UAAG CH69

Beside the airport, ambulances and fire trucks were already prepared.

The huge aviation tires rubbed violently against the ground, spraying blindingly white sparks. As if in a fierce competition with the Grim Reaper, the massive aircraft taxied rapidly on the runway. If one looked closely, they would find its nose constantly swaying left and right.

Everyone’s hearts were in their throats.

Ambulances and fire trucks advanced at full speed, following behind the aircraft. The people in the tower also went downstairs and took cars toward the runway.

However, no one knew that at this moment, when everyone in the world had sweaty palms and rushed anxiously to this dangerous battlefield, the young man at the center of the battlefield was sitting in the wildly vibrating pilot seat. His left hand held the rudder, his right hand held the control stick, his gaze fixed straight ahead, his expression calm and composed.

The entire aircraft was shaking, the entire cockpit was shaking, but he sat steadily, firmly pulling the rudder, calmly applying reverse thrust just like any normal landing.

Finally, the front tire burst amidst the prolonged friction. The entire aircraft instantly lost control, turning wildly to the right. But Fu Cheng frowned slightly, his expression unchanged, and then, with the force of turning the tide, he pulled the entire aircraft back on course.

“Buzz—”

The behemoth finally slid onto the grass on the right side of the runway and stopped amidst violent bumps.

Fire trucks immediately began spraying extinguishing foam on the burning landing gear. Ambulances also followed up.

Fu Cheng sat in the pilot’s seat. Instead of unbuckling his seatbelt, he methodically followed regulations and procedures, turning off the switches of various aircraft components one by one. Finally, he closed the throttle.

Unbuckling his seatbelt, he opened the cockpit door and left the aircraft.

At the moment he saw the sky again, the dazzling early summer sun of Los Angeles made Fu Cheng squint involuntarily. In a trance, he saw a person pushing through the crowd and walking over.

Zhuo Huan grabbed him and looked him up and down: “Are you injured?”

Fu Cheng moved his limbs and rolled up his sleeves: “Hit something a bit during the final landing.”

On his slender wrist was a large patch of blood marks from friction. Following the scraped skin upwards, along the elbow, was a shocking bruise. The sudden violent impact caused blood to accumulate under the epidermis. The injury wasn’t serious, but against his fair skin, it suddenly looked shocking.

An indescribable feeling arose for some unknown reason. Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and swept a glance at the calm young man in front of him, unable to resist saying: “Can you fucking give a special reaction?”

Fu Cheng was stunned: “…?” He didn’t quite understand what special reaction was needed for this.

Before getting off the plane, he hadn’t realized he was injured at all. It wasn’t until Zhuo Huan mentioned it that he felt the stinging pain on his arm. This injury was really not serious; compared to some training during his service, it felt like a scratch.

Zhuo Huan couldn’t be bothered to scold this person anymore. He pulled Fu Cheng to the ambulance and said to the doctor: “Treat his wound.”

Treating the wound only took five minutes.

Everyone from McFly gathered around the scrapped landing gear, conducting data collection and research again. Fu Cheng shook his arm wrapped in gauze, walked to Zhuo Huan’s side, and whispered a sentence in his ear.

Zhuo Huan glanced at him and said to Johnny: “He’s injured. Find someone to take him back to the hotel to rest.”

Johnny: “Is strict examination really not needed? Our previous test pilot hit his head and had a mild concussion.”

Fu Cheng shook his head: “It’s fine, I know where I hit.”

Johnny immediately arranged for someone to take Fu Cheng back to the hotel to rest.

Sitting in the car, Fu Cheng looked back at the airport. He saw a large crowd surrounding the plane. There were too many people; it was impossible for him to spot Zhuo Huan among them. So he withdrew his gaze and opened his phone. Before he could do anything, a message popped up first. Fu Cheng was stunned for a moment, then clicked on the message.

[Zhuo Huan: So boring, where are you?]

The message was sent an hour ago.

…At that time, I seemed to be flying the plane. Didn’t Zhuo Huan know that?

Fu Cheng frowned tightly, looking at this message for a long time, and finally chose to close the message without replying.

The car completely left McFly Airport. On the wide and desolate highway, Fu Cheng lowered his eyes to look at his phone. The driver from McFly sat in the front seat, while he looked expressionlessly at the phone screen, tapping the keyboard word by word in the memo, inputting McFly’s confidential flight data.

Just as Fu Cheng calmly wrote down the important data he had memorized, in McFly Airport, a group of excellent aircraft designers gathered around the landing gear of this aircraft and began to discuss.

A designer said: “The landing gear of the F485, theoretically speaking, can withstand a speed of 150 knots and a weight of 540 tons. Even for the improved neo, although the landing speed is slightly lower than 150 knots, the weight is far less than 540 tons; its empty weight is 180 tons.”

Someone else said: “But the landing gear wasn’t completely scrapped. Look, the F485 landing gear only had a tire burst, and only one front wheel burst. Besides that, the landing gear is slightly twisted, but not completely snapped like the last test flight.”

“What do you think?” Mr. Renner spoke suddenly, and everyone silenced immediately.

Everyone looked at Zhuo Huan in unison.

Zhuo Huan propped his chin with one hand. Suddenly being called out, he tsked and laughed, his tone righteous: “Don’t know. But how exactly this plane was improved… makes me even more curious.”

Mr. Renner glanced at him and responded with a sneer.

That night, after Zhuo Huan returned to the hotel, he didn’t go to his own room but knocked on Fu Cheng’s door.

Their eyes met, and Fu Cheng took out a set of printed data materials from the study.

Fu Cheng: “It’s all here.”

Zhuo Huan sat cross-legged on the sofa and scanned all the data within three minutes. He looked up and asked Fu Cheng: “At the moment of landing and touching the ground, any special feeling?”

Fu Cheng thought for a moment: “Nothing too special, just that the nose landing gear suddenly reached maximum load, and the rudder was hard to control.”

McFly’s data analysts had already reached this conclusion through computers during the day.

Zhuo Huan became thoroughly interested. He threw the materials on the coffee table, smiling lazily: “Interesting.”

Fu Cheng glanced at him and lowered his head to drink water.

“What do you think is the situation?”

Fu Cheng’s voice was calm: “Don’t know.”

Zhuo Huan had only asked him casually. It looked like he was asking Fu Cheng, but actually, he was asking himself. He slowly leaned back against the sofa, his gaze gradually becoming long and profound, focused on an intangible point in the void.

In the room, only the ticking of the clock on the wall sounded softly.

Fu Cheng held the hot water cup, quietly looking at him.

Who knows how long passed, Zhuo Huan’s gaze suddenly focused. He looked at Fu Cheng, originally intending to tell him the answer he guessed, but his gaze stopped abruptly when it touched the young man quietly gazing at him.

It seemed that no matter how interesting the theory or how profound and mysterious the answer, it lost its meaning at this moment.

Zhuo Huan stood up, walked in front of Fu Cheng, leaned down, and kissed his lips.

“How is the wound on your arm?”

When the man got up and walked over, Fu Cheng never thought he would gently kiss him and then ask this question. The moment Zhuo Huan stood up, what he thought was: The condoms in this room don’t seem to be in the bedside table.

Briefly distracted, Fu Cheng lowered his eyes to hide the color in them, saying indifferently: “It’s fine.”

Zhuo Huan gave a soft “Oh”. Fu Cheng’s cold words made the inexplicable feeling in his heart vanish silently after suddenly permeating.

Zhuo Huan: “Pour me a glass of water.”

Fu Cheng got up to pour him a glass of hot water.

When he returned, Zhuo Huan raised an eyebrow at him: “All wings that meet the Kutta condition, after generating corresponding circulation, can calculate corresponding lift according to Bernoulli’s principle. The larger and heavier the aircraft, the greater the lift required.”

Fu Cheng: “Mn? Common aerodynamics knowledge.”

Zhuo Huan: “There’s a problem with the fluid viscosity of this plane.” He looked down at the data printed by Fu Cheng, his finger tapping forcefully on those black numbers, “Thor Renner is interesting. Even the maximum pressure that the F485 landing gear can’t withstand… in other words, to what extent did he increase the instantaneous maximum lift of this plane?”

Entering June, the improvement of the McFly F475neo landing gear was still progressing slowly.

McFly kept things hidden, only giving a required theoretical model for Zhuo Huan to improve with them.

Zhuo Huan didn’t care. Although not verified, he seemed convinced that the improvement direction of McFly’s new model must be changing the instantaneous maximum lift of this aircraft.

With a direction, he began to follow this path, pondering his teacher’s improvement plan.

Within a month, Fu Cheng conducted four more test flights. After the fourth test flight, the plane landed smoothly. But after Fu Cheng got off the plane, while unbuttoning his shirt cuffs to dissipate the heat, he looked at everyone in the McFly laboratory and said firmly: “No good. Being able to land smoothly contains elements of coincidence and skill. At the moment of landing, I felt its landing gear was at a critical point of collapse. Less than ten percent of pilots worldwide can achieve a smooth landing. And within this ten percent, if luck is bad, accidents will also occur.”

Mr. Renner frowned.

Zhuo Huan laughed: “The cost is too high; it’s impossible to use this improvement plan to design a new landing gear.”

Mr. Renner snorted coldly: “Continue.”

After the test flight, Fu Cheng left the laboratory and found a place to rest. He leaned against the wall, seemingly playing with his phone idly. Johnny glanced at him from afar and nodded with relief and satisfaction. However, no one knew that Fu Cheng kept memorizing the data from every test flight in his mind, then memorized it all and sent it to Zhuo Huan.

After inputting the last data, Fu Cheng checked it once and suddenly received a message from Su Fei.

Opening the message.

The punk boy sent six dots.

[Su Fei: ……]

Fu Cheng: “…?”

[Fu Cheng: Mn?]

[Su Fei: I can’t hold it back…]

[Fu Cheng: ???]

[Su Fei: Ahhhhhhh I really can’t hold it back!]

Fu Cheng: “…”

What’s the situation?

However, waiting for five minutes, he didn’t receive any more messages from Su Fei.

Fu Cheng thought for a moment and called him. Soon, the minor answered the phone, but facing Fu Cheng’s question, he stammered: “Can’t hold it back? Ah, nothing, nothing. Just, just nothing! Fu Ge, I’ve just been on vacation for too long, feeling suffocated! Yes, suffocated. Too bored, so thinking you are still working, so hard, just wanted to chat with you!”

Fu Cheng: “…”

Pausing, Fu Cheng: “Did really nothing happen?”

“No! Of course not!”

Fu Cheng raised an eyebrow.

At the same time, in the McFly laboratory, Zhuo Huan walked out of the laboratory with hands in his pockets. He walked to the entrance of the smoking room, pushed open the glass door with one hand, and took out a silver cigarette case from his pocket with the other. Pressing lightly on the side with his finger, a cigarette popped out, lit with a click.

Inhaling deeply, Zhuo Huan saw Fu Cheng standing by the balcony through the floor-to-ceiling glass window of the smoking room, seemingly talking to someone on the phone.

He narrowed his eyes, quietly watching the young man’s tall and slender figure.

The door of the smoking room was pushed open again.

Zhuo Huan turned to look, his disdainful expression slightly restrained, and nodded to his teacher.

Thor Renner rarely smoked. He was a heavy smoker when young, but as he aged, he slowly quit this damn thing. After walking into the smoking room, he didn’t smoke or speak, just walked to the bar and got himself a bottle of whiskey.

Zhuo Huan watched him walk over until he opened the bottle. He spoke: “Smoking hurts the body, doesn’t drinking hurt the body too?”

Mr. Renner sneered, not caring about Lord Zhuo’s concern that seemed to come from the sun rising in the west.

Adding an ice cube and pouring whiskey. Thor Renner looked coldly at his former student: “When are you coming back?”

Zhuo Huan looked at him and asked back: “When did I say I wanted to come back?”

Mr. Renner mocked: “Then you want to stay in that whatever UCG investigation team forever? Being a boring, useless air crash investigator? Really a waste, Reid. You disappoint me so much.”

Zhuo Huan said indifferently: “Oh, fortunately your disappointment won’t sentence me to hell, nor will it make me lose a cent.”

“Come on, salvaging that plane is enough to bankrupt you!”

Zhuo Huan: “I won’t go bankrupt.”

The white-haired old man laughed: “Can you last through this year?”

Zhuo Huan was silent for a moment. When he looked up again, he revealed that familiar confident and arrogant smile: “That would be truly regrettable. If I really go bankrupt, I can only go back to inherit the Patrick Group. I really don’t want to inherit the Patrick Group at all; it’s so painful.”

Mr. Renner: “…”

Fuck, this brat is still so annoying!

Mr. Renner coldly dropped a sentence: “You will come back sooner or later, and come back in disgrace. You want to design planes. From the moment you arrived at the McFly factory, you couldn’t help it anymore; the blood in your whole body is pulsing. Tsk, Reid Irvin Patrick, you can’t deceive my eyes. From the moment you stepped on Los Angeles soil, you’ve been thinking about coming back every second.” After speaking, he strode away with the conceit of a victor.

Just as Mr. Renner was about to leave the smoking room, Zhuo Huan was silent for a long time, then spoke again: “China has a saying: a good horse doesn’t eat the grass behind it.”

Renner stopped and looked back at him.

Zhuo Huan bit the cigarette holder, looking at him with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, blowing a smoke ring: “Don’t worry, based on your sentence just now, I will never return to McFly in this lifetime.”

Renner: “…”

Leaving a cold laugh, Thor Renner pushed the door and left.

After finishing the cigarette, Zhuo Huan walked to the balcony, just as Fu Cheng hung up the call with Su Fei.

Zhuo Huan asked lazily: “Who were you talking to?”

Fu Cheng looked up and answered: “Su Fei.”

Zhuo Huan’s eyes moved slightly, asking calmly: “What for?”

Fu Cheng shook his head: “Don’t know, he seems to have something going on, but refuses to say.”

Zhuo Huan changed the subject: “Oh. How is the data?”

Fu Cheng: “Just finished typing it all.”

Zhuo Huan: “Mn, then you go back to the hotel.”

Without extra words, carrying the lingering smell of smoke, Zhuo Huan turned and walked back into the laboratory. Fu Cheng watched his back, remained silent for a while, and also turned to leave.

Fu Cheng knew what Zhuo Huan meant. He planned to work overtime again tonight, so he let himself go back first.

Sitting in the car, Fu Cheng thought for a moment and sent a message: [Tell me when you return to the hotel tonight; I’ll send you the materials.]

It took an hour to receive a reply.

[Zhuo Huan: Mn.]

Until 2 AM, he didn’t receive a message from a certain man. Fu Cheng fell asleep lying on the sofa. After waking up in the morning, he opened his phone and saw that Zhuo Huan had sent a message at 3 o’clock.

After washing up, hesitating for a few seconds, Fu Cheng took the materials and knocked on Zhuo Huan’s door.

He originally thought this man should be sleeping, but unexpectedly, the door opened a few seconds later. The moment the door opened, the strong, choking smell of smoke made Fu Cheng frown involuntarily. After Zhuo Huan opened the door for him, he walked back to the study without looking at him at all. After sitting down in the study, he remembered: “You brought the materials?”

Fu Cheng put the materials on the desk and asked: “You haven’t slept all night?”

Zhuo Huan sneered: “He provoked me.”

Fu Cheng: “…What?”

Zhuo Huan scratched his hair irritably: “Nothing. What time is it?”

Fu Cheng glanced at his watch: “Nine-thirty.”

“Fuck!”

As if suddenly installed with a clockwork, the man moved quickly. Right in front of Fu Cheng, he took off his clothes and changed into new ones extremely fast. Smelling of smoke all over, he looked up and asked Fu Cheng: “Got perfume?”

Fu Cheng: “…”

“Why would you think I have perfume?”

Zhuo Huan frowned: “Don’t have any?”

Fu Cheng was silent for a long time: “…I do.”

Fetching a bottle of men’s perfume from his room, Fu Cheng sprayed it on this man. Actually, Fu Cheng himself never liked using perfume. This bottle of perfume was a gift Lina bought for everyone while shopping before leaving Los Angeles for vacation. Everyone had a gift; Su Fei got the latest game console, Old Joseph got a fitness ring, and Fu Cheng got perfume. As for what Zhuo Huan got, no one knew.

Changed into clean clothes, sprayed with perfume to mask the smell of smoke, Zhuo Huan grabbed his hair in front of the mirror and tied it into a small bun.

Fu Cheng couldn’t help asking: “Are you going to meet someone?”

Zhuo Huan: “Ha?”

Pausing, Fu Cheng didn’t ask again, but Zhuo Huan understood his meaning. He hooked the corners of his mouth, giving a soft “Ah”, pinched Fu Cheng’s chin, forcing him to look up and meet his eyes. “That’s right, going to meet someone.”

Fu Cheng looked calm: “Oh.”

Watching the young man’s expression, Zhuo Huan narrowed his eyes slightly and patted Fu Cheng’s cheek: “Really want to fuck you right now.”

Fu Cheng turned his face away, dodging Zhuo Huan’s action, and asked: “Is the person you want to meet Mr. Thor Renner?”

Zhuo Huan fell silent. After a long while, he sneered: “Can I let him know I haven’t slept all night just to figure out what stupid shit he fucking did on that plane?”

Fu Cheng glanced at him and said no more.

The two went down the elevator together.

Zhuo Huan leaned against the elevator rail, hands in pockets, frowning irritably due to excessive fatigue. Through the reflective mirror surface of the elevator, Fu Cheng quietly observed him.

Zhuo Huan rarely dressed so seriously, tidied his hair so seriously, and sprayed perfume on himself.

His excessively superior appearance always made people forget his overly casual attire every day. However, after careful grooming, with a slight tilt of his head and a movement adjusting his mechanical watch strap, he was indescribably handsome and elegant.

This person might have really inherited his father’s genes.

Handsome brows and long eyes, a high nose bridge like it was carved, and thin lips always carrying a hint of mockery. Long, thick eyelashes blocked those eyes, but Fu Cheng knew those eyes shone like morning stars, containing the starlight of an entire universe.

Fu Cheng quietly gazed at that person in the mirror. Suddenly, Zhuo Huan raised his head, and in the mirror, their eyes met abruptly.

Fu Cheng didn’t have time to withdraw his gaze. Subconsciously, a look of astonishment appeared on his face, and then he quickly looked away.

The air was silent for a moment. In the elevator, only the sound of mechanical operation could be heard.

Breathing became heavy. Fu Cheng lowered his eyes to look at the ground. He heard the man’s smiling voice behind him.

“Fu Cheng.”

Then he responded calmly: “Mn?”

“Do you know when I first wanted to fuck you?”

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, thumping in his throat. Fu Cheng raised his eyes and calmly replied with another single syllable: “Mn?”

Zhuo Huan looked at his calm appearance and smiled: “JAL 917, on that plane test flying to the North Pole. You were squatting, applying medicine for me. Do you know what was written all over your face?”

Even his breathing was almost suffocated by the rapid heartbeat, but he knew this person definitely wouldn’t say anything good. Fu Cheng withdrew his gaze from the man, tone indifferent: “I don’t know, and don’t want to know… Mmph…”

A passionate kiss sealed this person’s soft yet ruthless lips.

Zhuo Huan clasped Fu Cheng’s wrists, pressing him against the cold elevator wall, lowering his head to kiss him forcefully. The familiar temperature and taste made his body respond faster than his consciousness. Fu Cheng opened his lips, tilted his head slightly, closed his eyes, and kissed this man in the descending elevator.

The tip of the tongue licked every inch of skin in the young man’s mouth, forcibly possessing, then leaving behind Zhuo Huan’s aura.

The two kissed passionately until their lips were red and swollen, colorless fluid spilling from the corners of their mouths. Fu Cheng lowered his head panting, reaching out to wipe away the saliva flowing down his lips, unknown whose it was. Zhuo Huan held his face, looking straight into the depths of his eyes, saying word by word: “Just like now, Fu Cheng, your face is written full of—”

“You really want to be fucked by me.”

“Starting from that time, I missed you. I missed you, missed you so much…”

Dense and gentle kisses landed on the young man’s slightly swollen lips. Clearly far less intense and bone-deep than just now, yet like a warm wind, it crashed into his chest. Fu Cheng couldn’t help looking up and gently kissed this man back. For the first time, he suddenly had courage, and suddenly really wanted to hold this person’s hand.

The elevator door opened with a ding, and both paused.

Zhuo Huan stepped out first, and Fu Cheng quickly followed.

Walking side by side, the sound of their footsteps echoed in the empty, dim underground parking lot.

A month ago, after Lina left Los Angeles, Zhuo Huan had been driving every day to take the two to the McFly factory. Zhuo Huan was born in Los Angeles; he was extremely familiar with this city, and everything went very smoothly.

Neither of them would delay work because of sleeping together. Fu Cheng put the matter just now behind him and saw Zhuo Huan’s Pagani sports car from afar. At this moment, a faint sound of high heels appeared in the empty underground parking lot.

Logically, this was extremely normal.

This was a hotel parking lot, and many white-collar workers from nearby high-end office buildings would also park here, despite the expensive parking fees. The appearance of other car owners in the parking lot was very reasonable, but somehow, a strange premonition flashed quickly through Fu Cheng’s heart.

The hand swinging the car key slowly stopped.

Zhuo Huan turned around and looked at the woman approaching them.

It was a gentle and beautiful Asian woman. She had long, smooth black hair and elegant, beautiful eyes. Because she was too thin, even with a height of over 1.7 meters, she looked as frail as a willow in the wind. Fu Cheng almost felt those thin high heels shouldn’t be able to support her weak body, but she just walked click-clack on high heels to stand in front of the two.

Then stopped, looked up, and gazed at Zhuo Huan.

Her eyes flickered, voice full of disappointment, she spoke: “Reid, when did you know your father found another woman outside?”

Zhuo Huan stared at her fixedly, then sneered: “Boring.” He turned to leave.

The woman stopped him, saying angrily: “You helped him lie to me!”

Zhuo Huan didn’t look at her at all. He breathed hard irritably and strode toward his car.

“That car was given to you by your father, right! You knew early on. He and that blonde slut hooked up long ago. You knew, yet you actually lied to me, you actually helped him lie to me!”

Zhuo Huan couldn’t bear it anymore: “Are you fucking sick!”

Smack—

A slap with full force hit Zhuo Huan’s face hard. Caught off guard, Zhuo Huan’s head was turned to the side by her hit, and a complete red mark quickly appeared on his face.

Fu Cheng was completely stunned. He took a step forward, but before he could act, he saw Zhuo Huan’s mother with red eyes, shouting in despair and anger: “I am your mother! I am your mother! Your father treats me like that, how could you help him lie to me, how could you!” As her voice fell, her eyes were scarlet, carrying a viciousness completely different from this weak face, raising her hand again to slap down forcefully.

However, this slap was blocked by Zhuo Huan.

He grabbed the woman’s wrist, slowly raised his head, and looked at her mockingly: “One slap is enough. Quit while you’re ahead, understand?”

Clear eyes invaded by intense malice and sarcasm, this emotionless glance from Zhuo Huan seemed to scare his mother. This outwardly weak woman struggled to free her wrist from her son’s shackles, but she fearfully discovered the difference in strength between men and women. No matter how hard she tried, Zhuo Huan held her arm expressionlessly, rendering her immobile.

The next moment, Zhuo Huan released her hand with a sneer and turned toward his car. He turned back, not to his mother, but to Fu Cheng: “Are you fucking stupid? Come here!”

Fu Cheng pursed his lips and followed.

The roar of the Pagani supercar engine shook the entire underground parking lot. After backing the car out of the spot, Fu Cheng turned to look at Zhuo Huan. He saw Zhuo Huan take a cigarette, light it, his eyes full of sarcasm and bone-chilling cold laughter.

The car was about to start, but Fu Cheng suddenly saw a woman in the distance spreading her arms, blocking the road.

She shouted loudly: “Go bring your father back! He doesn’t want me anymore; you have to help me bring him back!”

Zhuo Huan’s eyes widened, slamming the steering wheel angrily: “Are you crazy!”

She started crying, as if unable to hear Zhuo Huan’s words, repeating constantly: “He hasn’t answered my calls for half a month. He doesn’t want me anymore. Go find him for me, bring him back…”

“Move!”

“No!”

“You fucking get out of the way!”

“I won’t! You are my son; you must go find him for me! If you have the guts, drive over my dead body!”

The woman closed her eyes, shouting loudly like a madwoman. Fu Cheng suddenly felt something was wrong. He turned to look at Zhuo Huan, only to see Zhuo Huan’s eyes red, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly. The next moment, he gritted his teeth, let out a low growl from his throat, and slammed on the accelerator.

Fu Cheng’s eyes widened: “Zhuo Huan!”

The top sports car accelerated to the extreme in one second. In just two seconds, it could kill the woman blocking the road. At the moment the sports car started, Zhuo Huan’s mother seemed to realize something was wrong. She turned pale with fright and quickly ran to the side. Fu Cheng wanted to stop Zhuo Huan, but it was completely impossible to make it in time. He could only rely on Zhuo Huan himself to avoid this tragedy.

Zhuo Huan yanked the steering wheel hard, and the car crashed headfirst into a pillar in the parking lot.

With a violent collision, the car’s airbags popped out.

It took half a minute for Fu Cheng to recover. He looked up at the front of the car. This top supercar had been completely totaled, the entire front end raised up. He turned to look at Zhuo Huan again, seeing Zhuo Huan propping his forehead with one hand, head lowered, eyes closed, unknown what he was thinking.

Fu Cheng’s gaze went past him to look at his mother.

That woman had fallen to the ground. Her legs in a skirt hit the ground, both knees scraped and bleeding. Although just scratches, the wounds looked fierce. Her face was pale, eyeballs trembling in fear in their sockets, blood flowing down her calves.

Fu Cheng frowned tightly. He opened the car door, wanting to go down and help her up.

“Don’t open the door.”

His movement paused. Fu Cheng turned around to look at Zhuo Huan.

The man still had his eyes closed, his voice almost squeezed out through his teeth.

After a long time, Fu Cheng said: “She seems unable to stand up.”

“Need you to fucking care?!” Zhuo Huan opened his eyes, staring at Fu Cheng coldly with red eyes.

Fu Cheng lost his voice in an instant.

Long, silent stillness. The woman outside the car shouted in fear and hoarseness: “Monster, Zhuo Huan, you are a monster! You are not human… beast, you are a beast!” She stumbled up, the fear of almost being killed making her flee in a panic.

When everything returned to tranquility.

After a long time, Fu Cheng said softly: “Your hand seems to be bleeding.”

Zhuo Huan lowered his eyes to look at his bleeding fingers, wiping the blood stains on his clothes expressionlessly. Blood flowed out again as soon as it was wiped dry, so he continued to wipe.

There was a voice in his heart. Looking at this man’s face filled with hostility, Fu Cheng opened his mouth and still asked that sentence: “What happened to your mother? Her mental state seems a bit wrong.”

The action of wiping blood stains stopped. Zhuo Huan slowly turned his head to look at him. After a long time, he asked: “Mn?”

Fu Cheng was silent, continuing: “The relationship between you two seems not very good.”

Zhuo Huan gazed at him calmly. Fu Cheng met his gaze.

After a long and lasting gaze, Zhuo Huan hooked the corner of his mouth, revealing a sarcastic smile: “You care about a lot, Fu Cheng.”

His heart was choked forcefully. The young man withdrew all concern and said indifferently: “No, just saying casually.”

“Oh?” The deliberately dragged-out tone, amidst the empty echo of the parking lot, was like the deepest sarcasm.

Fu Cheng: “The car is broken, still going to McFly? You’re injured; treat it first.”

Zhuo Huan: “Fu Cheng.”

Fu Cheng looked up at him.

Under the dazzling white light of the parking lot, the man lowered his eyes, looking at him with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, using a laughing voice to say mocking and realistic words: “Do you fucking think that sleeping with me gives you the right to boss me around?”

Breathing stopped completely at this moment.

Fu Cheng quietly looked at the man in front of him eroded by endless malice. He opened his mouth and heard himself say in a flat tone: “No.”

Zhuo Huan: “Oh, speaking of which, do you know? My memory is very good.”

“Mn?”

“Everything, at most seeing it three times, I can remember.”

“So?”

“I read the victim list of Roger 318 eighty-seven times. The surname Fu is quite rare. I’ve only seen two in my life. One is you, and the other, right, seems to be on the victim list of Roger 318?”

Looking at the casual smile on the man’s face, listening to his understated words. Fu Cheng nodded and said: “Yes, that was my uncle.” After speaking, he opened the car door and stepped down, “Probably can’t go to McFly today. You are injured, and I just twisted my ankle. Teacher Zhuo, I’ll contact McFly’s people to ask for leave.”

Fu Cheng got out of the car and walked toward the elevator.

He had indeed twisted his ankle. It didn’t seem serious, but his walking posture was uneven.

Zhuo Huan sat in the car, watching him walk step by step toward the elevator. His gaze grew deeper. Just as Fu Cheng was about to reach the corner, he slammed open the car door, got out, and called him: “Hey, Fu Cheng.”

Fu Cheng turned around: “Is there anything else, Teacher Zhuo.”

Zhuo Huan looked at his indifferent expression. After a few seconds of silence, he sneered: “Nothing.”

Fu Cheng glanced at him, withdrew his gaze, and walked into the elevator.

The elevator door chimed, and the young man’s figure disappeared into the gradually closing gap.

In the dead silent underground parking lot, the man kicked the scrapped supercar body: “Fuck!”

In the elevator, the moment the door closed.

The piercing pain had been forgotten for a long time. Now, following the ankle, it crawled all over the body. Fu Cheng leaned against the cold elevator wall. He slowly raised his hand, covering his eyes with his arm. He couldn’t cry, but his heart seemed to have been hollowed out; there was nothing left in his body.

He had always known, Zhuo Huan had never been serious.

He liked Asian men with black hair and dark eyes. From beginning to end, it was so, and only so.

However, he still fell in love with this man.

From the first glance at this person in the military auditorium eight years ago, it was an eternal obsession and reverence. Not like, but deeper than like. He admired, believed, treating this person as a god for six full years. And then to love, actually very easy. He was like a traveler stepping into a swamp, sinking deeper and deeper, with no possibility of pulling out.

When the elevator reached the first floor, an old couple came in.

The old lady looked at Fu Cheng’s extremely terrible complexion, stunned for a moment. She hesitated and asked softly.

“What’s wrong, young man.”

Fu Cheng froze abruptly. After a moment, he closed his red eyes and smiled gently: “Nothing, just remembered some unhappy things.”

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