Chapter 31: Want to Offer Myself to You

Chapter 31: Wanting to Repay Him with His Body

Fu Yan carried several large bags of clothes into Du Yang's room, took a step inside, and paused in surprise.

The room was brightly lit. The young man was lying on his side in bed, facing the door, without even covering himself, his eyes closed as if he had fallen asleep.

Fu Yan quieted his footsteps, turned around, and left the room. He placed Du Yang's clothes in his own room.

After putting down the clothes, he returned to the room and set the medication on the bedside table. His gaze fell on the sleeping young man.

The young man had his left leg bent, his bathrobe slipping off, revealing a smooth, fair thigh. The upper part of his thigh was half-covered by the bathrobe, tantalizingly visible.

Fu Yan abruptly withdrew his gaze, rubbed his brow, bent down, and pulled the blanket over the young man, covering the half-exposed view.

This kid really wasn't afraid of him.

The kid completely trusted him.

He hadn't even bothered to cover himself with a blanket, just fell asleep without a care.

Fu Yan sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the anti-inflammatory ointment from the bedside table, and squeezed a little onto the pad of his middle finger.

With the cool ointment on his fingertip, he gently massaged the red, swollen spot on the young man's cheek. The young man's previously relaxed brow momentarily furrowed, and his thick, dense lashes trembled faintly.

The touch on the swollen area caused a slight ache, making the young man restless in his sleep. Fu Yan applied the medicine more quickly.

After finishing, the young man's brow relaxed again. He didn't move, sinking into deep sleep.

Fu Yan got up, turned off the overhead light, leaving only the bedside lamp on. Then he left the door slightly ajar and went back to the master bedroom, taking the underwear Chen Miao had brought to the laundry room to wash.

The following morning, at nine o'clock.

Fu Yan, dressed casually, came to Du Yang's door and knocked softly. There was no sound from inside.

The man frowned slightly, pushed the door open, and walked in. The curtains in the room were tightly drawn, blocking the outside light. The bedside lamp was still on, and the person in bed still hadn't woken.

Fu Yan bent down, his hands braced on the edge of the bed, and looked down at the sleeping figure.

The swelling on his face had gone down a lot—the medicine Dr. Wang had given was very effective.

He gently pressed the back of his hand against the young man's forehead. His temperature was normal.

"Du Yang, time to get up."

Fu Yan called out softly, but the person in bed didn't react at all. He called again, still no response.

He reached out casually, grasped the young man's shoulder, and gave him a gentle shake. "Du Yang, are you feeling unwell?"

This time, the young man opened his eyes a crack, then slowly opened them a bit more, as if trying to make out who he was.

His gaze gradually focused, and he recognized the person. His voice was raspy with sleep. "Do I have to go to work?"

Fu Yan's worry eased, but a pang of sympathy struck him. Even while sleeping, the kid was thinking about work.

"It's the weekend today. No work. Do you want to get up and eat?" The man's voice was gentle, as if coaxing a child.

"I don't want to eat. Can I sleep a little longer?"

The young man's eyes were half-open, his tone almost pleading, with a whiny, coaxing tone.

How could anyone say no to such a sweet, obedient kid?

He must have been working so hard, and he was still growing. He needed more sleep.

Fu Yan's long, slender fingers brushed the hair off the young man's forehead, his voice soft and tender. "Okay, you sleep on."

At this, the young man closed his eyes again, shifted slightly, and soon his breathing became even once more.

Du Yang slept very soundly. He had thought he would have nightmares again that night, but surprisingly, he slept peacefully.

He only vaguely remembered Fu Yan calling out to him at one point, and then he drifted back into a deep sleep.

He picked up his phone from the bed and glanced at the time. It was already 5 PM the following day.

On the bedside table, two stacks of clothes were neatly folded. One stack was dark pants and a light-colored sweatshirt, and the other was socks and... underwear.

Du Yang quickly threw off the blanket—had he really slept that long?

The clothes still smelled faintly of laundry detergent. Fu Yan had even washed them.

Pushing aside his embarrassment, Du Yang dressed quickly and found a pair of gray slippers under the bed that fit perfectly.

He put on the slippers, went to the bathroom to wash up, and hurried downstairs to find Fu Yan.

The living room was empty. Du Yang stood there, a little lost.

Footsteps came from the stairs, and Du Yang turned, his face brightening.

Fu Yan was wearing dark casual pants and a gray sweater. Without the usual sharpness of his suits, he seemed more approachable.

"Finally up. Are you hungry?" Fu Yan strode over quickly and reached the young man.

The sweatshirt and casual pants looked great on him. Chen Miao knew how to pick clothes.

"I'm hungry." Du Yang scratched his head sheepishly. "Sorry, Chairman Fu, I got up way too late."

Du Yang felt a pang of regret; if he hadn't been so sleepy, he wouldn't have slept this long.

He'd overslept on his very first night at Fu Yan's.

"Since it's a day off, and you usually get up early, it's good to get some extra sleep." Fu Yan casually draped an arm around the young man's shoulder and guided him toward the dining room.

"Just sit and wait a minute. The food will be ready soon."

Du Yang sat quietly for a while, then Fu Yan came out of the kitchen with a clay pot of vegetable and lean pork congee, followed by a plate of braised beef and a steamed egg with clams.

"I made this. Give it a try." Fu Yan sat down across the table.

The congee had been kept warm, not too hot. Du Yang picked up a spoon and took a bite. It was fragrant, soft, and smooth and thick, with just the right amount of saltiness.

It tasted really good, not like the food from the employee cafeteria. Du Yang felt his appetite piqued, but one clay pot of congee was too much for him.

"It tastes especially good." Du Yang paused. "But I can't finish it. It's too much."

Fu Yan didn't push him. He got up, fetched a bowl from the kitchen, and placed it next to the clay pot. "Scoop some into the bowl, so you won't waste any."

Du Yang obediently used the spoon to fill a bowl, leaving about half a small pot in the clay pot, and that satisfied him.

In the end, Du Yang finished the congee from the clay pot, while Fu Yan ate the bowl of congee, and both dishes were cleaned up completely.

After dinner, Fu Yan took the clothes from his bedroom and took them to Du Yang's room.

"Hang these in the closet, they're your employee perks."

Fu Yan's tone was natural as he pulled a black mid-length down jacket from a shopping bag, unfolded it, and helped Du Yang put it on.

"It suits you perfectly, looks great." Fu Yan stepped back to admire the fit.

Du Yang knew Fu Yan said that to keep him from feeling indebted.

He didn't feel any burden about this—it also proved that Fu Yan was slowly letting him into his heart.

Du Yang looked up, his eyes sparkling with playful mischief. "Chairman Fu, you're so good to me, I'm almost tempted to give myself to you in return."

Fu Yan gently pinched his chin and lifted it. Fu Yan studied the young man's handsome face intently, his voice steady and earnest.

"Are you sure you want to offer yourself to me?"

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