Chapter 113 - 113 – Fang’s Dilemma

With the private island successfully bought, Ren was just like a big, satisfied cat, practically purring like their little Snow.

Fang, who was rather annoyed because Ren hadn't had any time to spare in the last two months, and more often than not, Fang had actually stuffed food into Ren's mouth while he was working away on his laptop with zero idea about what was going on around him. And the Thalassemia project had become a great success, too. The clinical trials had progressed without a hitch, and they were now preparing for the final human testing stage now.

Ren had also performed several surgeries by now – in fact, the Director and half the Professors were just itching to give him a medical degree and make him work full time as a doctor now! Wasn't this man wasted as a student when he could perform miracle neurosurgeries with the precision and skill of someone who has wielded a scalpel for decades?!

Everyone knew by now that while Ren could be roped in for any medical research projects – and more often than not, he would bring in amazing ideas on the table which would spur them in a new (and mostly successful) direction – Ren's real love and interest clearly lay in the field of neurosurgery.

Fang, on the other hand, was still undecided. He tagged along with Ren and was brilliant at everything, but he had not yet found his niche – or, perhaps, unlike Ren, Fang's specialisation could be anything. He was like a sponge – absorbing everything, and given his young age, it seemed that he had the potential to be an even bigger monster than Ren!

Ren and Fang didn't know that there was a betting pool at SIMS already to discuss which specialisation Fang would take up.

Fang himself was quite undecided, to be honest. He greatly admired Dr. Gordon and wanted to work him professionally at some point – but then again, he also didn't want to leave SIMS. Heavens knew what Ren would do without Fang monitoring him on a daily basis!

Currently, however, Fang pushed the matter of his specialisation to the back of his mind. He had a more important project – Ren's birthday was coming up!

And it was an important one, too. Ren would be turning twenty one! And Fang had missed Ren's birthday last year because the big dummy hadn't told him about it at all – and it was only much later that he had found out that Ren's birthday had passed without a peep from anyone. If it hadn't been for the whole hullabaloo about Ren dating a minor and everything that had popped up last year, Fang would probably never have found out when exactly Ren's birthday was and that he was only three years older than Fang. And after Ren had told him about his transmigration, Fang had also learnt that the original Ren and his Ren had the same birthday.

But Ren had made sure that Fang's seventeenth and eighteenth birthdays were memorable – and these two had completely made up for the lack of any birthday celebrations for all of Fang's life before that.

And now Fang wanted to give Ren a memorable twenty first birthday.

It was over a year since Fang had met Ren – and Fang didn't even want to think about how hellish his life was before he had met Ren. At the time, he had wanted to do nothing more than to sink in the oblivion of death.

And now – now he had a fiancé and four adorable babies and the warmth of a family and caring elders around him.

And all of it was because Ren picked him up that day.

"I assume you want to discuss Ren's birthday plans?" Pax said the moment Fang walked into his cabin at Sirocco's office.

Pax had not taken over Ren's cabin – instead, he had made one for himself. Ren's cabin was still reserved for Ren's use (and Fang's, when he accompanied Ren) – only the door plate had changed from 'CEO Ren' to 'Chairman Ren'.

Fang nodded and slumped into a chair across Pax. "I don't know what to give him," Fang said, rubbing his temples. "I've been thinking for days – but I'm drawing a blank. Are we throwing him a big party?"

Pax shrugged. "You tell me, kid," he said. "You're in charge of Ren now! What do you want to do?"

"What would make him happy?" Fang asked eagerly.

Pax rolled his eyes. "You give him a blank sheet of paper for his birthday – even that will make him happy if it comes from you," he said. "Honestly, I don't see why you should worry so much. That man thinks you fart rainbows."

Fang blushed. "But I want this to be the best birthday he's ever had – and I don't want to copy his idea of making it a treasure hunt like he did for my seventeenth one, and we announced our engagement on my eighteenth, so that's also done," he said shyly.

"Do you want to throw a big party, or do you want to take him out for a special day where you can pamper him to your heart's content?" Pax asked.

Fang thought for a moment and then shook his head. "I don't know, Pax," he murmured. "What would make him happier?"

Pax shrugged. "I don't know myself. The old Ren hated his birthday because of his adoptive parents – but your Ren shouldn't have that hang up," he murmured. "Well, you could give him some really cool gift if you want – something he would really enjoy."

Fang frowned and tapped his chin thoughtfully. Ren had been rather tired lately, hadn't he? So it would be good if he could give something to Ren that would help him relax.

And then Fang felt as if a light bulb had switched on in his mind! He had thought of a perfect gift for his Ren! It would help Ren relax when he was tired!

"What's the best massage chair available in the market? Can it be customised?" Fang asked Pax, his purple eyes shining with eagerness.

Pax nearly spat out the coffee that he had just sipped. Fang wanted to give Ren – a massage chair? For his birthday?

Well, Pax thought, it wasn't a bad idea, to be honest. And if Fang had it custom made for Ren, even that spoilt rich brat would moon over it. Pax knew that Ren was a total sucker for custom made things.

"I'll put you in touch with an exclusive designer," Pax told Ren. "They are very mysterious, though, and they take commissions only when it catches their fancy. Why don't you do your research first and decide what features you want in the massage chair you want to give to Ren? When you have a decent proposal ready, let me know and I'll connect you. Do keep in mind that this person may not take up the project. They are very mysterious! Even I don't know who they are."

Fang's curiosity was piqued. "What's their name?" he asked curiously.

"They go by the name of Miccan43," Pax said. "You may have seen some of their work before. I heard that they are also making luxury cars these days, which are almost completely automatic."

"Automatic luxury cars?" Fang's eyes grew round with wonder. "Will someone like Ren who doesn't like driving – will Ren want to handle a car like that?" Fang asked eagerly.

Pax shrugged. "I don't know," he said honestly. "You are the one that knows Ren best, Fang."

That statement made Fang feel quite happy.

Then he remembered something. It was all well and good for him to plan to buy these exquisite things for Ren – but where in the world was Fang going to find the money to pay for this stuff?

Pax seemed to sense Fang's dilemma and laughed to himself. Had the boy never checked how much money was there in his bank account? Just this quarter's dividends from Sirocco would be enough for him to buy a luxury car and two massage chairs – let alone all the other amounts that had been deposited in Fang's account for his work with Sirocco, his work in Dragon Nation and his work in Sand Country.

Pax wrote down a figure on a small piece of paper and gave it to Fang. "It should cost you something in this range – the car, that it. The massage chair should be worth about half of this amount. It may look expensive but every single piece from Miccan43 is worth its weight in gold," he told Fang.

Fang looked at the figure on the small piece of paper that Pax had just given him and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Pax frowned at the younger man. "Fang," he said seriously. "When was the last time you checked your bank balance?"

Fang scratched his hair sheepishly. "I – I'm not sure," he murmured. "Maybe last year…?"

Pax rolled his eyes.. "Go and check your bank balance, and then decide what you want, and I'll put you in touch with Miccan43 accordingly," he said.