After Tang Zhiyu arrived at the café, he first ordered two coffees: a latte and an Irish coffee.
Then he spread open the two books he had brought. One was Naked Lunch, and the other was an English-Chinese Dictionary.
Tang Zhiyu was someone who enjoyed reading, and his English was passable. But this novel contained far too many unconventional depictions of relations between the sexes. He had to understand the exact meanings of certain passages, or it would be awkward if he revealed his ignorance while discussing them with Fu Guiyin.
Tang Zhiyu had only flipped through two pages of the novel when he saw Fu Zhiman approach and sit across from him.
He closed the novel, pushed the Irish coffee forward, and said with a smile, "You're still as punctual as ever. I ordered your favorite coffee for you."
Fu Zhiman shot Tang Zhiyu a sharp look, then sneered. "From now on, I wouldn't dare drink any coffee you ordered for me."
Tang Zhiyu paused, then asked with a smile, "Why?"
Fu Zhiman said coldly, "Because if I get poisoned to death, you'll be one of the beneficiaries."
"..."
Tang Zhiyu looked at Fu Zhiman in surprise, not understanding what he meant at first. But then something occurred to him, and he smiled breezily.
He was going to marry Fu Guiyin. Once they were married, he would become Fu Zhiman's stepfather. If Fu Zhiman were poisoned to death, then Fu Guiyin would indeed be an heir, and he himself would also share in the property.
Tang Zhiyu said, "She doesn't agree to register the marriage, so our marriage won't be legally binding—"
Fu Zhiman cut him off and said viciously, "What about later? Didn't she also have no plans to hold a wedding with you before? My mother has