Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Yu He was completely inexperienced when it came to dealing with what was about to happen.

If Fu Yunzheng could only lie down... this position was quite complex, a more advanced theoretical course, which Yu He had not learned yet.

Planning to take advantage of the bath time to quickly catch up on his studies, Yu He unconsciously clutched the anatomical chart in his pocket.

Thankfully, Xiao Shen had brought him some cheat sheets.

Seeing Yu He staring blankly at the rings above the bed, Fu Yunzheng shifted uncomfortably and called his name, “Yu He.”

Yu He came back to his senses, “Boss.”

He always remembered the iron rule Xiao Shen told him: to always address the client as 'boss'.

Fu Yunzheng paused for a moment, did not correct Yu He's way of addressing him, and asked in a deep voice, “Do you know the rules?”

Fu Yunzheng was very imposing, giving Yu He the illusion of being singled out by a principal for a question.

Yu He straightened his back slightly and answered cautiously, “I do. Keep your mouth tight, and be resilient.”

A moment of incomprehension flashed in Fu Yunzheng’s eyes, then it returned to calmness.

“...Very well.” Fu Yunzheng moved his wheelchair to the side of the bed, his voice a bit tense as he instructed Yu He, “Go take a bath.”

Yu He, imitating the manner of a Fu family servant, took three steps back, turned around, and walked toward the bathroom.

The bathroom was very clean, with only common toiletries like shampoo and body wash on the counter, as well as a full set of unopened dental supplies.

Yu He turned on the shower, and under the cover of the sound of rushing water, he searched the bathroom for those 'uncommon' toiletries.

This shouldn’t be right.

Could it be that Fu Yunzheng thought he had already cleaned himself at Jin Se Tai?

But it's been over three hours since then; even if he had cleaned himself, he should be dirty again by now.

This is really strange.

Yu He stood naked in the bathroom, pondering for a moment before finally unwrapping the toothbrush, thinking to himself: "Well, might as well brush my teeth properly."

After his bath, Yu He wrapped a bath towel around his waist, took a deep breath, and bravely opened the bathroom door.

The moment the bathroom door made a slight sound, Fu Yunzheng instinctively looked towards the doorway.

"He’s so sensitive to sound," Yu He thought to himself, slightly stunned.

Their gazes collided.

The wheelchair was placed beside the bed, and Fu Yunzheng was lying on the bed, with a section of his clean neck showing from under the down comforter.

It seemed like Fu Yunzheng had taken advantage of Yu He’s shower to take off his clothes.

Yu He’s heartbeat accelerated, extremely nervous.

"This is really like a young bride being carried in a palanquin for the first time."

Yu He was on the school basketball team in high school, had an excellent physique, and was very confident in his appearance.

Therefore, he sincerely hoped that the big shot would be gentler on account of his youthful and beautiful appearance.

He glanced again at the hoist above Fu Yunzheng's head, thinking: "Just looking at these things, it doesn’t seem like he can be all that gentle."

Yu He had a bold guess in his heart; not seeing any cleaning tools in the bathroom, could it be that the big shot intended to do it himself?

"This is really like selling oneself; life is not easy for anyone."

"Forget it, don’t scare yourself. Fu Yunzheng doesn’t seem like that kind of perverted person; his eyes are very clear. Anyway, just close your eyes and the night will pass. Whatever Fu Yunzheng wants to do, just let him be."

"In a society ruled by law, he couldn’t really kill me, could he?"

Yu He calmed his mind, slowly walked to the bedside, knelt and sat on the bed, trying to make his voice sound more obedient.

"I don’t know what the big shot likes, but I heard that the 'little white rabbit' persona is fairly universal."

Yu He, in a falsetto voice, asked: “Boss, is there anything I need to do?”

Fu Yunzheng’s pupils were very dark. He looked up at Yu He and said directly: "I need you to speak properly."

"Well, this big shot might not like the little white rabbit."

Fu Yunzheng spoke with a seriousness that Yu He found indescribable. It was like the authority and dignity borne of a high-ranking leader or a teacher, an imposing aura cultivated by those long in positions of power. This feeling was hard to mimic, a kind of grace only a true leader could possess.

Without the need for harsh words or an imposing facade, his calm and steady tone was enough to make people unconsciously submit.

Back in the Yu family, even if his foster father smashed an ashtray on Yu He's head, Yu He wouldn’t feel this way.

This dignified and solemn presence was commanding and made people submit.

“Damn it,” the more Yu He thought about it, the more he felt that Fu Yunzheng was like the key between 'A' and 'D' on a keyboard.

Considering all the clues: the villa that kept no staff, the kneeling on first sight, the rings above the bed, and the dislike for 'little white rabbits', Yu He couldn’t help but preemptively lament for himself.

Since pretending to be a ‘little white rabbit’ couldn’t escape a fate of being skinned and gutted, Yu He simply decided to give up on the act and stopped speaking in a falsetto.

His own voice was very clear and bright, like a zither made of redwood, a truly vibrant and youthful tone. "Is this way of speaking alright, Boss Fu?” he asked.

Fu Yunzheng’s arm reached out from under the duvet, revealing a sickly pale color beneath the wheat-colored skin, with veins and tendons clearly visible. With no watch to cover it, the bony joints of his wrist protruded, as if on the verge of breaking.

Instinctively, Yu He cradled Fu Yunzheng’s wrist in his hands.

As their eyes met, Yu He felt a bit awkward. Would taking the initiative to hold the boss’s hand seem too eager? But Fu Yunzheng had a handsome and refined appearance, just like Sean had advised him, being able to please such a man really would be a score.

Yu He cleared his throat and, without thinking, tightened his grip on the wrist in his palm, saying, “What do you need? I can get it for you.”

Fu Yunzheng didn’t pull his right wrist out of Yu He’s grip, but instead reached out with his left hand, grabbed the ring above the bed, and used it to help himself sit up.

Pulling up his entire upper body with one arm required a great deal of strength, causing the muscles in Fu Yunzheng’s shoulders and arms to slightly bulge.

It was apparent that Fu Yunzheng had been a man who valued exercise; his arm muscles were sleek, attractive, and not exaggerated—perfection that Yu He couldn’t achieve no matter how much he worked out at the gym.

These were the solid muscles of a mature man, achievable only after a certain age, just like a voice; no matter how much Yu He tried, he couldn’t mimic the milky voice of a child under ten, nor could he achieve the deep bass he truly desired.

Perhaps due to a prolonged time spent in bed, simply performing the action of pulling on the ring caused Fu Yunzheng’s arms to tremble from overexertion.

Yu He sat there stunned for quite a while before realizing that as a ‘plaything’, he should be the one actively helping his patron up, instead of holding his patron’s wrist and letting his thoughts run wild.

A lapse in judgment, indeed.

Just as Yu He leaned forward slightly, Fu Yunzheng had already managed to sit up by himself, leaning against the head of the bed.

Yu He: "......"

As Fu Yunzheng moved, the quilt on his body slid down, revealing his deeply sunk collarbones.

His figure was emaciated, a shadow of his former self.

Despite his large frame, he had become so thin due to illness, unable to walk, confined to a wheelchair. The injury must have damaged his lumbar spine; if it were just a disability of the legs, he wouldn’t have been unable to exert strength even to get out of bed, would he?

Yu He took another glance at the suspension ring at the head of the bed, bit his lip, and wondered if he was thinking too dirty, mistaking a tool meant to assist Fu Yunzheng in getting up for... something else.

All because Sean's supplementary lessons were too intense!

Yu He kept staring at the suspension ring, which caused dissatisfaction to arise in Fu Yunzheng.

Fu Yunzheng was very sensitive about his injury and illness. Those around him treaded carefully, avoiding certain topics when speaking.

He disliked being treated like a patient and relied on himself as much as possible, not wanting help from others. However, the damage to his lumbar spine had a significant impact on his life; it was not as simple as just being unable to walk.

Yu He, with his lack of understanding of the rules, was indeed a young master who had not faced adversity, ignorant of the ways of the world.

Perhaps choosing such a young boy to accompany him was not a good idea, but then again, since he was looking for company, why not choose someone young and beautiful? After all, both the young and beautiful and the older and ordinary would be after his power and money; it’s just that the older ones were better at disguising it.

In the half year since the car accident, Fu Yunzheng had changed a lot, and the disability had dealt him a devastating blow. During this time, he had found a relatively balanced support point amidst constant self-destruction and reconstruction.

He hid in the Yun Su private residence, avoiding the public’s gaze. Like a monster who chose to live in solitude, he only existed in the rumors of outsiders.

Staying in the Yun Su private residence for a long time inevitably led to loneliness and boredom.

Fu Yunzheng was not a saint; he was just an ordinary man who once had endless desires for money, power, and status.

Before the car accident, he could relieve his stress through sports, card games, travel, and other activities. However, since becoming disabled, Fu Yunzheng had lost interest in all of these.

Because whatever he did, it seemed like a constant reminder that he was disabled.

He was disabled and might never be able to stand up for the rest of his life, even though he had received the most advanced treatment in the world. Still, it did not have the effect of reconstructing his lumbar spinal nerves.

This was a problem that neither money nor power could solve.

If fate decided that Fu Yunzheng was to sit in a wheelchair, then he would inevitably have to sit in a wheelchair.

He had no other option; he had to accept this outcome.

People around him suggested that he should get something for companionship. Fu Yunzheng tried keeping a few animals, but found them noisy and bothersome.

At night, the little kitten couldn’t jump onto his bed. As it whined and rolled around on the floor, he was unable to lean down to pick it up.

Really, he couldn’t even take care of himself, how was he supposed to take care of a pet?

After much thought, he decided, if it didn’t work out, he could just keep a person instead.

People are better; they don’t need to be looked after, they can talk, and most importantly, all they need is money.

If only everything in the world could be solved just by giving money.

Fu Yunzheng looked down at his disabled legs and then glanced at the lively Yu He, feeling somewhat frustrated.

If Yu He knew that he was just quietly sitting on the bed, and still got described as ‘lively,’ he would surely have a lot to say.

Fortunately, he didn’t know.

Right now, with neither Fu Yunzheng nor Yu He speaking, the atmosphere suddenly became cold.

Since discovering that the suspension ring was not for hanging himself, Yu He felt relatively at peace with what was to come.

This has to do with human nature.

When Yu He agreed to sell himself, he was somewhat conflicted. But once he accepted a more terrifying way of being sold, the ordinary way suddenly seemed not so bad.

Could this be what Mr. Lu Xun referred to as the ‘house demolition effect’?

Pulling his wandering thoughts back, Yu He was just about to say something to break the stalemate when Fu Yunzheng took the lead to speak.

He asked Yu He, “Is this of your own free will?”

Yu He looked at Fu Yunzheng and firmly stated, “It is of my own free will.”

Fu Yunzheng propped himself up a bit more on the bed, also looking at Yu He, his voice low and pleasant, “If you can satisfy me tonight, I will sign a contract with you tomorrow, provide you with money and protection. However, no matter what happens later, you are not allowed to speak of it. Otherwise, I assure you, you will regret it.”

Hearing this, Yu He couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous again.

But Fu Yunzheng’s eyes were so clear, Yu He really couldn’t imagine any violent emotions showing in those eyes, nor could he picture a ferocious expression on Fu Yunzheng’s handsome face.

If that's really a possibility, consider it an experience for growth.

At this thought, Yu He smiled indifferently, “Alright, boss, I’ll do my best to satisfy you.”

"My name is Fu Yunzheng, don't call me boss."

Yu He promptly agreed, “Okay, then how should I address you? Mr. Fu, perhaps?”

Fu Yunzheng didn’t really want to hear the title 'Mr. Fu' in bed, as it made him feel like he was working overtime. He fell silent for a moment: “I am quite a bit older than you, just call me Mr. Fu.”

"Alright, Mr. Fu." Yu He placed his hand on the bath towel around his waist, his starry eyes landing on Fu Yunzheng's face, seeking confirmation: "Shall we start then?"

Fu Yunzheng didn’t speak, but just nodded his head.

Yu He untied the bath towel.

Yu He was young enough, his entire being brimming with endless vitality.

He leaned toward Fu Yunzheng.

Fu Yunzheng looked down indifferently, as if the sight of Yu He’s jade-like body did not attract him.

Yu He also wanted to maintain some composure, but the content of what he needed to say next was hard to express in a reserved manner.

He stammered a bit: "Mr. Fu, that, I haven’t cleaned myself yet, I couldn’t find anything in the bathroom, in the bathroom to...”

Yu He couldn’t continue, stopping to look at Fu Yunzheng, hoping this intelligent and wise man could understand his unspoken words.

Fu Yunzheng covered his mouth to cough lightly, his narrow phoenix eyes gazing at Yu He, not responding immediately.

Yu He felt a bit strange, not understanding why Fu Yunzheng suddenly fell silent.

He called out in confusion, “Mr. Fu?”

Fu Yunzheng shifted his gaze away, speaking calmly: “I’ve taken care of it already, it’s your turn now.”

Yu He: “!!!!!!!!”

Who’s turn? Whose???

Mine?!!!!!!!!