“Ha, am I supposed to be afraid of him?” Fu Zheng remained defiant.
When he heard Fu Si Heng was coming, Fu Zheng didn’t even want to look at him. He turned over, planning to just give him his back. But from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of another figure behind Fu Si Heng.
Tao Zhi?
The person he’d been thinking about day and night for a month was following Fu Si Heng in, standing right next to him… Why was Tao Zhi here?!
Although Fu Zheng really, really wanted to see Tao Zhi.
But absolutely not in this situation!
What Fu Zheng had imagined was: after winning the prize, he’d take Tao Zhi to settle the debt, slap the money in Fu Si Heng’s face, and free Tao Zhi.
Tao Zhi would definitely be grateful to him.
Tao Zhi was a very grateful person.
Then, he’d agree to be with him.
Fu Zheng had fantasized about this scene many times.
But he had never imagined Tao Zhi seeing him in such a pathetic state, lying in bed unable to move.
Fu Zheng was instantly furious, feeling like he’d lost all face. He roared at Fu Si Heng, “Why did you bring him here?!”
“You despicable villain!”
“Fu Zheng…” On the way over, Tao Zhi had already learned the full story.
At first, Tao Zhi hadn’t liked Fu Zheng much.
He thought he was arrogant, had a severe young master temper, was impolite, and didn’t speak properly.
In their interactions, Tao Zhi mostly felt respect toward him.
He treated Fu Zheng as a friend, but wasn’t sure if Fu Zheng felt the same, so he mostly treated him as a boss—accommodating him, respecting him, fulfilling his wild ideas and demands.
Boss came before friend.
That was how Tao Zhi saw it.
Later, when Fu Zheng said he liked him, Tao Zhi was surprised and incredulous, but mostly didn’t take it seriously.
Maybe it was just a whim, a misunderstanding.
Seeing Fu Si Heng kiss him and getting angry, Tao Zhi rationalized it as the little brother not accepting his brother being with someone.
Tao Zhi hadn’t imagined Fu Zheng would go this far for him.
He thought what Fu Si Heng said about Fu Zheng working to earn money was just brotherly tough love.
He hadn’t realized it was to pay off his debt.
Tao Zhi was deeply moved. Especially seeing Fu Zheng lying pitifully in the hospital bed with his leg in a cast, Tao Zhi felt not just moved but heartbroken, his eyes stinging and welling up.
Fu Zheng was truly his best, best friend.
He’d never badmouth him behind his back again.
Nor tell his sister he was a rich second-gen pet.
He’d sincerely treat Fu Zheng as a good friend first, and only then as a boss.
He swore it.
Tao Zhi was so touched he sniffled.
He wanted to step forward to Fu Zheng’s bedside and persuade him not to get so worked up. Yelling like that wasn’t good for his wounds—what if they reopened?
But as soon as he lifted his foot, Fu Si Heng casually pulled him back.
Tao Zhi: “……?”
Casually and naturally—Fu Si Heng didn’t even look at him while pulling him back, as if he’d anticipated the move. Then, with a blank expression, he said to the bodyguards, “Next time, if it’s nothing serious, don’t rush to tell me. I thought he’d died.”
Bodyguard B: “……”
Bodyguard A: “Got it, Mr. Fu. We’ll be more careful next time.”
Bodyguard B was new and didn’t know that Fu Zheng getting into trouble and ending up in the hospital was routine. When he was notified of the second young master’s accident, he panicked, brain blank, and immediately informed the employer.
By then, Fu Zheng had already been sent to the hospital.
They were also rushing over, unsure of the injury severity.
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Fu Zheng saw Fu Si Heng ignoring him and got even angrier, grinding his teeth. “You deliberately brought Tao Zhi to see me like this. You promised fair competition—this is how you play fair? Bringing him to see me humiliated!”
Huh?
What?
Tao Zhi snapped out of his emotions, his eyes flickering. What fair competition?
“You’re a real idiot.” Fu Si Heng had no other words for him besides that.
Fair competition wasn’t something he’d said—it was Fu Zheng who brought it up.
Fu Si Heng had never agreed. In his view, Fu Zheng wasn’t even worthy of competing with him; Tao Zhi wouldn’t like such a childish brat.
So on the way, when Tao Zhi asked why Fu Zheng was working part-time and racing, Fu Si Heng told him everything straightforwardly.
Besides his confidence, he also disdained using dirty tricks to hide Fu Zheng’s sincerity.
He reluctantly acknowledged Fu Zheng’s sincerity.
Fu Si Heng wasn’t worried Tao Zhi would go soft because of it.
Going soft wouldn’t create love.
Hormones would.
He brought Tao Zhi because Tao Zhi wanted to come, and also because his idiot brother had behaved for almost a month and now got hurt—giving him some mental comfort.
