As soon as Jiang Nan hung up the phone, a WeChat popped up on her phone.
Rogue Zhou: [I'm almost at your company, want to grab lunch together?]
Stirring Shit When It Hits: [Okay, okay.]
Jiang Nan happily replied, then stared at the nickname he had given Fu Jingzhou in her contact list. After thinking for a long time, she finally changed the nickname.
--Eight Eight-Treasure Porridge.
Sweet Eight-Treasure Porridge, and a beautiful wife.
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After receiving the message, Jiang Nan waited at the door. As a familiar Rolls-Royce pulled up from the side of the road, he drove away amidst the old man's envious gaze.
" Zhouzhou."
Jiang Nan opened the passenger door and asked with a smile, "What are we going to eat?"
The car's heater was on, and Fu Jingzhou took off his suit jacket, revealing a white shirt underneath. The shirt accentuated his physique, highlighting his straight shoulder line, and with two buttons undone, his prominent Adam's apple was clearly visible.
"Eat whatever you want."
He started the car as he spoke.
Jiang Nan crossed her arms, thought for a moment, and said, "How about we go eat hot pot?"
"Okay." Fu Jingzhou had no objections.
He pursed his lips, his gaze inadvertently glancing at Jiang Nan. The boy was looking down at his phone, his pink hair hanging listlessly.
Who were you talking to just now?
The man suddenly spoke, and the person who was engrossed in playing Dou Dizhu looked up blankly, "Huh?"
Fu Jingzhou stared at the red light at the intersection ahead and said, "I just called you, but you're on another call."
Jiang Nan was taken aback. "That call was from you?"
He immediately quit the game and went to check his call log.
When Jiang Nan was on the phone with Fu Jinchuan just now, someone did call him again. The number wasn't saved in his contacts and looked quite unfamiliar, so Jiang Nan assumed it was some kind of spam call and didn't answer.
Fu Jingzhou gripped the steering wheel tightly. "You didn't save my phone number?"
Jiang Nan asked in confusion, "Don't we often call each other on WeChat? That's why I didn't save it."
Fu Jingzhou was speechless.
Jiang Nan glanced at him, a smile spreading across her lips. " Fu Zhouzhou, are you feeling down?"
The man didn't even glance at him, pursed his lips, and looked straight ahead. "Isn't this a perfectly normal thing?"
Jiang Nan leaned closer and touched his earlobe. "Don't be sad, I'll add you to my contacts right now."
Jiang Nan doesn't usually make phone calls. Apart from food delivery and courier calls, she usually just uses WeChat for other calls.
Fu Jingzhou's expression remained unchanged as he coughed, "You still haven't told me who you were talking to on the phone just now."
Jiang Nan: " Fu Jinchuan."
Fu Jingzhou frowned. "What did he say to you?"
Jiang Nan felt a chill run down her spine when she thought of this, "What else could I say? A bunch of disgusting things, telling me to divorce you and marry him."
The car jolted violently; if Jiang Nan hadn't been wearing her seatbelt, she would have been thrown forward.
He steadied himself in shock. " Zhouzhou, what are you doing?"
Fu Jingzhou released the brake. "So, did you agree?"
Jiang Nan stared at him suspiciously, "You have a fever today?"
Fu Jingzhou said calmly, "No."
Jiang Nan said, "What nonsense are you spouting when you don't have a fever?"
Fu Jingzhou's lips curled up slightly. "Don't pay any attention to him from now on."
Jiang Nan nodded vigorously. "Ignore it, ignore it."
After that sentence, the two fell silent.
But this silence did not seem awkward.
Fu Jingzhou was focused on driving, while Jiang Nan had her legs crossed, her phone resting on her calf, and was playing Dou Dizhu (a card game) with her head down.
Jiang Nan's abilities were limited; he always liked to rob landlords, and he would become enraged if he was beaten by peasants.
In a fit of rage, he would spend money to buy diamonds, then buy tomatoes and eggs, and furiously hurl them at the two farmers.
He finished two games in a huff, then remembered something, took out a strawberry-flavored gum from his personal snack cabinet, peeled off the outer plastic, popped it into his mouth, and asked while chewing, "Did you have a conflict with Fu Jinchuan? I feel like he's having some mental issues."
"It wouldn't be called a conflict." The man's expression was calm, as if Fu Jinchuan had no effect on him whatsoever.
"It's a one-sided attack on him."
The little pink-haired girl stood frozen in place, staring at the man's profile. "Wow, Zhouzhou, you're so handsome!"
Fu Jingzhou smiled.
Remembering something, Jiang Nan added, "By the way, if your legs are fine, why did you pretend for so many years? While a wheelchair is comfortable, many people will look down on you because you're disabled."
Jiang Nan truly couldn't understand this matter.
He had heard plenty of rumors about Fu Jingzhou's disability since he transmigrated into the book half a year ago, let alone Fu Jingzhou himself, not to mention that he had been pretending for more than ten years.
When this matter was brought up, Fu Jingzhou reached out and grasped Jiang Nan's hand. He stared at the vehicles ahead, seemingly recalling something.
" Nannan, actually, that car accident wasn't an accident."
Jiang Nan was stunned. "Huh?"
Fu Jingzhou's words were very brief, but Jiang Nan kept repeating them in her mind, unable to understand them.
His mind was completely blank.
After a long pause, he managed to ask with difficulty, "You mean, that car accident was deliberate?"
Fu Jingzhou's eyelashes trembled slightly. "Mmm."
Jiang Nan was stunned.
He suddenly felt a chill run through his body.
Having transmigrated into the book for so long, and although she's much richer than in her previous life, and has even experienced being criticized and trending on social media, Jiang Nan considers herself to be very resilient. However, she still finds it hard to accept what Fu Jingzhou said.
What era are we living in? Why are people still causing car accidents?
"At that time, my uncle died on the spot. He had never married or had children, so I inherited all his property," Fu Jingzhou said. "I was too young then, and so many people wanted me dead. After thinking it over, I figured a cripple was less of a threat than a able-bodied person."
So he kept up the act for over a decade, during which time rumors and malice accompanied him as he grew up.
Jiang Nan suddenly felt a pang of heartache.
It felt as if my heart was being squeezed tightly by two hands.
"Waaaaah, Zhouzhou, you're so pitiful! Who was the heartless bastard who did this?" The little pink-haired girl's eyes were red as she grabbed the man's shirt. "Was it Fu Jinchuan?"
"It wasn't him." Fu Jingzhou smiled, "He was only a few years old back then."
Jiang Nan asked, "Who is that?"
Fu Jingzhou's lips tightened slightly. "It was Fu Jinchuan's biological father Fu Chi, and several other illegitimate children who conspired to hire someone to kill him."
"At that time, my uncle took me out. The truck was supposed to hit me, but my uncle turned the steering wheel, so the truck ended up hitting him instead."
Those murderers probably never imagined that someone would actually sacrifice their own life to give him a new life.