Sugar Baby Chapter 2

Fu Ruien this b.a.s.t.a.r.d took a fancy to Qiu Qiu, so he decided that he must possess him.

Fu Ruien kept pretty boys [1] before and his tastes had remained unchanged for ten years. These pretty boys all came out of the same mold: white s.h.i.+rt, sneakers, short black hair, and a straight back. They're placed on a stock shelf in a way similar to Barbie dolls, brought back home only to play house.

At first, everyone thought he was an old cow eating young gra.s.s. Later, rumors said that Fu Ruien had an unforgettable first love and everyone started praising him for his unforgettable feelings instead.

But those boys were all actively sent to his door. Qiu Qiu was not the same. Qiu Qiu was the first person to move Fu Ruien's heart and make him want to take initiative in taking care of the boy.

Upon finding someone they're attracted to, the average person's first thought is how to "chase" them. However, Fu Ruien was used to using money to solve problems. Not to mention, he's nearing forty, lacking time, feelings, and energy to court this young male, so he thought to rely on "providing" [2] for him to define their relations.h.i.+p.

Isn't this type of relations.h.i.+p great?

One person pays money, one person pays love. Say start and it starts, say end and it'll end. Moreover, the decision was laid solely in his hand.

He ordered the secretary to check Qiu Qiu's family background, even though the secretary never attempted this kind of immoral business. On one hand, he scolded Fu Ruien in his heart, but on the other hand, he cautiously went to investigate.

Three days later, the secretary placed information about Qiu Qiu's family situation on a twenty page file and handed it over nervously. Truthfully speaking, Qiu Qiu's family situation was…..not that great to report.

The Qiu family's finances showed that they were well-off, neither rich nor poor, and all its members were teachers. It was a family with great literary reputation. Father Qiu was fascinated with Chinese and had compiled dictionaries (with words) and dictionaries (with phrases), and even an encyclopedic dictionary. Even elementary language books had his name printed on the cover. Meanwhile, Mother Qiu was a strong, independent woman who was currently the Dean of the Confucius Inst.i.tute.

Ever since childhood, Qiu Qiu had excelled in everything. His looks were top-notch, his achievements were top-notch, and he had never taken a wrong step in life. In fact, wherever he did step was always the focus point for others.

The secretary attempted to give well-meaning and earnest advice. "Boss, this boy really wouldn't be easy to claim……"

The boy had no shortage of money to spend and was spending his days happily. Wouldn't he have a hole in his head if he let an old man "keep" him, ah?

Fu Ruien thought for a bit and said, "then I'll let him keep me."

"……"

"Make an appointment with him at the coffee shop near the campus entrance. Say that I think he's very talented, so I want to sponsor his scholars.h.i.+p in private."

"……Boss, can this really be done?"

"Who doesn't love money?" Fu Ruien asked bluntly.

Yes, who doesn't love money ah. Qiu Qiu heard that some old big shot wanted to sponsor his scholars.h.i.+p and delightedly arrived. Once he came upon the coffee shop, he discovered that his sponsor was not old at all, but rather handsome and mature. Qiu Qiu's pair of eyes immediately stuck to him.

Don't look at Fu Ruien's black heart; this despicable beast dressed in clothes had an appearance that's just undebatable. His demeanor and extraordinary instrumentation showed the perfection of successful people. Qiu Qiu was only twenty-one, where would he have ever seen such an elder with such inner strength? Little words were said and already his thoughts were gone.

Fu Ruien looked at Qiu Qiu's bashful demeanor and proudly thought the matter was already accomplished.

Qiu Qiu looked at him, and looked again. In his heart, he thought, "how good would it be if my dad had half the hairline Boss Fu has." 

When the two started talking, they were face to face across the coffee table. n.o.body knew when it happened, but Qiu Qiu had at some point, moved to sit next to Fu Ruien.

In fact, Fu Ruien thought that this distance was still too far. He wished Qiu Qiu was sitting in his lap instead.

Fu Ruien then felt that the time was ripe and put his hand gently on the back of Qiu Qiu's hand, his eyes looking at him intensely. He didn't say a word and only gave a deep smile.

Qiu Qiu was fl.u.s.tered by Fu Ruien's stare and gave a foolish laugh. The right side of his face showed a deep dimple, which was especially cute. He had absolutely no idea that he was taken advantage of by this old uncle and even felt that holding hands between two men wasn't anything special.

"In fact, I saw you at the opening ceremony. At the time you pushed a cart of flowers past me, but even the fragrance of flowers don't smell as good as you do."

This statement was already very explicit.

As it happened, Qiu Qiu didn't understand and still modestly replied. "You're too kind. That day I was using Six Spirits Perfume, which was Jasmine scented."

"……" Fu Ruien changed the subject. "You're a smart child, you should know why I called you out privately in this manner and why I'm talking with you so much, right?"

"I understand." Qiu Qiu then thought, didn't you say you wanted to sponsor my scholars.h.i.+p?

"Then you agree?"

Qiu Qiu nodded lovably. He was an overall beautiful person but his eyes were especially beautiful, resembling a pair of gla.s.s beads. They were clear to the point they could gaze into people's souls.

The type Fu Ruien was looking for was exactly this outspoken, honest, and obedient child. Sometimes he spoke foolishly, but it was good that he was a bit foolish. Fu Ruien was looking for a little darling, not an old wife who would nag him about this and that every day. Too noisy.

At that point in time, Fu Ruien couldn't wait to bring Qiu Qiu to the lover's hotel nearby and □□ him on the spot, but before he could make a move, the secretary called and notified him of an overseas meeting that Fu Ruien needed to manage.

Fu Ruien wasn't the type of person to wallow in the arms of his lover and forget his work. How could he keep his lover if he didn't have money? So Fu Ruien hastily put on his coat and left. Before he left, he quickly fished out his credit card as the keeper's fee, and slid it over to Qiu Qiu.

Qiu Qiu had never seen a black and gold card before and excitedly took it in hand to look at it this way and that way, until he remembered he never asked how much the scholars.h.i.+p was.

Fu Ruien's card naturally had no limit to it's swipes, but he was afraid of spoiling this boy's appet.i.te so he deliberately set a limit. "Fifty thousand." Fifty thousand a month for whatever he wanted.

Qiu Qiu thought it was fifty thousand-year type of scholars.h.i.+p. Goodness, it was more than the national award!

"What's the pa.s.sword?" he also asked.

"My birthday."

"Then what's your birthday?" Qiu Qiu asked unhesitantly.

"……Look it up yourself." [3]

Fu Ruien was busy with work and Qiu Qiu was busy with school to the point the two barely saw each other twice a month. Every time the two met, it was always at Xiang Jiang Villa. Fu Ruien always had various reasons he couldn't stay overnight. Since he was so busy, Qiu Qiu always played the guitar for him, cooked for him, and entertained him with some interesting stories.

Qiu Qiu thought that he was warm heartedly doing charity work as he concerned himself with this middle-aged old man. On the other hand, Fu Ruien thought that Qiu Qiu was fawning over him. 

And just like this, because of Fu Ruien's excessive arrogance and Qiu Qiu's excessive slowness, the two co-existed on a give-and-take relations.h.i.+p for a good few months without clarifying the nature of this relations.h.i.+p.

The result was three months of turmoil that exploded today.

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Fu Ruien suppressed his anger and finished his afternoon work before ordering the chauffeur to take him to Xiang Jiang Villa. Ordinarily, he would drive back himself but his mood was unsteady. If he drove, he was afraid he would crash into another car.

Disregarding his unsteady mood, Qiu Qiu was also very anxious.

How exactly did this happen? When did the considerate and gentle adoptive father become the keeper? How could he not sense it at all?

Qiu Qiu anxiously took a bath, anxiously put on a face mask, anxiously watered the plants, anxiously did the laundry, anxiously waxed the floor, and anxiously stewed a pot of sugar and white fungus soup. [4] He anxiously tasted it and discovered his skill did not regress. Finally, seeing that he still had time, he anxiously played a game of DOTA.

When Fu Ruien came through the door, he saw Qiu Qiu in the living room attentively swearing at the computer screen.

Because Qiu Qiu liked to play games, Fu Ruien equipped him with an expensive gaming set. Even the chairs were gaming chairs, each priced at a few thousand. However, every time, Qiu Qiu sits in a lotus position, ruining the purpose of this expensive chair.

Seeing him enjoy himself without a care, Fu Ruien's temper flared once more.

He threw down his coat and angrily said: "Qiu Qiu."

Qiu Qiu immediately stood up, body straight and tense to the point he looked like he was a military officer going through punishment. His hands were pressed obediently at his side, attempting to press down the fear in his heart.

"Daddy, don't call me by my full name. I…I'm scared," he said with his eyes lowered.

Fu Ruien was actually curious. "……How can you tell I'm calling you by your full name?"

Both p.r.o.nunciations of "邱秋" and "秋秋" were one and the same.

"I can tell by the tone. The tone you just used is the same as the Director……" Qiu Qiu said.

"……" Fu Ruien thought of the sixty year-old man at the opening ceremony wearing red and green, and pressed down the anger in his heart. He deliberately softened his tone, and tried again. "……Qiu Qiu."

"Ei!" Qiu Qiu answered happily, but the expression on his face twisted even more. "……This one sounds like my mom."

"……"

Footnotes:

[1] Pretty boy as in "小白脸." The direct translation is "little white face," explaining that this person has never suffered hards.h.i.+p before. It's a derogatory term for an attractive young man who's a sugar baby. A gigolo.

[2] "Providing" as in "包养." In the previous chapter, I translated this term as "kept." Might interchange it.

[3] He was pretty much saying "Google it" except with Baidu, the Chinese search engine.

[4]: Sugar and white fungus soup with goji berries. It's usually served in Autumn, when weather is harsh towards the lungs. It can be served warm or chilled, and is more commonly a dessert than a soup.

Qiu Qiu is so cute, such a nervous little rabbit haha.

Another chapter down the hatch! I think I'm getting faster but it's such a pain keeping track of how long it takes…but I've decided I'll update twice a week. Once Tuesday evening, once Friday evening, PST.