Jiang Nan stood dumbstruck.
[Heh.] 771 sneered.
When Jiang Nan remained silent for a long while, Shangguan Feng frowned and asked patiently, "Don't you understand?"
Jiang Nan shoved his phone back into his pocket. "Forget it. I think we'd better not add each other."
Shangguan Feng was displeased. "Why?"
Jiang Nan said, "You're too trendy. I don't deserve to appear in your WeChat Moments."
Fu Jingzhou: "..."
Shangguan Feng insisted stubbornly, "No."
He took out his phone. "Are you scanning me, or am I scanning you?"
Jiang Nan: "...Either works."
In the end, Shangguan Feng took the initiative and scanned his code.
Jiang Nan's gaze rested on his screen name.
-Forget her.
Hmm...
How should he put it?
It fit this Mr. Tombliboo's style perfectly.
Shangguan Feng offered a compliment too. "Your WeChat name is very interesting."
Jiang Nan: "Thanks."
Jiang Nan had changed his WeChat name just last night, while staying up late scrolling through short videos.
The original owner's WeChat name had been: JN.
To Jiang Nan, that name was far too normal.
Jiang Nan glanced down at his new name again, thoroughly satisfied.
-Stirring shit when shit hits the fan
Now that was the kind of WeChat name a handsome hunk like him should use.
Fu Jingzhou's hand at his side shifted, then gripped the edge of the magazine again, his fingertip rubbing against the paper's right-angled corner.
Shangguan Feng ended up staying for lunch too.
From Jiang Nan's observations, he and Fu Jingzhou were very close.
The man really was asking for a beating, yet Fu Jingzhou could still tolerate having him stay for lunch. That showed just how tight they were.
Specifically, as soon as they sat down, Mr. Shangguan raised his hand and, in his elegant, melodious London accent, called for the cook, Auntie Chen, to bring him a coffee at sixty degrees, with sugar and milk each making up one-fifth, originating from Australia, and served in a black mug.
While Jiang Nan watched him intently, Shangguan Feng held his coffee with reserved elegance and took a small sip. "Sorry, I have rather a lot of habits. I must have a coffee before meals."
Jiang Nan hastily expressed his understanding. "Of course, of course."
Shangguan Feng raised an eyebrow. "Do you really understand?"
Jiang Nan: "Of course. I've always been tolerant and generous. Even if someone ate shit in front of me, I'd express my understanding."
Shangguan Feng: "..."
His flawless mask of a smile shattered abruptly.
He stared at the coffee in the black mug, unable to take another sip for a long time.
Finally, he turned his gaze to Fu Jingzhou. "Your wife certainly has a way with words."
Fu Jingzhou peeled an orange unhurriedly. "Drink your coffee. We have rules in this house too. No leftovers."
He paused leisurely, then gave a classic sneer. "If you don't finish that coffee, I'll have Uncle He pack it up and deliver it to your father."
"What a vicious heart," Shangguan Feng said through gritted teeth.
"How is it vicious?" Seeing his chance to shine, Jiang Nan hurried to express his sincerity to Big Shot Fu. "Our Zhouzhou has always been innocent and kind. He couldn't even bear to step on an ant. How could he possibly be as vicious as you say?"
Fu Jingzhou turned his head slightly, the corners of his lips lifting a little. "You know me quite well."
Jiang Nan patted his chest. "Of course I do."
Shangguan Feng: "..."
Those bastards.
The meal didn't last long, since Jiang Nan had already gnawed through two chicken drumsticks in the kitchen after getting up, while Fu Jingzhou seemed to have little appetite.
Since transmigrating here, Jiang Nan had eaten a few meals with Fu Jingzhou and noticed that he didn't eat much. Perhaps his leg injury meant his digestive system wasn't working too well either.
Meanwhile, Shangguan Feng alternated a bite of food with a sip of coffee and finally managed to force all the coffee down.
A disaster had been averted.
His father was still angry that he'd refused to study finance at university and gone into medicine instead.
Even now, he only dared go home for the New Year.
Fu Jingzhou was a man of his word. If he really packed up the coffee and sent it to his father, his father would absolutely grab a stick and chase him from here all the way overseas.
Before leaving with his bright red suitcase, Shangguan Feng asked Jiang Nan, "Can you play golf?"
Jiang Nan: "A little."
He had studied law before, graduating from a top university and joining a Red Circle law firm as soon as he started working.
The mentor who supervised his internship mainly handled foreign trade, and all the clients he dealt with were wealthy.
They liked discussing business at high-end venues: golf courses, ski resorts, concerts, yachts, international luxury hotels, exclusive clubs...
Although those weren't places a broke guy like Jiang Nan could afford, he had read widely about them online so he could interact with clients.
To sum up Jiang Nan's brief twenty-year previous life in one sentence: he was sleepier than a dog, greedier than a pig, and more stubborn than a donkey.
He'd grown up in an orphanage and never met his biological parents. After finally growing up on state support, he'd studied himself half to death every day for scholarships, sailing smoothly from a key high school into a top university.
When he heard that lawyers had extensive connections, he'd chosen law without hesitation.
As the saying went, take a gamble and trade your bicycle for a motorbike.
If he won, he'd rise to another social class and show his prowess in court.
If he lost, he'd change clothes and go to prison, still living on the state's dime.
Either way, he wouldn't lose out.
But after joining the law firm, he'd gotten up earlier than a rooster and gone to bed later than a dog every day.
Once he paid rent, his monthly salary left him with only enough for food.
He also had to buy his boss coffee every day.
One cup a day, never reimbursed, thirty yuan a cup.
Calling him a sucker didn't even begin to cover it.
Jiang Nan had kept a silent tally. When the director told him to buy the hundredth cup, Jiang Nan looked at the thirty yuan left in his account, was overcome by rage, and collapsed headfirst onto the floor.
A working stiff could only take so much.
Shangguan Feng raised an eyebrow and looked at Fu Jingzhou. "Then bring your wife along when Qin Feng comes back next week."
Jiang Nan: "To play golf?"
Shangguan Feng nodded.
Jiang Nan instinctively looked at Fu Jingzhou.
Fu Jingzhou's legs...
Noticing his gaze, the man lifted his eyelids, his eyes indifferent. There was a tiny black mole on the bridge of his nose.
An utterly ordinary mole became an adornment the instant it appeared on his face.
"I'm fine," Fu Jingzhou said, as if he'd guessed what Jiang Nan was thinking.
Jiang Nan pressed his lips together. "Oh, okay, okay."
The housekeeper brought out fruit after the meal, and Jiang Nan ate a bunch of grapes.
Juice soaked his fingertips, staining his fair skin a faint purple.
Fu Jingzhou casually pulled out a tissue and handed it over.
Shangguan Feng narrowed his eyes and gave the two of them a once-over.
Jiang Nan wiped his hands as he asked, "What's up?"
"Nothing." Shangguan Feng's gaze fell on the admission letter on the coffee table. "Fu, did you only get this today?"
Fu Jingzhou said, "There was a problem with the delivery earlier."
Shangguan Feng suddenly reached out. "Why is there another admission letter here..."
"Wait." Jiang Nan's eyelid twitched.
Shangguan Feng's hand was too quick for Jiang Nan to stop him.
The paper was stiff. Shangguan Feng held it and glanced down.
A moment later, he turned to Jiang Nan. "I happen to want a new hairstyle. Can you give me ninety-five percent off?"
Jiang Nan was as ruthless as an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. "Five thousand yuan a minute."
Shangguan Feng was shocked. "That's even more expensive than me."
Jiang Nan: "How much do you charge per minute?"
Shangguan Feng held up five fingers and said with reserve, "Five hundred yuan a minute."
Jiang Nan had thought he was joking and was about to play along, only to discover that his expression was completely serious.
A bad feeling immediately rose in his heart.
"Are you joking?"
Shangguan Feng: "Do I look like I'm joking?"
Jiang Nan: "..."
His face drained of color, and he turned to Fu Jingzhou.
The man was reading a document with his head lowered. Noticing Jiang Nan's gaze, he looked up.
Jiang Nan's lips trembled. "These medical fees..."
The terror on his face didn't look feigned. Fu Jingzhou lowered his lashes, concealing a thoughtful look. "I'll pay."
Only then did Jiang Nan breathe a sigh of relief.
Fu Jingzhou wheeled himself out of the living room with Shangguan Feng. As they passed through the garden, Shangguan Feng said conversationally, "There's nothing wrong with him physically."
Fu Jingzhou: "Then why can't he even remember his own school?"
Shangguan Feng speculated, "Maybe he's just stupid? Or perhaps he's deliberately playing dumb?"
Fu Jingzhou tapped a fingertip lightly against his wheelchair. "Possible."
"But I really didn't expect you to treat him so well," Shangguan Feng said.
Fu Jingzhou's lips twitched. "You're overthinking it."
Shangguan Feng raised an eyebrow, looking all ears.
Fu Jingzhou said, "His older brother, Jiang Qingye, is no pushover. Once the marriage is dissolved, it'll save trouble to send Jiang Nan back exactly as he came."
Shangguan Feng clicked his tongue and gave him a thumbs-up. "That's you, all right."
Fu Jingzhou glanced at him. "This is as far as I'll see you off. You can walk the rest yourself."
Shangguan Feng stretched out a hand like Erkang, trying to stop him. "Wait, we haven't settled the bill for my house call yet."
Fu Jingzhou: "Go settle it with Secretary Lin."
Shangguan Feng: "That's exactly what I was waiting to hear."