When Jiang Nan saw that he said nothing, he thought he was moved, so he pressed on. "I made another mistake, a terrible mistake!"
Fu Jingzhou stared coldly at him.
Jiang Nan clicked his tongue inwardly, thinking that this man really wasn't playing along.
On the surface, however, he patiently prompted him. "You're supposed to ask what mistake I made."
Fu Jingzhou didn't answer.
A few seconds later, he suddenly frowned and turned his head away.
Squatting on the floor, Jiang Nan shuffled a big step forward and gave himself an opening. "What mistake did I make?"
His tone was deep, his expression affectionate, and he enunciated every word. "I love you so much I don't know what to do."
"Jiang Nan."
Fu Jingzhou laughed in anger, but the smile was fleeting, lasting only a second. Then he composed himself and suddenly called his name, his face expressionless and his tone devoid of warmth.
But his voice really was exceptional, a rich, textured bass with clear diction.
Jiang Nan's ears felt as though they had been scalded.
"What is it?"
Fu Jingzhou suddenly bent down, looking at him with lowered eyes, and reminded him, "Your pheromones are leaking."
Jiang Nan looked blank.
What the hell?
He understood every word individually, so why couldn't he understand them put together???
Seeing that he said nothing, Fu Jingzhou continued, "There are suppressants in the nightstand. You'll sleep here tonight."
Jiang Nan asked blankly, "What about you?"
"I'll go to the third floor." After a moment of silence, Fu Jingzhou added, "I'm a little introverted, so you'd better stay off the third floor. Otherwise, I'll have someone pack you up and send you back to the Jiang family."
Jiang Nan: "..."
He looked at the expressionless Fu Jingzhou, who seemed to be giving him a gentle reminder but was actually issuing a warning.
How should he put it?
That certainly redefined "introverted."
Without waiting for Jiang Nan to answer, Fu Jingzhou turned his wheelchair and left.
"Wait." Jiang Nan reached out an Erkang hand. "I have something important to say."
Fu Jingzhou stopped his wheelchair and turned his face toward him. "Speak."
Jiang Nan had lived twenty-three years in the real world. Although he'd never dated, he didn't consider himself gay.
He knew little about men dating men, beyond who topped and who bottomed.
Although Fu Jingzhou's legs were crippled, after visually comparing his build with the original owner's, Jiang Nan called out without hesitation, "Hubby."
Fu Jingzhou: "..."
Jiang Nan was thick-skinned. His gaze swept around the bedroom.
The luxurious chandelier overhead, the walk-in closet to his left, the bathroom to his right, and the designer suit he wore all reminded him of one thing.
-even if he worked hard in the real world for five hundred and eighty-eight years, he could never earn this much money.
How did that old saying go? Cherish what you have as you go.
This is my precious baby, Jiang Nan thought. Nobody's taking him away.
Jiang Nan looked over. In his eyes, Fu Jingzhou seemed to radiate golden light, a light even more brilliant than money.
"Hubby, a spring night is all too short. Let me attend to you in bed."
Fu Jingzhou: "..."
After a pause of less than half a second, he mercilessly turned his wheelchair, left the bedroom, and shut the door with a bang.
Jiang Nan was tired of squatting. Once Fu Jingzhou left, he plopped straight down onto the floor.
He tried communicating with the system. "Are you sure I'm really dead?"
771: [By the time I bound myself to you, you'd already been taken to the crematorium.]
Jiang Nan marveled, "Fantastic. Someone even collected my body."
771: [...]
Credit where credit was due, its new host had one hell of a mindset.
Jiang Nan said, "Isn't it time to explain the missions?"
771: [...You're certainly proactive.] [Ding! Missions issued!] [1. Help the cannon fodder Jiang Nan survive.] [2. Fix this book's bugs.]
Jiang Nan rubbed the tip of his nose. "I understand the first one, but how am I supposed to fix the second?"
771: [Here's the situation. After the protagonist shou was acknowledged by the Jiang family, he blindly transferred his company shares to the protagonist gong, Fu Jinchuan, for love. This led to Fu Jinchuan buying up shares on the open market and eventually, as the major shareholder, changing the ownership and name of the Jiang Group.] [Readers considered this behavior love-brained and excessively selfish. Moreover, the protagonist halo became too strong in the latter half of the original book, and its theme of placing love above everything made modern readers uncomfortable.] [This resentment has seriously affected the harmony of the world inside the book. You need to uncover the hidden plot.]
"Oh." Once Jiang Nan understood, he slowly leaned back against the bed.
There was no telling what he was thinking, and the room instantly became incredibly quiet.
Jiang Nan suddenly caught a faint fragrance.
Very faint.
He instinctively sniffed. Once his nose caught the scent, it grew increasingly distinct.
A rich rose fragrance filled the room, as though thirty thousand roses had been planted there.
771 was utterly serious. [Can you smell it?]
Jiang Nan said, "Obviously. There's nothing wrong with my nose."
771 paused.
Jiang Nan was probably straight and likely wouldn't be able to accept this sort of thing.
After some thought, 771 decided to comfort its new host. [Actually, this fragrance smells really nice, doesn't it?]
"It's all right," Jiang Nan said. "But I don't really like smelling perfume while I sleep."
With that, he suddenly stood, picked up the brand-new trash can beside the bed, and diligently tossed all the rose petals on the sheets into it.
After a moment's thought, he stuffed the trash can into the walk-in closet.
Free clothing fragrance acquired ✓
Jiang Nan sat back down on the floor and began pondering the major matters of his life.
771: [...]
It fell into an eerie silence, then finally sighed.
Patiently, it asked, [Are you sure the fragrance is coming from the petals?]
Jiang Nan looked around. "Where else?"
Suppressing the urge to smack him, 771 said through gritted teeth, [You've put all the petals in the walk-in closet, but there's still a fragrance here. Don't you find that strange?]
Jiang Nan patted his pockets, searching for the original owner's phone, and answered distractedly, "See, this is what you don't understand. Gases are volatile. How could a smell disappear just like that?"
771: [...You're trying to piss me to death, aren't you?]
Jiang Nan found the original owner's phone in his suit pocket. Taking a closer look, he exclaimed, "Holy shit, it's actually a Fruit 15 Pro Max?!"
"I'm rich, I'm rich..." he murmured. After unlocking it with facial recognition, he suddenly asked, "What did you just say?"
771 struggled to contain its anger, holding back again and again, until finally it realized it couldn't hold back anymore.
And so,
Zzzap-
An electric current surged from Jiang Nan's fingertips through his entire body.
"Fuck!"
Jiang Nan stared in shock at the full-length mirror opposite him. His entire head of pink hair was standing on end.
"Have you lost your mind, 771?!"
771 reminded him coldly, [Feel your neck, right in the middle at the back.]
Dubiously, Jiang Nan reached back and touched it. His fingertips were scalded again. "My neck is so hot. Do I have a fever?"
He frowned in thought for a moment, before his gaze finally settled on his own bristling hair.
"I get it."
771 was a little touched. [Good, as long as you understand.]
Jiang Nan thrust a finger at the full-length mirror. "It's all your fault! You electrocuted my neck until it was cooked!"
771: [...]
It stared at the ceiling in utter despair, feeling that its future life as a system would be bleak and miserable.
It was also its own fault for not investigating properly before binding itself to a little dumbass as its host.
Space suddenly warped, and a black shadow leaped out. Jiang Nan narrowed his eyes, barely making out a black ball of fur.
The furball abruptly jumped onto the back of his neck and spoke in a human voice. "Feel it again. Feel carefully!"
As Jiang Nan felt around, he asked, "How amazing. Your true form is actually a black ball."
His words stopped.
Because he had felt a bump.
It was soft and a little hot.
Jiang Nan's expression went blank. "What is this thing?"
He instinctively withdrew his hand and carefully sniffed his cool, pale fingers in front of his nose. He caught a strong, rich scent.
It was the fragrance of roses.
771 said, "The original owner's ID is in the document pouch in the nightstand. Go take a look yourself."
The document pouch contained a bright red marriage certificate and a thin ID card.
Without even looking at the marriage certificate, Jiang Nan picked up the ID card and read it.
-Jiang Nan, male Alpha.
Pheromones: palmarosa.
"Alpha?" Jiang Nan repeated blankly. "What's that?"