When Fu Jingzhou sent the message, Little Immortal Nan was sitting cross-legged on the sofa drinking Want Want milk.
He bought the boxed version, which was small, and drank it in two or three sips with the straw.
He didn't move after finishing his drink. He had slept all day and his mind was foggy. He stared blankly at the coffee table opposite him, his mind completely blank.
When his phone rang, his eyes barely moved. He picked it up and looked at it. When he saw who sent the message, he suddenly straightened his back and even raised his hand to press down the tuft of hair sticking up on his head.
Zhou Shanshan sat on the single sofa next to him, and paused for a moment. "What are you doing? Are you going out now?"
"No." Jiang Nan shook her head, then asked, "How's my hairstyle?"
Zhou Shanshan's gaze instinctively fell on his head, and she replied, "It's fine."
Jiang Nan breathed a sigh of relief, "That's fine then."
He then cleared his throat, pursed his lips, and picked up his phone.
Zhou Shanshan: "..."
Netizens say Little Immortal Nan is the originator of the "madman" archetype, but looking at him now, he's clearly a refined young man; he even fixes his hair before using his phone.
After reading the message sent by Fu Jingzhou, Jiang Nan was momentarily bewildered.
Stirring Shit When It Hits: [How did you know?]
Zhouzhou Wife: [Said by Fu Xingli.]
Jiang Nan's mind raced for a moment, and finally she was filled with remorse.
Song Shengsheng! You fickle opportunist!
Stirring Shit When It Hits: [I had some things to do last night and didn't sleep much.]
After Jiang Nan sent this message, there was no further reply from the other end.
He put his phone away, a little disappointed, and started spacing out again.
So this is what divorce feels like. They become estranged, and all the tenderness and care from their partner disappears.
-
Fu Jingzhou stared at Jiang Nan's words for a long time.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and finally turned off his phone.
He wanted to ask what had happened, but an uncontrollable anxiety overwhelmed every cell in his body, and every nerve ached.
It was a feeling of greed and lust intertwined.
She wanted him to treat Jiang Nan well.
Greed made him want to lock Jiang Nan up.
Confined in a cage, he no longer needs to carefully maintain his image in the other person's mind while wearing a human skin; he can do whatever he wants without restraint.
Even if Jiang Nan cries with red eyes and a pitiful expression, he doesn't need to feel sorry for her.
This person belongs to him completely.
-
bar.
Wearing a baseball cap and a mask, Jiang Nan got out of the car with Zhou Shanshan and saw Song Zhusheng squatting next to the bar eating oden.
Zhou Shanshan's eyes lit up, and she quickly ran over. " Shengsheng, alive! Alive!"
Song Zhusheng choked. "Have you ever seen a dead person before?"
Zhou Shanshan: "Hehehehe."
Song Zhusheng had just finished eating the last radish. He stood up, threw the trash into the bin, clapped his hands, looked at the silent Jiang Nan, and asked in confusion, "Going all aloof today?"
Jiang Nan: "Hmph."
Jiang Nan: "I know everything."
Song Zhusheng barely managed to maintain his composure. "What do you know?"
Jiang Nan accused, "Something that will make you feel ashamed."
Song Zhusheng finally couldn't hold back anymore. "How did you know? Sister Xia specifically told everyone to keep it a secret."
He thought for a moment and asked, "Did Lu Ren tell you that?"
Jiang Nan: "?"
He squinted, crossed his arms, and casually said, "He's the one who told me."
Song Zhusheng was a little embarrassed. "I wanted to save a piece for you, but it was too delicious."
Jiang Nan; "!!!"
Jiang Nan: "Did Sister Xia treat you to afternoon tea?"
Song Zhusheng: "... You're bluffing me?"
Jiang Nan heartbroken. " Song Shengsheng, you have betrayed my trust in you."
"What's the point of staying at this company?" Jiang Nan picked up her phone and sent a message in the company group chat.
Stirring Shit When It Hits: [Sorry everyone, I'm about to embark on a long voyage.]
Lu Ren: [To become the Pirate King?]
Zhu Xia: [...]
Old man: [voice]
Jiang Nan immediately clicked on the old man's voice message.
"Damn it, can you take me with you?"
Jiang Nan had gotten used to the old man's way of addressing him, and angrily typed: [No.]
Old man: [...]
Old man: [This is outrageous! You bunch of young people are bullying an old man like this! You wouldn't let me have my little cake at noon, and now you won't take me out to play. You're just taking advantage of my old age!]
Zhu Xia: [... Dad, you only have two teeth left now, and you never brush your teeth. You also have diabetes. Eating sweets is bad for you.]
Old man: [I don't eat shit. I only eat clean things, so why should I brush my teeth?]
Zhu Xia: [...]
Old man: [It's only because your mother passed away early, otherwise would you dare to treat me like this?]
Jiang Nan angrily sent a meme of her idol breathing fire.
[My teeth are fine, and I don't have diabetes, so why won't I be allowed to eat it?]
Zhu Xia: [... I forgot to tell you, you've been invited to a red carpet event in a couple of days. You need to maintain your figure; it's best to avoid high-calorie foods these days.]
Jiang Nan typed guiltily: [Oh.]
Zhu Xia knew he wouldn't listen as soon as she saw the words, so she said, "[Starting tomorrow, everyone must be weighed when they come to the company. If you gain even 0.1 jin, you'll be fined 200 yuan.]"
This sentence greatly alarmed Little Immortal Nan. Following Song Zhusheng and Zhou Shanshan into the bar, she typed heavily. "[Your behavior is illegal.]"
Zhu Xia calmly added, "[If it drops by 0.1, I'll give you a 200 yuan bonus.]"
Jiang Nan: "..."
Damn it, they actually managed to grab his pulse.
What's the difference between him and a donkey?
Hang a carrot in front of a donkey, and it will huff and puff as it runs.
Hanging a 200-yuan tempting offer in front of Jiang Kounan is enough to make him give up a lot of delicious food.
-
Jiang Nan rarely goes to bars. He doesn't like drinking much, as it can easily lead to mistakes. When he used to work at a law firm, that stingy director would call him in the middle of the night.
After transmigrating into the book, I haven't found a good opportunity, except for the time I went out drinking with Little Green Hair.
This time, with the right person and the right time, he looked at the bar's menu and carefully selected three drinks with very nice-sounding names.
Zhou Shanshan leaned closer. "What did you order?"
Song Zhusheng: "A cup of heartfelt holiday, a cup of snow-covered plum blossoms."
Zhou Shanshan: "Where's Little Immortal Nan?"
Their booth was quite secluded, so Little Immortal Nan took off his sunglasses and mask, leaving only the hood of his sweatshirt on. He squinted and said, "A cup of the bitterness of love, a cup of men crying, a cup of heartwarming porridge."
Song Zhusheng: "..."
Zhou Shanshan: "..."
Jiang Nan read it over herself and even said with satisfaction, "I think the last glass of wine will definitely taste delicious."
When the waiter brought the wine, the three of them crowded around, eager to see what this "heartwarming porridge" was.
The wine is entirely white, and the glass is cute, with a slightly cartoonish feel.
Jiang Nan took two sips with relish, "It's quite sweet."
So he tilted his head back and drank it all.
Following Zhouzhou was definitely the right decision.
Although Song Zhusheng ordered two drinks, he drank them very slowly, taking a sip of each drink and then picking up his phone to watch videos for a while after finishing one sip.
When he came across a funny video, he couldn't help himself and grabbed the arm of the person next to him. "Look, it's so funny!"
The person next to him didn't react for a long time.
Song Zhusheng was stunned for a moment, then turned his head suspiciously. He saw the boy nestled on the booth sofa, his pink hair falling down his forehead, half-covering his misty eyes. He was holding the "Men Cry, Cry" drink he had ordered, his face flushed, and his lips slightly pursed.
"No way?" Song Zhusheng was stunned. " Little Immortal Nan, you're drunk in less than ten minutes???"
Hearing the noise, Jiang Nan looked up and said, " Shanshan, you can't do a striptease."
On the other side, Zhou Shanshan, who was excitedly watching the pole dancing performance on stage, heard her name called and turned her head in confusion, "Huh?"
Song Zhusheng is too complex to explain in a few words.
Jiang Nan reached out and grabbed Song Zhusheng's arm, her tone tinged with a hint of complaint; "I hate it when people don't respond, Shanshan, say something!"
Song Zhusheng: "..."
He closed his eyes and pointed at Zhou Shanshan across from him. "This is the Shanshan. He didn't do a striptease either."
Although Zhou Shanshan didn't know the whole story, she immediately raised her arms and cried out that she was innocent, "I'm a respectable omega, I would never do striptease!"
Jiang Nan looked at him again and said, "You and Shanshan look a bit alike."
Zhou Shanshan: "..."
He was speechless and asked Song Zhusheng, "Was he always like this?"
Song Zhusheng sighed, "Pretty much, just like his son."
Zhou Shanshan: "What??? He has a son? When was he born? How old is he?"
Song Zhusheng: "Hmm... he's about two years younger than me, and he's repeating a grade."
Zhou Shanshan said with genuine admiration, "People in the entertainment industry really know how to have fun."
-
Having spent several years in the entertainment industry, Song Zhusheng had a much higher alcohol tolerance; when the three of them left the bar, he was the only one who was still somewhat sober.
He stood by the roadside waiting for a car, followed by two drunkards.
Jiang Nan, slurring her words, asked, " Zhou Shanshan, do you have someone you like?"
Zhou Shanshan slurred, "No, are you going to introduce me to someone?"
"No, no." Jiang Nan shook her head violently.
Because the shaking was so fast, she ended up having sex on the roadside the next second.
I vomited for a long time, but nothing came out.
Song Zhusheng waited for more than ten minutes before a car finally arrived. He sat in the passenger seat, while the other two drunks sat in the back.
The taxi driver, a middle-aged man, asked readily, "Where to?"
Song Zhusheng turned to Zhou Shanshan and asked, " Shanshan, where do you live?"
Although Zhou Shanshan was drunk, she still retained basic memory and subconsciously answered the name of her neighborhood.
The driver replied loudly, "Okay, you're all drunk, so I'll drive slowly so you won't throw up."
Song Zhusheng: "..."
Look at them, how they describe charging extra fees in such a refined and elegant way!
But he had absolutely no way to refute it.
-
It's almost 10 o'clock, and the lights in Beijing are still on. The neighborhood they rented isn't too remote, and the shops along the road are still open.
Jiang Nan leaned against the window, looking up at the sky, but he couldn't see the moon after a long time.
So, is the moon full or crescent-shaped tonight?
This problem really worried Jiang Nan. He thought it was because his eyes were too small, so he tried to open them wider.
Finally, when my eyes were sore from keeping them open, I could see the moon.
It was hanging on the edge of the car window, and he had to press himself very, very hard against the window, peering out sideways.
It is round and looks like a porcelain plate.
" Zhouzhou, I see the moon!"
He murmured something unconsciously.
Zhou Shanshan leaned over and asked, "What are you muttering about?"
Jiang Nan angrily shoved her hands into her pockets, "Mind your own business!"
"I'll take care of it! I'll take care of it!" Zhou Shanshan shouted defiantly.
Song Zhusheng, in the passenger seat. "..."
He silently stretched out his fingers and pressed the mask down even more tightly.
The driver chuckled, "That's how high school students are. When I was young, I liked to shout and yell when I was drunk too."
Song Zhusheng suddenly felt drenched in sweat.
He didn't know whether he was tacitly agreeing or telling the driver that the two people in the back were already in their twenties.
It seems like either way would be embarrassing.
-
The driver told me to drive slowly, and he really did drive very slowly; it took half an hour to reach the entrance of the residential area.
Which building number is it?
Zhou Shanshan held up three fingers. "Building Five."
Driver: "Okay."
Finally, the taxi stopped in front of Building 5. Zhou Shanshan got out of the car first. He smelled the fresh, damp air, waited for a while, and then turned around in confusion. He saw Jiang Nan sitting in the back with a serious expression.
He scratched his head. " Little Immortal Nan, get off the bus."
Jiang Nan remained unmoved. "Why should I get off the bus? This isn't my home."
Zhou Shanshan was silent for a moment, and Song Zhusheng was also silent for a moment.
Jiang Nan hadn't told Song Zhusheng about renting a place, so Song Zhusheng had no idea what the two were arguing about and could only remain silent.
After a moment of silence, Zhou Shanshan looked up at Building No. 5, stared at it for a long time, and said, "I didn't go to the wrong place, this is it. I can even see the helium balloons on the balcony upstairs."
Jiang Nan ignored what he was saying and waved at him, "Goodbye."
He then poked his head out from between the driver's and passenger's seats. "Driver, Jinghe Garden, Building 6."
Finally, he politely said, "Thank you, Master."
The driver was startled. "Young man, are you dreaming? Jinghe Garden is no ordinary place."
The driver was a seasoned veteran; he had been driving in Beijing for so many years that he knew every corner of the city like the back of his hand, including which roads, streets, residential areas, and buildings.
Jinghe Garden is a place that even people with money can't afford to live in.
Why would someone who lives there take a taxi? They'd need dozens of servants to look after them every time they came and went.
Song Zhusheng looked at Jiang Nan with suspicion. "Are you sure?"
The boy pursed his lips, looking somewhat displeased, and nodded emphatically. "I'm sure."
He was in a hurry to get home so Zhouzhou could see the moon.
What a beautiful moon!
Song Zhusheng a deep breath, recalling Fu Xingli's usual spoiled young master behavior, and finally said to the driver, "Driver, let's go."
The driver was full of questions, but Jinghe Garden was quite far from here, and he could earn a lot of money going there, so he happily started the car again. "Okay."
Zhou Shanshan, standing still. "..."
He muttered to himself, "Is Little Immortal Nan going to be sent to Northern Myanmar? Will she have her kidneys cut off?"