[Exactly, Little Immortal Nan is clearly an idiot; such a melodramatic plot wouldn't happen to him.]
[I highly recommend the book "Peachy Oolong with Full Sugar Sweet," it's so sweet, if it's not, I'll eat shit on my head!]
To be honest, Jiang Nan was completely stunned after hearing Fu Jinchuan's words. He stood there blankly for a long time without saying a word.
Meanwhile, on the top floor of the Fu Group, someone who had just finished a meeting was watching the live stream with a blank expression.
He looked indifferent, leaning back in his chair without saying a word.
He didn't turn off the bullet comments; half of the screen on his tablet was filled with rapidly scrolling bullet comments from netizens.
Fu Jingzhou didn't take off his gold-rimmed glasses; the lenses were spotless, and delicate silver chains dangled from the sides of his glasses. His eyes precisely caught a barrage of comments.
--[No, this really sounds like a conversation between ex-lovers, you know?]
This sentence received many likes and stayed on the page for a long time.
He seemed lost in thought, but finally, his slender, white hand tapped the bottom of the screen, and all the noisy comments disappeared.
The boy's figure was clearly visible; he was tall and slender, wearing a light green hoodie, with fluffy pink hair and a few stray hairs sticking up on his head. He exuded a somewhat unaware, innocent charm.
Fu Jingzhou's fingers twitched, as if he wanted to suppress it for him.
Unfortunately, they were separated by thousands of miles.
After Jiang Nan realized what was happening, she was almost furious. "Whether I can have children or not is none of your business! What? You want to be my son so badly that you're hoping I'll give birth soon so you can hang yourself and be reincarnated as my son?"
In the few seconds that Jiang Nan remained silent, viewers in the live stream came up with eight hundred different responses—some heart-wrenching, some sweet, some funny—but no one could come up with this particular reply.
[6, As expected of you]
[You little idiot, you're pretty awesome, I'm impressed!]
[My whole family is stunned, Little Immortal Nan, you truly are amazing!]
[Hahaha, Fu Jinchuan must be furious!]
Fu Jinchuan was furious. He forcefully pushed Shen Anbai's hand away, his breathing heavy. " Jiang Nan, can't you speak properly?"
"No," Jiang Nan said. "People can talk to each other nicely, but people can't talk nicely to the Oil King."
Seeing that things had come to a head, Jiang Nan decided not to hold back any longer. "No, I really want to ask you, is your suit your armor? Do you wear it every day? Aren't you a little too starved for love, too fragile inside, so you expect your suit to protect you?"
"So what if you wear that lousy diamond watch every day? Is a diamond watch the brightest thing, the best way to show off?"
Are you afraid people won't know your surname is Fu?
"You're always using the Fu Group's name, aren't you getting a little too cocky? You're the son of an illegitimate child, why don't you take a good look at yourself and see if you have the right to sell yourself under the Fu Group's name?!"
These words were like knives stabbing Fu Jinchuan in the heart, one after another, until he bled.
Shen Anbai's expression changed instantly. "What did you say? A son born to an illegitimate child?"
Shen Anbai spoke these words with extraordinary difficulty, each word barely escaping his lips as if it were about to shatter.
The viewers in the live stream were also stunned.
[My mom, my grandma, my jacket, my coat, my aunt and great-aunt, they scared me so much I limped.]
[My ears almost grew eyes from fright! Hopefully, it can give an advance warning next time!]
[This is absolutely outrageous, folks! This guy is actually using the Fu Group's name to scam people, hahaha!]
[It's the 21st century, and people are still doing this kind of thing? It's hilarious!]
[Okay, okay, Shen Anbai is about to break, Bai Fans, go comfort your Baibai!]
[It's a school day today, so Bai Fans must be in class, hahaha]
No wonder the chat atmosphere was so good today.
Shen Anbai's face turned deathly pale. He frantically grabbed Fu Jinchuan's arm, " A-Chuan, is Jiang Nan lying to me?"
Fu Jinchuan pursed his lips and remained silent.
Because he couldn't deny it.
His father, Fu Chi, was Fu Bai's illegitimate son.
Fu Chi is a brainless and unambitious man who just takes the money given to him by Fu Bai and lives a life of debauchery and dissipation.
Fu Jinchuan first met Fu Jingzhou when he was eight years old.
At that time, Fu Chi broke and had gambling debts. The casino staff said that if he didn't pay them off on time, they would chop off one of his hands.
Fu Chi had visited the old house a few times before, but this was the first time he had brought Fu Jinchuan along.
There was no other reason than fearing that Fu Bai wouldn't help him repay the debt, so he deliberately brought his son along to soften the old man's heart.
Fu Jinchuan was required to wear his school uniform, red scarf, and schoolbag. After getting off the bus, he followed his father into the mansion.
It was the first time he had ever seen such a large mansion. When he entered, there was a large flower field, and the servants were all dressed in uniform and worked efficiently.
But no one gave them a second glance, not even a greeting; they were completely ignored.
At that moment, Fu Jinchuan carefully gripped the strap of his schoolbag, feeling both fearful and somewhat annoyed.
He obediently followed behind his father until they reached the innermost part of the village, where a butler-like figure came to greet them.
Despite being just a butler, his father smiled obsequiously, " Uncle He, you look much better lately."
Uncle He nodded coldly and indifferently. "What brings Mr. Fu here this time?"
Fu Chi's smile was a little awkward, "Is my dad here today?"
Fu Bai is not here today.
A slightly cold voice came from upstairs, and Fu Jinchuan's heart skipped a beat.
He knew, of course, that Fu Bai was his grandfather's name; his father didn't even dare to mention his full name at home.
So why would anyone dare to call him by his full name in this house?
Fu Jinchuan looked over subconsciously.
It was afternoon, and the dim light shone in. The boy on the stairs looked about his age, with jet-black hair and exceptionally beautiful eyes, with a very distinctive crimson beauty mark at the corner of his eye.
He was dressed in simple loungewear, yet his demeanor exuded an air of unapproachable nobility.
The butler, who had been so cold to his father, immediately fawned over him, his voice a complete far cry from his usual demeanor, "Oh, my dear young master, you're finally awake! Are you thirsty? Would you like some warm water?"
Fu Jinchuan pursed his lips.
He didn't quite understand why the butler was so cold to him and his father, but so kind to this little boy.
The man seemed used to the old butler's exaggerated greetings and casually replied, "Warm water will do."
The old butler immediately replied, "Young master is so good, I'll go get some water right away."
The little boy sat opposite them, glancing over casually. "What's going on this time?"
Fu Jinchuan gripped the strap of his schoolbag tightly. He hated the person in front of him, he hated him so much.
What gives this person the right to look down on him and his father like that?