on both sides and do not interfere with each other.
But if he knew the answer, it would be like stepping over the line and entering Fu Jingfan's territory, making it extremely difficult to escape unscathed.
He and Fu Jingfan were from completely different worlds. The position next to Fu Jingfan was full of danger for him, and it was not something that a lazy bum like him who just wanted to enjoy life could handle.
Su Huaiming's biggest wish right now is to hold out until he divorces Fu Jingfan, take the divorce settlement, and run away to live a carefree life. If he really blurs this line, this wish will be dashed.
Thinking of this, Su Huaiming couldn't help but shudder, his eyes widened, and his hands almost shook out of focus. "No, no, no, I don't want to know, please don't tell me."
Upon hearing this, Fu Jingfan's eyebrows twitched slightly. He gazed intently at Su Huaiming for a moment before looking away.
Su Huaiming breathed a sigh of relief, pretending that nothing had happened. He had already put the word "birthday" on his taboo list and would never mention it again.
A yacht vacation is such a wonderful thing, why should he worry about these trivial matters?
With this thought, Su Huaiming's mood instantly became clear. He relaxed his body again, leaned back Yangyang in the recliner, and squinted at the sparkling sea.
Noticing that Su Huaiming had readjusted, Fu Jingfan lowered his eyes slightly, somewhat surprised by how quickly Su Huaiming recovered.
Perhaps it's because they genuinely don't care.
The two seemed to have reached some kind of consensus, neither mentioning what had just happened again, nor even exchanging words, simply enjoying this rare moment of peace.
This was arguably the first time the two had spent so much time together peacefully since they met.
The yacht had a dedicated chef who prepared a sumptuous seafood feast.
Su Huaiming was too full to take a nap, so he stood aside and looked at the scenery, hoping to digest his food.
The butler happened to be passing by, and Su Huaiming chatted with him for a few minutes.
The butler lowered his voice and said in surprise, "Mr. Fu didn't handle any official business today. This is the first time I've seen him like this."
Su Huaiming, with a languid air, raised an eyebrow and said, "What's so strange about that? Didn't he spend the whole night yesterday processing documents?"
The butler couldn't find a connection between the two and gave a puzzled "hmm".
Su Huaiming continued, "It's like a child who finishes their homework beforehand so they can go out and play happily the next day, instead of being dragged by their parents to do their homework."
Housekeeper. "..."
What a simple yet vivid metaphor!
Although Su Huaiming had never met wealthy people, he could roughly imagine that even when they went on vacation, they were always on their phones, filled with work emails and arrangements. Relaxing was just a load of rubbish; they couldn't calm their minds at all.
Fu Jingfan did something quite ruthless, making himself completely unreachable to everyone and disappearing for a whole day.
Su Huaiming thought Fu Jingfan was impressive, but the butler's mind wandered to strange places, his eyes shining as he looked at Su Huaiming, "Mr. Su really understands President Fu."
Su Huaiming: "?"
The butler continued, "Mr. Su and Mr. Fu seem to be from two different worlds. Their areas of expertise don't overlap, and their personalities are very different. But even if Mr. Fu doesn't express it, you can still understand what he means."
Upon hearing this, Su Huaiming forced a smile, realizing he couldn't possibly accept such high praise.
He had only seen different sides of Fu Jingfan, and it was far from him "understanding" him.
Fu Jingfan is somewhat like a diamond, with a crystal-clear, dazzling appearance, and is indestructible, so perfect that it has no flaws.
But after spending more time with him, one discovers that Fu Jingfan's inner self is filled with a thick, black, viscous fluid, containing wickedness and lust, as well as some other indescribable things.
This is nothing surprising; it just shows that Fu Jingfan is still a human being.
But as for who can withstand the thick black mass inside Fu Jingfan, that's hard to say.
It couldn't possibly be him.
Su Huaiming didn't expose Fu Jingfan's true colors. He just smiled, chatted with the butler for a few more minutes, and then went back to his room to rest.
He didn't have much contact with the outside world to begin with, and following Fu Jingfan's example, he didn't touch his phone. He felt that time became much more leisurely, and even if he did nothing, he wouldn't feel bored just by quietly watching the sea.
Having such a leisurely day in our busy modern lives is a rare and precious experience.
After dinner, Su Huaiming knelt on the soft sofa, his chin resting on the back, quietly gazing at the sea through the clean glass, the gentle sound of the waves echoing in his ears.
As night fell, the sea appeared even more mysterious, accompanied only by the bright moon and the stars.
Su Huaiming relaxed, both physically and mentally, and slowly closed his eyes.
The room was quiet, with a small lamp on the left emitting a soft yellow light that warmly enveloped Su Huaiming.
Steady footsteps echoed down the corridor, and Fu Jingfan appeared at the doorway.
He looked down at Su Huaiming, who was huddled up in a small ball, stepped in, and sat down next to Su Huaiming.
Su Huaiming remained in the same position, without saying a word.
Fu Jingfan then noticed that Su Huaiming had fallen asleep.
Fu Jingfan is someone who naturally needs little sleep; sleeping is meaningless to him, as he only needs to meet his minimum requirements.
But Su Huaiming was the complete opposite.
Sleep is extremely important to him; it's a pleasure. Almost nothing can make Su Huaiming regress when it comes to sleeping, much like a koala.
This intrigued Fu Jingfan, who couldn't resist the urge to investigate.
The cabin was dimly lit, and apart from the two people's soft breathing, there was no other sound. The other people on the yacht did not dare to disturb them, and Su Huaiming and Fu Jingfan seemed to be isolated in another world.
In the darkness, Fu Jingfan was even more relaxed, his long legs slightly apart as he leaned lazily against the sofa.
He tilted his head slightly, his jawline smooth and straight, his dark eyes lowered, watching Su Huaiming's peaceful sleeping face with a leisurely air.
It was too early for Fu Jingfan. He had never rested at this time, nor was he tired at all. But Su Huaiming's sleeping face seemed to have some kind of magic. Fu Jingfan slowly closed his eyes, and his breathing became shallow.
When Su Huaiming woke up again, he was very confused, his body ached strangely, and his joints were stiff.
Su Huaiming squinted at the sparkling sea, which looked like it was sprinkled with diamonds. He rubbed his hair and awkwardly turned around, sleepily looking around at his surroundings. He also saw Fu Jingfan sitting next to him.
Fu Jingfan seemed to sense Su Huaiming's gaze and opened his eyes without warning. His eyes were clear and bright, not at all like someone who had just woken up.
Su Huaiming's mind was a complete mess, but Fu Jingfan was fully awake.
He usually doesn't sleep much, but he actually watched Su Huaiming's sleeping face and fell asleep on the sofa with him, not waking up all night.
Fu Jingfan frowned slightly, still processing the fact, when he suddenly met Su Huaiming's gaze.
Su Huaiming, with red marks on his cheeks, looked at him with teary eyes, biting his lip in pain; his expression was very strange.
"What's wrong?" Fu Jingfan didn't think that what happened last night would cause Su Huaiming such great harm.
"I..." Su Huaiming gasped, his voice trembling slightly, "I have a stiff neck, it hurts so much."
Fu Jingfan: "..."
Su Huaiming was completely oblivious to why Fu Jingfan was beside him; his attention was entirely on his neck, which he groaned softly in pain.
Fu Jingfan remained silent for a few seconds, then summoned the butler.
The butler immediately led a group of people to surround Su Huaiming, their expressions serious, as if Su Huaiming had encountered a major problem.
The scene became chaotic, Fu Jingfan silently stepped aside and returned to his room.
The yacht slowly docked, Su Huaiming, clutching his neck, was the last to emerge from the room.
When he appeared, everyone, including Fu Jingfan, turned to look at him.
Su Huaiming steeled himself and walked over.
Fu Jingfan stared at Su Huaiming for half a minute, his voice tinged with doubt, "What's wrong with you...?"
Fu Jingfan paused for a moment before continuing, "Do you want to see the world from a different perspective?"
Su Huaiming: "..."
He was stunned for a full five seconds before realizing that Fu Jingfan was referring to the fact that he had been tilting his head and looking at the camera at an angle.
She's quite good at being sarcastic and sarcastic.
Su Huaiming snorted coldly, instinctively wanting to turn his head away and ignore Fu Jingfan.
He forgot that he still had a stiff neck; as soon as he moved his neck, an unbearable ache spread like an electric shock, and his scalp went numb.
Su Huaiming cried out in pain, clutching his neck with his hand. Like a rusty robot, he slowly turned around, afraid to move his neck.
Su Huaiming didn't want anyone to see him like this, so he tried to hide in the car, but Song Hanyu stopped him.
Song Hanyu chatted enthusiastically with Su Huaiming: "Su Huaiming, I know a Club with excellent privacy. No one will be able to take pictures of you there, and the food is amazing, just as good as a five-star restaurant."
Since things had come to this point, Su Huaiming couldn't refuse, so he smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll contact you when I have time."
After saying all that, Song Hanyu realized that Su Huaiming had been keeping his head down the whole time.
He thought Su Huaiming was doing a "head tilt kill," so he jokingly tilted his head back at the exact same angle as Su Huaiming.
Su Huaiming: "..."
He tried hard to straighten his head, but his neck didn't move. Instead, he lowered his shoulder on the other side, and while his head did straighten, his shoulder tilted noticeably.
Su Huaiming, however, was unaware of this and was still feeling good about himself, thinking that no one could tell that he had a stiff neck.
Song Hanyu was even more confused. Just as he was about to ask a question, he heard Fu Jingfan call his name in a light tone.
Song Hanyu sensed the warning in the tone, frowned, and looked at Fu Jingfan beside her, not understanding what she had done wrong.
Fu Jingfan didn't even spare him a glance, but instead said to Su Huaiming, "It's getting late, let's go."
Su Huaiming breathed a sigh of relief, waved to Song Hanyu, and followed Fu Jingfan like a little tail before getting into the car.