Chapter 6

Chapter 6

The butler, Zhang Shan, brought in a ‘Nursing Agreement’.

This contract looked very formal, essentially stating that Yu He was to take care of Fu Yunzhen’s daily needs, to prevent any accidents when servants and attendants were not around during the night.

Yu He briefly flipped through it and swiftly signed his name with a flourish.

Zhang Shan glanced at Fu Yunzhen.

Fu Yunzhen pinched the bridge of his nose, “Yu He, don’t just sign something as soon as you get it.”

Yu He’s ‘He’ character was only missing the last stroke as he paused, pen in hand, and looked towards Fu Yunzhen, “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve seen you before,” Fu Yunzhen simply informed Yu He. “Paying to get you out of Jinse Terrace was my decision. You don’t have to feel obliged to be...”

Even Fu Yunzhen found it difficult to put into words the nature of the relationship between Yu He and himself at that moment.

A lover? A plaything? A pampered pet?

It seems any description would come off as frivolous.

Fu Yunzheng skipped over that word and continued, “You still have the chance to back out now.”

Yu He shook his head vehemently; the happiest time for him this year was the two hours last night. He really, really likes this job right now!

Fu Yunzheng lifted his hand, signaling Zhang Shan to speak.

Zhang Shan leaned forward, spreading out the contract and meticulously explained the traps hidden in its text to Yu He.

Yu He started zoning out upon hearing the second obligation of Party A.

If he was willing to study the contract carefully, he wouldn’t have been despised by his foster father to such an extent.

"...This is all standard contract trickery. For instance, regarding the payment schedule, it says: [The deposit shall be 20% of the total amount, with the balance to be cleared within seven working days from the termination of this contract’s services]. What do you make of this clause?"

Zhang Shan was very patient, guiding gently and skillfully.

Yu He never thought signing a servitude contract would require taking a class. Hearing the explanation made him space out, and he really didn’t know how to respond, involuntarily looking to Fu Yunzheng for help from the sidelines.

Fu Yunzheng’s face was expressionless as he simply said, “Pay attention and learn. Since you’ve chosen to be with me, apart from money, I will also arrange for you to have the position of Executive Manager at Fu’s Corporation. In the future, anyone who wants to sign a contract with the head office will have to look to you first.”

Nobody would want their private matters discussed by others.

By keeping Yu He close, he would inevitably learn many things about Fu Yunzheng. Offering the position of Executive Manager was a way to bind Yu He with power and influence, preventing him from spilling Fu Yunzheng’s secrets after a potential falling out.

This kind of relationship, based on mutual interests, was deemed more trustworthy.

People should be kept in one’s own hands to feel at ease—

The Executive Manager of Fu’s Corporation would certainly not casually discuss their boss’s private affairs.

Upon hearing this, Yu He immediately completed the character ‘He’ in his name, saying, “Mr. Fu, please spare me. Just giving me money is enough.”

Fu Yunzheng tapped on the contract on the table, personally teaching Yu He how to guard against being taken advantage of: “Then you won’t get any money.”

Yu He tilted his head in confusion.

This perplexed head tilt was very familiar to Fu Yunzheng; it reminded him of the pastoral dog he had adopted for two days before giving it away.

Fu Yunzheng said, "The contract stipulates that the remaining balance should be settled within seven working days from the termination of this contract’s services, but it doesn’t specify when the contract will actually end."

Despite facing a contract that might leave him without the final payment, Yu He didn’t seem to mind and even laughed, focusing on a rather peculiar point: “Are you planning to provide for me for a lifetime?”

A lifetime— young people always seem to throw around these words so casually.

These words seemed to sting Fu Yunzheng; he folded the contract in his hands and asked Yu He earnestly, "Are you sure you don’t want the position?"

Landing a job at Fu’s Corporation, even as a miscellaneous assistant, not to mention a manager, is something countless people would break their heads over trying to achieve.

Yet, Yu He casually refused, leaning back on the sofa, his eyes gradually glazing over: “I don’t like doing business.”

"What do you like?" Fu Yunzheng asked.

Yu He lifted his arm, mimicking a basketball shooting motion: “Playing basketball.”

Fu Yunzheng wasn’t asking about that; he spoke bluntly, "If you don't want anything from me, I can’t trust you enough to provide for you. A community of shared interests is more stable; otherwise, I can’t trust that you’ll keep secrets."

"Then just give me money," Yu He said nonchalantly, "I like money."

Fu Yunzheng didn’t see any desire for money on Yu He’s face.

Choosing a partner whose weaknesses you don’t know is very dangerous.

But Yu He was exactly to his liking.

Beautiful, good in bed, and carrying a uniquely attractive sense of gloom as if nothing in this world could catch the eye of Young Master Yu.

The proud little crane.

Fu Yunzheng liked watching Yu He's face, which seemed to care about nothing, become tainted with desire because of him; it gave him a secret sense of achievement.

Even more pleasing than acquiring a rival company.

After the car accident, Fu Yunzheng finally found some sense of purpose in living.

Therefore, he did not question Yu He’s claim of liking money.

Fu Yunzheng folded the contract in his hand again, tearing it from the middle, and said to Zhang Shan, "Uncle Zhang, draft a new contract. Just give him the money."

Zhang Shan took his leave, leaving only Yu He and Fu Yunzheng in the spacious living room.

The atmosphere turned somewhat strange again; Yu He was spacing out on the sofa, while Fu Yunzheng sat in his wheelchair.

A velvet blanket now lay across Fu Yunzheng’s legs.

Yu He’s eyes glazed over as he wondered, why cover the legs with a blanket?

Was it because it was cold?

Or was it a reluctance to let others see his injured leg?

Lost in his wild thoughts, Yu He yawned.

“If you’re tired, you can go back to your room to sleep,” Fu Yunzheng said. “You don’t need to be at my beck and call all the time. We only need to share a bed once every three days; you’re free to do as you please the rest of the time. I’ll call you when I want to see you.”

Fu Yunzheng handed Yu He’s cellphone back to him.

Retrieving his phone, Yu He ignored the string of message notifications on the screen. “I don’t have your number yet.”

Fu Yunzheng recited a series of digits.

Yu He was a bit surprised. “A landline?”

“I don’t use my cellphone much,” Fu Yunzheng answered.

Yu He raised an eyebrow, neither expressing belief nor disbelief. He pocketed his cellphone, commenting, “It’s a shame your mansion is so big. Otherwise, a single shout from you would be enough to summon me.”

Fu Yunzheng maneuvered his wheelchair, turning his back to Yu He. “I’m heading to the study to work now. Don’t feel restrained; you can go wherever you wish. Just ask the driver to take you.”

Zhang Shan happened to return with the contract just then. Yu He, still paying no attention, signed it directly.

Fu Yunzheng caught a glimpse of this scene and couldn’t help but pinch the bridge of his nose.

Yu He really wasn’t suited for the position of executive manager.

Are all the young heirs of today like this?

Zhang Shan handed the contract to Fu Yunzheng, who took it and subconsciously wanted to review it, but then he remembered Yu He hadn’t even looked...

Nevermind, he decided, and promptly signed his own name as well.

Zhang Shan stood frozen on the spot.

He thought to himself, it was already bad enough that Yu He, poor as he was, signed the contract without even looking at it. But you, with all your wealth, dare to sign a contract like that?

Zhang Shan was an old servant of the Fu family, having watched Fu Yunzheng grow up, and was one of the people Fu Yunzheng trusted the most.

After Fu Yunzheng became disabled due to the car accident, he spent a long time shutting himself in his room, unwilling to meet anyone. Zhang Shan was the only one he would talk to.

When Fu Yunzheng handed back the contract, Zhang Shan shot him a disapproving look.

It was as if he was reproaching King Zhou of Shang for being bewitched by Daji.

If a simple look could cause any turbulence in Fu Yunzheng, then he wouldn't be Fu Yunzheng.

Fu Yunzheng's face remained expressionless, as if he had just done something very ordinary.

Seeing this, Zhang Shan was secretly shocked and couldn’t help but re-evaluate Yu He’s position in Mr. Fu’s heart.

He slightly bent down and handed a black card to Yu He.

There was a sticky note on the black card with the password written on it. The password started with 19, clearly a birth date.

Yu He found this interesting and remarked, “So even big shots use their birthdays as passwords.”

Fu Yunzheng abruptly turned his wheelchair around, giving Zhang Shan a warning glance.

Zhang Shan was confused, not understanding why Fu Yunzheng suddenly got angry.

After Fu Yunzheng left, Zhang Shan began to show Yu He around the facilities of the villa.

The villa was indeed large and fully equipped, featuring a gym, a home theater, a KTV room, a bar counter, a card and chess room, and even a music room.

There were four collectible violins hanging on the wall.

Zhang Shan carefully explained Fu Yunzheng’s preferences to Yu He.

“Mr. Fu rarely wants someone by his side. It's really hard to come by,” Zhang Shan said gently, hinting that Mr. Fu was very concerned about his lumbar spine injury.

“Mr. Fu used to love playing the violin. But he doesn’t come back often, and he cherishes his violins, so he never takes them out. Now... the music room is left unused.”

It wasn't just the music room that was neglected. When Yu He went to the gym, he noticed that some of the equipment had started to develop reddish-brown rust spots.

"There's also a swimming pool in the estate. It's a bit chilly now in autumn," Zhang Shan said. "Wait till the weather warms up, and you can lie in the pool and watch Guanyun Mountain."

Wait for the weather to warm up?

Autumn has just begun. Waiting for the weather to warm up would take almost a year. Would Yu He still be here by then?

Yu He smiled, understanding the unspoken meaning behind Zhang Shan’s words.

Zhang Shan was afraid he would not keep his word and sincerely stay by Fu Yunzhe’s side.

He leaned casually on the soft chair, accepted the hot tea served by the housekeeper, lifted the cup, and toasted to Zhang Shan: “Uncle Zhang, before Mr. Fu took me in, I, Yu He, was like a stray dog that everyone wanted to kick. I am very grateful that Mr. Fu chose me.”

Although Yu He’s indifferent demeanor didn’t show any sign of ‘gratitude’, Zhang Shan couldn’t bring himself to dislike this smart and articulate child.

Perhaps Mr. Fu just likes the brazen energy in Yu He.

It’s as if he’s saying, ‘Even if the sky falls, I will lie flat, and the heavens will only serve as my coffin lid.'

“Young Master Yu, you don’t look like a stray dog at all. Mr. Fu is very fond of you.”

Zhang Shan smiled warmly and kindly: “Before you came, Mr. Fu was in a bad mood. Please be understanding if he shows a bit of temper.”

Transforming from the mighty CEO Fu to a patient who can only sit in a wheelchair, who wouldn’t be in a bad mood?

Yu He responded naturally and then took a deep sip of his hot tea with a contemplative expression.

As soon as the tea touched his lips, he couldn’t help but frown.

Forget it, too bitter.

Yu He turned to the servant and said, “Auntie, could you bring me a bottle of iced cola instead?”

The servant brought over the cola, with ice cubes and lemon slices floating in the brown beverage. Yu He thanked her as he took the cola, then said to Zhang Shan, “Uncle Zhang, I'm going back to my room to catch up on some sleep.”

Zhang Shan asked what he would like for lunch, to which Yu He responded that a bowl of noodles left for him to have as a midnight snack would be sufficient.

Such is the sleep schedule of young people; it's exactly as described online – stay up late at night and can’t get up in the morning.

Zhang Shan shook his head in disagreement, but also felt that since Yu He’s arrival, the entire house seemed to have gained a youthful touch.

Returning to his room, he drew the blackout curtains in the bedroom, plunging it into darkness, creating the perfect ambiance to induce sleepiness.

Yu He glanced at his watch. Breakfast, signing the contract, touring the villa—all of these activities, and it was only 9:30 AM.

10:00 AM was equivalent to 3:00 AM in Yu He's internal clock—a prime time for falling asleep. He pulled up a live stream on his phone, searched fruitlessly for his earphones beneath the pillow, and then it hit him: this wasn’t his home.

Right, he was home no more.

Placing the phone beside his pillow and lowering the volume, Yu He listened to the live stream host’s lively banter as he gradually drifted into a light sleep.