"Neither?" Fu Jingzhou repeated slowly.
Jiang Nan nodded, then asked hesitantly, "Have you read any online novels?"
"I've seen a little bit."
In the internet age, online novels have become an indispensable part of people's lives. Even though Fu Jingzhou is a well-bred second-generation rich kid, he still read a few popular online novels during his student days.
"Well... this might sound a bit surreal, but to put it simply, your world is actually a book I read. One day, when I went to buy coffee for that exploitative director, I got so angry that I suddenly suffered a brain hemorrhage and died. Then, when I opened my eyes, I found myself in this world."
After Jiang Nan finished speaking, she pursed her lips and carefully observed the man's expression.
After all, we still live in an era where materialism prevails. Most people would probably think he's delusional or insane after hearing what he's saying.
Fu Jingzhou stared at him intently. Their eyes met, and he paused briefly to think, "Was it on the first day of our marriage?"
Jiang Nan was stunned, her eyes widening in surprise.
That expression didn't lie. Before he could answer, Fu Jingzhou asked again, "Was it those few minutes before I said you had schizophrenia?"
The CEO is indeed a CEO; he's too smart.
Jiang Nan nodded, then accused, "So, when we first met, you were incredibly cold and heartless, and you even gave me a piece of your mind."
"It was my fault."
Fu Jingzhou readily apologized, then reached out and grabbed the boy's wrist, his gaze earnest. "So, will you leave again?"
"Of course not." Jiang Nan said subconsciously, then suddenly stopped.
etc...
He seemed unsure whether he could stay.
771 only mentioned the mission at the time, without revealing the ending.
Fu Jingzhou, a very perceptive person, unconsciously tightened his grip on Jiang Nan's wrist, his lips pressed together. " Jiang Nan, you hesitated."
"I... I..." Jiang Nan's mind went blank, and she didn't know what to say.
Yes, he needs to arrest 771 and interrogate him properly.
But his wife didn't want to hear what he had to say anymore. She gripped his wrist tightly and said in a dangerous tone, "I'd rather lock you up."
"Etc!"
Upon hearing the word "lock," Jiang Nan's mind instantly cleared. "We're already married; you can't lock me up."
Fu Jingzhou glanced at him a few times, then asked, "So, can you run?"
Jiang Nan immediately replied, "Of course not."
"Will you suddenly disappear?"
"Definitely not."
"There are so many doors in this world, but I didn't go anywhere else; I went to the door of your heart..." Jiang Nan said affectionately, "Now that I've entered your heart, how could I possibly leave again?"
Fu Jingzhou: "..."
He stared at Jiang Nan with a blank expression.
The boy's pink hair was messy and fell over his forehead. His eyes were round, bright, clean, and clear. He blinked hard to show his expression, which was fine except for being a little deliberate.
The sweet talk was as corny as ever, and Fu Jingzhou nodded with her lips pursed, just like a naive girl bewitched by a bad man.
"That's more like it." Jiang Nan nodded with a smile, then remembered Lin Shen, "Why do I feel like you're not surprised at all about Lin Shen?"
"It's Fu Jinchuan who should be surprised, not me," the man said calmly.
Jiang Nan froze, the question flashing through her mind for a second before she asked, "A spy within a spy?"
"Hmm." Fu Jingzhou smiled, a hint of something in his eyes. "He's stupid himself, so he probably thinks everyone else is just as stupid."
Seeing his expression, Jiang Nan silently mourned for Fu Jinchuan for two seconds, then lit three more candles.
No wonder the original author wrote about mudslides; without a natural disaster, how could Fu Jinchuan possibly defeat Fu Jingzhou?
-
The hashtag # Jiang Deliang # appeared on Weibo five days later.
By then, Jiang Nan's susceptible period had completely ended. Looking at the Weibo posts, he thought to himself that Jiang Deliang was really courting death.
The things he did before were nothing compared to killing someone. Before the Lunar New Year, he was given the heavy gift of a life sentence in jail.
Meng Ran's parents have also made an appearance these past few days. The couple's hair has turned white overnight. Their family was already poor, and besides their son Meng Ran, they also have a daughter who is still in college.
Netizens spontaneously donated a lot of money, and Jiang Nan donated 100,000 yuan, while his wife donated 500,000 yuan.
Meng Ran used to be just a nobody celebrity with less than 500,000 followers on Weibo, most of whom were either fake followers or bought by her company to boost her image.
This past week, he has frequently appeared on Weibo and other public platforms as a trending topic, with various videos commemorating him.
He once made a wish on a variety show before his death: to become a little famous so that more scripts would come his way.
His wish was only fulfilled after his death.
It's no longer just a small fire, but a huge fire, a fire that's become a household name.
But just one week later, his name disappeared completely.
Internet traffic is like the ocean, flowing endlessly and never staying with any one person.
A week has passed, and netizens have stopped mentioning Shen Anbai deleting his Weibo posts. Some of Jiang Nan's former fans have shamelessly returned, while others have not.
The netizens who previously hurled insults have now become casual fans.
No matter how much sympathy or sadness, joy or sorrow there is, it cannot escape the torrent of time.
-
Jiang Nan herself had no past in her heart.
When he was teaching at the company, he would often drift off into a daze, seemingly lost in thought.
Song Zhusheng was very observant. When Jiang Nan was distracted for the third time, he couldn't help but ask, " Nannan, what's wrong with you?"
"No." Jiang Nan shook her head habitually, then asked softly after a moment, "Do you think I bear any responsibility for Meng Ran's death?"
Song Zhusheng was taken aback. "Why would you ask that?"
Jiang Nan said, "If it weren't for that Weibo of mine that angered Jiang Deliang, perhaps Meng Ran wouldn't have died."
Song Zhusheng frowned. "You can't think like that. In this matter, it was Jiang Deliang who posted on Weibo first, ruining your reputation in front of netizens. You are also a victim. He may be angry, but it's his fault for hitting someone in anger, not yours."
Jiang Nan fell silent. "But..."
Song Zhusheng continued, "When he posted on Weibo to damage your reputation, were you angry?"
Jiang Nan nodded. He was almost furious at the time. That disgusting Jiang Deliang turned black into white, absolving himself completely, and acting all high and mighty.
Song Zhusheng continued, "Why didn't you hit anyone when you were angry?"
Without even thinking, Jiang Nan replied, "I'm a normal person, and I don't have a habit of hitting people."
"Isn't that it?" Song Zhusheng waved his hand. "He killed someone because he has violent tendencies. His violent tendencies have nothing to do with you."