That was indeed very impolite.
At a moment of vengeance like this, usually the finale of a show, Fu Qian's words and actions were practically the textbook example of someone who refused to repent even in death.
The audience would think death was too good for him, let alone the person on the receiving end.
And the protagonist of this revenge drama was already in a somewhat volatile state of mind.
"Haha, you're absolutely right."
Amid a steady succession of heavy crashes, more things came slamming down. As the chaos continued, Zhao Ran's laughter soon rang out again.
"But you might not know this about me: I hate presumptuous advice more than anything. So I've decided to sacrifice a little fun and not satisfy your curiosity."
But in the next moment, he changed tack, displaying a sincere contrarian streak. He flatly refused to go along with Fu Qian's suggestion and let him die knowing the truth.
"No, you will."
Unfortunately, for a professional exploiter of blood and sweat, this sort of petty moodiness was nothing new.
Fu Qian didn't hesitate for a second before offering his assessment.
"Interesting... You're trying to claim a little dignity this way?"
Normally, that kind of retort wouldn't mean much. But after a moment's hesitation, Zhao Ran reacted rather strangely.
To be specific, it was as if he'd realized the "real intent" behind what the other man had said earlier.
See? Everyone had their limitations, especially someone in this kind of unstable mental state.
Faced with this constant back-and-forth, Fu Qian couldn't even be bothered to manage his expression.
Once someone entered a Layered Cake state, no matter how you acted, they'd find a way to interpret it in their favor.
Zhao Ran's words had a simple meaning: he hadn't actually wanted to know Fu