Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Holding a detailed illustration of human anatomy in his pocket, Yu He glanced at his new friend Xiao Sean.

Xiao Sean nodded affirmatively at Yu He. He believed that with Yu He’s good looks, he would definitely be able to bewitch the mysterious big shot, leaving him utterly captivated and insatiable.

“Go for it.” Xiao Sean hooked arms with Yu He, whispering words of encouragement, “As long as the angle is right, it won’t hurt, and you’ll enjoy it.”

Yu He: "...I’ve learned a lot."

After three days together, Xiao Sean had completely treated Yu He as his best friend, and he helped Yu He open the fire door to the underground garage.

Next to the extended Rolls-Royce Phantom was a well-dressed driver. Seeing the group, the driver slightly bowed in greeting.

This show of extravagance was even more excessive than the Yu family’s.

Wang Wuchuan walked over and personally opened the rear car door for Yu He.

The driver, having received professional etiquette training, did not vie with Wang Wuchuan for the task of opening the car door. Yu He got into the car, the driver closed the door behind him, nodded respectfully to Wang Wuchuan, and then walked to the front of the car, taking his place in the driver’s seat and starting the vehicle.

The high-performance engine gave a gentle hum, and the car smoothly exited the underground garage.

Yu He sat inside, heading towards an unknown fate.

There were only Yu He and the driver in the car. The driver, a middle-aged man in his forties, was skilled at driving. He respectfully said to Yu He, “Young Master Yu, it will be approximately two hours and forty minutes to our destination. If you are tired, you can rest for a while; there is a blanket beside you.”

Indeed, it seemed like a good idea to rest for a bit, as Yu He was uncertain what time tonight’s events would conclude.

He pulled the blanket around him, detecting a faint woody fragrance.

Yu He had a keen sense of smell and did not like any scent of air fresheners, especially in a car.

If the car’s air freshener was too strong, mixed with the leather scent of the seats, it could make him dizzy.

He was somewhat worried about getting carsick and imagined that throwing up upon meeting the boss would not be a great start.

“Are we going to take the highway?” Yu He asked.

The driver responded, “Yes, Young Master Yu. We are expected to reach the highway in seventeen minutes. Is there anything you need?”

Yu He candidly admitted, “I get carsick quite easily.”

Hearing this, the driver turned on the car’s PM2.5 filtration system and left a small crack in the sunroof, saying, “If you feel uncomfortable, please let me know. There is motion sickness medicine in the car, but for tonight…”

Yu He understood; the main ingredient in motion sickness medicine is typically dimenhydrinate.

While dimenhydrinate is effective at preventing nausea and vomiting, it often causes drowsiness, dizziness, and fatigue as side effects. Since he had ‘work’ to do later that night, these side effects would obviously affect his ability to perform.

Continuing southward, the driver exited the highway at Yun Su Toll Station. Yu He rolled down the window, looking out at the unfamiliar streets rushing by.

This was Yu He’s first time in Yun Su City, but the scenery outside was filled with vintage Su-style architecture, small bridges over flowing water—it didn’t resemble the city center of Yun Su, but rather looked like an ancient town.

Yu He was a bit puzzled, “Is this... Yun Lang Ancient Town?”

The driver confirmed, “Yes, this is Yun Lang. It’s the off-season after autumn, so the roads are easier to navigate, with fewer traffic lights. Mr. Fu’s private residence is in Yun Su.”

From Yun Su, and with the surname Fu… Could it be… that person?

A rather unrealistic guess flashed across Yu He’s mind, but he quickly dismissed it.

No, it couldn’t be; didn’t Fu Yunzheng, the head of the Fu family, get into a car accident?

Rumor has it that the injuries were severe, and he had been bedridden for nearly half a year.

With such injuries, would he really be in the mood to entertain boys?

Yu He didn’t understand the world of such magnates.

When the car turned into the Guanyun Mountain scenic area, Yu He finally confirmed his suspicions—it was most likely Fu Yunzheng.

Fu Yunzheng had built a sprawling estate of over a thousand acres within the Guanyun Mountain scenic area, causing quite a stir when it happened. Even Yu He, who rarely paid attention to the business world, had heard about it.

Such grandeur could only be the work of the Fu family; no one else had such capability.

Fu Yunzheng was a true tycoon in the capital world. In comparison, the Yu family’s meager assets were hardly worth mentioning. Even if they were dropped right in front of Fu Yunzheng, he probably wouldn’t bother to pick them up.

Just how much wealth did the top-tier Fu family possess? Describing it with specific numbers might be abstract, but to give an idea, the Fu family’s stock only temporarily fell by two points when Fu Yunzheng was hospitalized due to the car accident six months ago, and yet more than a dozen companies filed for bankruptcy.

What was terrifying was that those dozen or so companies weren’t even part of the Fu family’s holdings.

To hasten the magnate's recovery, countless entrepreneurs were praying and making offerings during that time, even more anxious than Fu Yunzheng himself.

It was said that after waking up from the car accident, Fu Yunzheng’s methods became even more ruthless, and he acted more capriciously, his mood unpredictable. One second he could be all smiles, and the next, he would bankrupt several companies. As for those who had crossed him, he showed no mercy at all, not even sparing his own relatives in the Fu family, having the security throw them out at a moment’s notice.

Fu Yunzheng practically had a stranglehold on the life and death of all businesses in Feng City. No wonder Wang Wuchuan said that only he could ensure Yu He’s safety.

The estate was vast, with lush greenery all around. The moonlight on this autumn night was bright, casting a somewhat eerie and chilling glow on the trees.

Yu He couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild. With such high walls and deep courtyards, he had no idea about Fu Yunzheng’s peculiar hobbies. If Fu were to enjoy activities like playing with swords or guns, or anything else that went against socialist core values, Yu He would be truly helpless, with neither heaven nor earth responding to his calls.

Belatedly, Yu He started to feel a bit nervous.

The car gradually came to a stop. A four-story villa, as grand as a castle, stood before him, with two rows of attendants lined up at the front, numbering over twenty people.

My god, there’s no way to run from this; perhaps it’s more prudent to just lie low and stay put.

As Yu He sat in the car, he took a deep breath. Before he could even lift a finger, a man, who looked very much like a butler, bowed gracefully and opened the car door for him, inviting him to step out.

The butler was neither servile nor overbearing, “Young Master Yu, hello. My name is Zhang Shan, and I am the butler here. You may call me Xiao Zhang.”

The man before him had slightly graying temples, appearing to be older than Yu He's foster father.

Yu He rarely took a stand like this, rapidly sorting out the hierarchy in his mind: "Uncle Zhang."

Zhang Shan's slightly drooping gaze lifted, settling on the young man.

Upon seeing Yu He's face clearly, Zhang Shan had an almost imperceptible moment of stunned silence—his first thought was how good-looking the boy was, and his second was how incredibly young.

Yu He was quite tall, standing over 180 cm, dressed in a standard white shirt and black trousers. He carried the unique lankiness of youth on his frame, like a tender bamboo shoot growing too quickly, unstoppable in its reach for height, yet robust with vitality inside. Full of life, youthful yet graceful, he was bound to soar to great heights sooner or later.

Such a young boy, his character still unformed, was at the age where he would be most frivolous and fond of play; how could he endure the quietude of a private residence?

Settling his mind, Zhang Shan pushed open the heavy double doors, leading Yu He into the villa. The rows of attendants behind them gave a slight bow to Yu He, took three neat steps back, turned, and left, returning to the separate villas where the staff resided.

As the door opened, Yu He first smelled the fragrance of sandalwood before seeing the rosewood entrance cabinet crafted at the doorway.

Zhang Shan told Yu He, “Mr. Fu doesn’t like to have people attending to him in the villa at night. If you’re hungry or need anything else, just use the internal line phone.”

Walking through a hall of dozens of square meters, they arrived at another door.

Before opening the door, Zhang Shan spoke in a low voice, “Mr. Fu’s legs aren’t in great condition; I’d appreciate it if you could keep a close eye on him.”

Pushing open the door, Yu He finally saw Fu Yunzhen.

Fu Yunzhen was dressed in a dark gray tailored suit, sitting upright in a wheelchair.

The Fu family’s villa was truly vast; standing at the door, Yu He and Fu Yunzhen in the living room were more than ten meters apart. At such a distance, Yu He couldn’t make out Fu Yunzhen’s features.

Fu Yunzhen remained silent, leaving Yu He somewhat uncertain, involuntarily turning back to look at Zhang Shan.

Zhang Shan gave a slight bow to Fu Yunzhen, then said in a low voice to Yu He, “Go on.” Afterward, he exited the living room, even taking care to close the door behind him.

Feeling somewhat uneasy, Yu He nevertheless walked toward Fu Yunzhen.

Fu Yunzhen had paid to free him from Jinse Terrace. Although it was left unspoken, they both understood each other’s expectations; Yu He was well aware of what Fu Yunzhen wanted him to do.

When he was about five or six meters away from Fu Yunzhen, the latter suddenly spoke: "Stop."

Yu He halted his steps. Now close enough, Yu He could finally see Fu Yunzhen’s face clearly. He had thought that someone with Fu Yunzhen's status and power would be a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.

The person before me is extremely young and radiates an overpowering presence, with a handsome face.

At first glance, he appears somewhat fierce, with sword-like eyebrows extending into his temples, a high-bridged nose, pale complexion, and deep, dark eyes and brows, creating a distinct sharpness. His emaciated appearance suggests he is recovering from a severe illness, but even seated in a wheelchair, it's evident he has an exceptional physique, embodying a grand and imposing man.

The dark suit fits him perfectly, and on Fu Yunzheng's frame, he doesn’t look like a business tycoon, but more like a male star attending a film festival.

So young, is this really Fu Yunzheng?

Yu He unconsciously furrowed his brows, his face showing a hint of confusion.

Fu Yunzheng silently locked eyes with Yu He, and upon seeing the expression on Yu He's face, the fingers resting on his leg involuntarily curled, followed by a downturn of his lips, revealing his displeasure.

Fu Yunzheng's eyes and brows were sharp, and his demeanor domineering. His face turned slightly gloomy after his countenance fell.

He looked at Yu He indifferently, instructing, "Come here."

Yu He tried hard to read Fu Yunzheng’s facial expression.

Unfortunately, with his limited ability to read people, he was utterly unable to interpret Fu Yunzheng's thoughts.

Yu He cautiously asked, "Should I walk over?"

Seated in his wheelchair, Fu Yunzheng looked up at Yu He, his gaze sharp as a laser, and asked emotionlessly in return, “What else? Crawl over?”

His voice was cold and deep, and the rhetorical question was delivered in a declarative tone.

Hence, the sentence transformed in Yu He’s ears into:

“Otherwise, crawl over.”

Yu He: !!!

Crawl over?

This is bad; I’m kneeling as soon as I arrive.

The big shot’s unique preferences might be very unfavorable for me.

When it comes to things he doesn't understand, Yu He's approach is to remain respectful. If Fu Yunzheng needs it, Yu He is willing to kowtow on the spot.

Yu He thought: The big shot is sitting in a wheelchair, and I am standing; could it be that he isn’t used to looking up at people? But it’s not my fault for being so tall.

Oh, so that's why he should crawl over; kneeling down would make him shorter than Fu Yunzheng, right?

The big boss truly has a keen insight and profound thoughts.

After convincing himself, Yu He took a half step back and knelt down.

Fu Yunzheng, with his keen insight and profound thoughts: “???”

Fu Yunzheng’s long eyebrows twitched slightly, but in the end, he said nothing. Although he didn’t understand Yu He’s actions, he maintained respect for them.

The tiles were somewhat cold, and the chill quickly penetrated through his trousers to his knees, but Yu He didn’t mind. He supported himself with his hands on the ground and crawled over.

Seeing this, Fu Yunzheng realized that Yu He had misunderstood his words. Pointing it out at this moment would only make things more awkward for Yu He.

To take care of Yu He’s already tense emotions, Fu Yunzheng chose to remain silent. Between making Yu He feel embarrassed and making himself seem perverse, Fu Yunzheng clenched his teeth and chose the latter.

Yu He, with his head lowered, didn’t see Fu Yunzheng's tight lips.

He was very close to Fu Yunzheng and quickly crawled to his side. Kneeling on the ground and sitting back on his heels, he looked up at Fu Yunzheng, waiting for the next command.

Fu Yunzheng’s suit was very smooth, his shoulders were straight, there was a hint of dampness in his hair behind his ears, and Yu He also smelled a faint scent of soap.

It didn’t seem like any high-end luxury brand; it was the scent of the most common white soap, and it was one of the few scents that Yu He really liked.

Although Yu He was still kneeling on the ground, this didn’t hinder his growing fondness for Fu Yunzheng.

Fu Yunzheng's voice was cold and somewhat hoarse: “What are you looking at?”

Yu He was a bit nervous, and his mouth moved faster than his brain, directly revealing what he was thinking.

Yu He said: “Nothing, you smell nice.”

Fu Yunzheng clenched his fingers around the edge of his pants for a moment, the antique watch on his wrist glinting brightly. He quickly let go and said indifferently, “I just took a bath.”

“Hmm.” Yu He responded and straightened up slightly: “I saw your hair is still not completely dry, do you need help blowing it?”

This time Fu Yunzheng managed to restrain himself from gripping the edge of his pants.

Zhang Shan was right; Yu He was too young.

The young man carries with him an unstoppable sharpness, not needing any testing or pulling, he comes straight forward, like a cold-front dagger, easily breaking through all disguises.

“No need,” Fu Yunzheng said, “Go back to your room.”

The villa was very quiet, with only the slight noise of the wheelchair moving.

Fu Yunzheng maneuvered the wheelchair toward the elevator. The electric wheelchair was very smart, equipped with excellent obstacle avoidance functions. The smart panel included all the locations of the entire estate.

This villa was vast, with four floors above ground and two below, each floor spanning over a thousand square meters. However, as long as one was in this villa, no matter where, as soon as the user selected a location, the electric wheelchair could automatically move forward to the destination.

Yu He stood up and followed behind Fu Yunzheng.

On the elevator, Fu Yunzheng said, “My room is upstairs, and so is yours.”

Yu He nodded, then quickly realized that Fu Yunzheng couldn't see him, so he said, “Okay, boss.”

Fu Yunzheng: "......"

The elevator doors opened, and Fu Yunzheng led Yu He to the bedroom door.

“This is my bedroom,” Fu Yunzheng pressed down on the handle, pushing the door open. In that moment, the lights in the room automatically turned on, and the electric curtains also closed.

Perhaps because Fu Yunzheng’s legs were not convenient, there were many smart items in the bedroom, and sharp areas like the foot of the bed were wrapped in bumper guards.

The furniture was specially made; the desks were narrower, and the shelves were all empty. Everything was taken down, and all items were placed within Fu Yunzheng's reach.

Yu He walked into the room, and without knowing what Fu Yunzheng pressed, the bedroom door automatically closed, making a crisp sound.

This was a suite, with a study and bathroom outside, and the bedroom inside.

Following Fu Yunzheng into the bedroom, what caught the eye the most was the big bed, measuring 2 meters by 2 meters—

And the rings hanging down from the ceiling at the head of the bed.

Seeing those rings, Yu He almost lost his composure.

Was Fu Yunzheng going to use those rings on himself?

That's truly... perseverance despite disability.

This really is a test of arm strength, isn’t it?