SB: Chapter 11

Nowadays, what kind of investments were profitable? Real estate was profitable, pharmaceuticals were profitable, the entertainment circle was profitable, and women and children’s goods were profitable. 

Enrui Group’s profit was made exactly from women and children’s goods.

(T/N: “Profit” could also be read as “swindle.”)

Fu Ruien basically belonged to the classification of “self-made” because his original family didn’t give him a helping hand, and even dragged him backwards by the leg. Back in the day, the Fu Family was affluent, but who made Fu Ruien an illegitimate child, a product of his father’s fooling around? Once the patriarch kicked the bucket, Fu Ruien grabbed a scant amount of inheritance, and was then swept out of the house.

He only had this little bit of money; at the shopping mall, he struggled until he was badly beaten before fortune followed. He stumbled upon accomplishment, acted without thinking, and started producing cosmetics and women’s fashion. Before long, he expanded to maternity goods, children’s goods, and infant’s goods, becoming a well-known brand.

(T/N: Metaphorically.)

There were people who looked down on him for selling “sanitary napkins and diapers,” but Fu Ruien would only laugh once, wait for the sun to set, and then watch these people go bankrupt. 

When he woke up every morning, Fu Ruien would always look into the mirror and see an overbearing chairman who kept his word.

(T/N: If he says it, he will be able to do it. Basically means he’s a capable, strong-willed person.)

——But don’t you think it’s strange that even though Fu Ruien decided he would fuck Qiu Qiu when he first met him, he had yet to kiss him on the lips even to this day?

For this sugar baby to succeed in a nameless broadcasting program, he smashed thirty million dollars at once. Luckily, this sugar baby still had a conscience and hemmed and hawed before saying he would visit him over the weekend.

Fu Ruien agreed happily.

The place they would meet was still Xiang Jiang Villa, and Fu Ruien ordered someone to clean the place beforehand. A trail of rose petals were spread from the entrance hall to the bedroom, a bottle of high quality red wine was placed on the counter, and an aromatherapy candle was lit while Fu Ruien himself was waiting in the living room in his bathrobe, his hair wet.

Fu Ruien thought that since he spent thirty million, then he had to do at least three thousand moves to earn back the price of the ticket.

……

When Qiu Qiu opened the door, Fu Ruien’s face immediately darkened. 

One look at Qiu Qiu’s left hand revealed a bag of watermelon and apples, and his right hand had milk and eggs. No matter how you looked at it, this wasn’t a sugar daddy visit, but rather a visit for the orphaned, the widowed, and the old.

Fuck.

Fu Ruien thought, for other people, the main point of a sugar daddy was the “sugar.” Only for Qiu Qiu, the main point was “daddy.”

Qiu Qiu took one look at the petals on the floor and another look at Fu Ruien’s exposed pectoral muscles. From his neck to his face, he flushed as red as a cooked crab.

They all say, a man at forty-one is like a flower. Fu Ruien exercised all year round and his body’s maintenance was extremely good. He had rock solid abs, his pectorals were solid as rock, and his whole body had contour lines that the youthful just couldn’t compare to.

(T/N: The more men age, the better they look.)

“Daddy……I, I think I’ll come another time,” Qiu Qiu said in a terrified manner on one hand, and backed away slowly on the other. 

Fu Ruien glared at him, and with this one look, Qiu Qiu was like a small dog on a leash who was dragged forward again by its owner. 

“Get your ass inside.”

With the bags of produce in hand, Qiu Qiu could only enter the house, stepping on the flower petals cautiously.

Fu Ruien didn’t have any thoughts to mess with Qiu Qiu anymore so he closed his bathrobe tightly, poured himself a glass of red wine, and sat on the sofa with his legs folded, minding his own business. He stared at the big child in front of him and thought that every part looked delicious, but there was not one part that gave a good mood for it.

The moment Qiu Qiu entered the door, he still felt terrified, but Xiang Jiang Villa was familiar to him. Before long, he relaxed his nerves and started to mess about in the kitchen.

Fu Ruien didn’t know how many forks and knives or bowls and chopsticks were in this villa, but Qiu Qiu knew.

The busy little bee first placed the milk and eggs into the fridge before he washed the fruits and started to peel them. It wasn’t long before a beautiful fruit plate appeared: the apples were cut into the shape of bunnies with their butts facing out in a circle. At the center were watermelon balls, scooped out and arranged, red as precious gems.

Qiu Qiu took the fruit platter out to the living room and offered it to Fu Ruien, a few drops of sweat still on his forehead and a fawning look in his eyes.

This fawning look really wasn’t the flattering type a sugar daddy would expect from their kept lover, but rather……but rather the type that came from an innermost heart that said, “I like you, so I want to treat you well.”

Only……this type of “like” was in reality, too pure.

Fu Ruien took the platter and with a silver fork in hand, unhurriedly picked up a watermelon ball and brought it to his lips. The plump red ball was lightly nibbled open, its juices overflowed, permeating the air, and in a flash, it disappeared in between lips. For a moment, Qiu Qiu saw God and almost choked on his drool.

At this moment, he was also holding the half of the watermelon where the balls came from, dug full of pits and a big metal scoop still stuck in it. This was the part that he planned to eat himself.

Qiu Qiu was shaken with an indescribable heat and could only lower his head, gorging himself on watermelon. The watermelon was too cold though, and after a few bites, he started to get hiccups.

Fu Ruien, for the lack of a better option, got up, took away the watermelon, and fetched a cup of lukewarm water for Qiu Qiu. After seeing him drink the water obediently, he then asked, “what exactly are you doing here?”

“……I came to look after you.”

(T/N: Could also be translated as “visit,” but the irony is funnier.)

“Okay,” Fu Ruien said. “The chicken paying new year visits to the weasel; only you would think this is reasonable.”

Qiu Qiu was open and guileless. He started a discussion in a small voice.

“Daddy, can you return the guitar to me?”

Fu Ruien raised an eyebrow. “You have fifty thousand now?”

“……No……think of it as lending, is that okay?”

Qiu Qiu’s original fifty thousand in red pocket money was given to Xiao Li as a “loss-of-youth fee.” Xiao Li didn’t want the money, only wanted the person, but the person truly couldn’t be given ah.

“The program team said, after I pass this part of the advancement stages, there’ll be a fifty thousand dollar award! At that time, I’ll have the money la!” he said, trying to curry favor by massaging his sugar daddy’s shoulders.

Although the program team promised to procure an instrument for performers in the semifinals that takes place ten days later, Qiu Qiu still thought that using his own instrument would be more convenient. A fifty thousand dollar guitar’s sound wasn’t anything special in the eyes of the audience, but this guitar was the one and only thing that Qiu Qiu got from Fu Ruien as a “gift,” and it was his very first professional guitar. To him, it was very important.

As Fu Ruien looked into the youth’s dark eyes, how was it that he couldn’t speak a single word of rejection?

“Wait here obediently.”

His words were impolite, but he still got up and went upstairs to go fetch the guitar. In the short days of Qiu Qiu’s absence, the guitar wasn’t placed in the basement, it wasn’t thrown into storage, it wasn’t left behind in the study or the guest room…..rather, it shared the master bedroom with Fu Ruien.

Qiu Qiu excitedly opened the guitar case and slowly, lovingly streaked his fingers across the guitar strings. He held it close like an old friend and spent twenty minutes tuning it.

“What are you singing for the semifinals?” Fu Ruien asked.

“《Wishing You Peace》ah.”

“……”

“Didn’t you say the other day to leave the song for my semifinals?” Qiu Qiu blinked innocently.

“……you’re taking everything I say for face value. I also said I wanted to bed you, so why didn’t you wash yourself and present yourself on the bed for me, ah.”

“But, but I already reported it. The deputy director already asked for confirmation a few times. He said that after confirming, I can’t change it.”

Fu Ruien ruthlessly flicked Qiu Qiu’s forehead. “Little brat, you have backstage people. If the deputy director won’t let you change it, isn’t it fine if the director does?”

Fu Ruien’s flick was quite impactful. He only flicked once, but Qiu Qiu’s forehead was already red. Fu Ruien was the kind of person with bad intentions, and he wanted to flick again so that Qiu Qiu would have matching lumps on his forehead. Unwilling, Qiu Qiu let go and dodged. As a result of his dodging, his cap ended up falling off.

From the moment Qiu Qiu stepped through the door today, he had always been wearing a hat. Fu Ruien didn’t find it strange because it was a fashionable hat that the youths favored, but who would’ve guessed that the moment the hat fell, it would expose such a thing——

“Why did you let somebody gnaw on your hair?”

Qiu Qiu covered his kiwibird head and said, “it was my dad who let somebody gnaw on it…”

His current hairstyle was truly a hindrance to his appearance. It’s almost like a “reversal” in photoshop of a “Mediteranean Sea” where the sides were bare, but weeds grew abundantly in the middle. 

(T/N: Remember when father Qiu was the one with the “Mediteranean sea” head? Hehe.)

Originally, Fu Ruien had some remaining sexual interest, so how fortunate for Qiu Qiu that with such an ugly haircut, upon seeing the kiwibird, Fu Ruien was stimulated in a way that dissipated any such feeling.

(T/N: Very sarcastic——)

……

Fu Ruien changed his clothes before he grabbed Qiu Qiu by the collar and stuffed him into the car. He personally took Qiu Qiu to a salon that he himself frequented.

This salon gave service for the wealthy, the powerful, and the famous. If the ones walking in and out aren’t political or economical celebrities, then they’re popular superstars. When would Qiu Qiu ever have gone to a place this luxurious? Just a flash of this scene was enough to dazzle him. He even felt that the doorman could play the second male lead in an idol drama.

Just as Fu Ruien was about to enter the shop, the salon’s head designer bent over backwards to come greet them.

“Aiyo, old Fu, where did you know this little brother? Look at his tender face, it couldn’t have been made from a snowman, ba?” The head designer was the type of man who dressed in a very neutral way. His hair was styled in a mini-bun with tufts of hair poking out the back in a very artistic way. Once he saw Qiu Qiu’s face, he had an urge to pinch it.

Fu Ruien slapped his hand as if he was protecting his food. “What little brother, we’re a whole generation apart. This is my son.” He pointed at Qiu Qiu’s hat-covered head and said, “he has to participate in an event in a few days, but his hair was ruined, so it needs to be fixed.”

The head designer smiled without question. He was 100% looking forward to helping the handsome little brother with a model hairstyle.

As a result, when Fu Ruien took off Qiu Qiu’s hat, the head designer, wanting to but unable to fix Qiu Qiu’s hair, wanted to knock his own head against the floor. “You might as well have brought me a Buddhist monk to work with!”

This person’s level of drama matched that of Xiao Li’s. With his one roar, everyone in the salon looked over curiously. Qiu Qiu originally already thought his own hair was ugly, but this time, he really wished the floor would just swallow him up. He was ashamed to the point he couldn’t even look up.

(T/N: “Drama” was written in English in the raws. Way to emphasize something lol.)

Fu Ruien pinched this drama king’s lips as if he was pinching a duck’s mouth.

“Alright, alright, stop barking. I don’t spend money to hear you yap.”

The head designer calmed down, grumbling as he took Qiu Qiu to the VIP room.

But even the cleverest housewife can’t cook without rice, and after a while of holding onto a pair of scissors helplessly, the head designer had to admit that even he didn’t have the type of experience to fix this type of mess.

“Handsome little brother, your face is beautiful, your head is shapely, so how about I shave you bald? Right now, young ladies love the bald look. It’s very fashionable,” said the head designer.

Qiu Qiu thought about it for a bit. “I don’t have any objections……”

The head designer excitedly grabbed the razor.

“But I’m afraid daddy might have objections……”

The head designer put down the razor.

Thus, after Qiu Qiu went in for some time, he came out muddleheaded, with a wig.

He took a look at the price tag on the wig and his heart felt crushed. He once again owed his daddy money.

(T/N: Original raws was “he once again □□ his daddy eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight.”)

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