The smell of alcohol clung to him, and after a whole night, it had turned foul.
Jiang Nan couldn't stand the smell and wanted a shower. He rummaged through the wardrobe and, to his shock, pulled out a bright red bath towel.
The underwear and bathrobes were all a festive bright red, too.
He stood before the wardrobe, waging an incredibly fierce internal battle.
Wear them?
Or not?
He already had a head of pink hair. What was wrong with wearing red?!!
With that thought, Jiang Nan picked up the clothes and pushed open the bathroom's exquisite, expensive glass door.
Beyond the glass door, an enormous circular bathtub came into view. The showerhead looked high-tech, and all sorts of toiletries sat on the marble counter beside it.
He froze on the spot.
An immense surge of joy flooded his heart.
He was rich now, too!!!
Transmigrating into this book had been worth it!!!
Jiang Nan stripped off his alcohol-soaked shirt and trousers and stood naked beside the tub, planning to run himself a nice hot bath.
771 couldn't help popping out. "Could you put some clothes on?"
"Do you take baths with your clothes on?" Jiang Nan couldn't be bothered with him.
771 said, "You don't know shit. We systems don't need to bathe."
It had meant to show off that it was a higher form of life and didn't need to bathe.
Instead, Jiang Nan looked at it with disgust, as though he were looking at a trash can. "Then stay away from me."
"Eat shit," 771 snapped.
Jiang Nan neither cursed back nor answered.
He stood silently in place, his messy pink head lowered as he stared at the empty bathtub.
771 hesitated, inexplicably feeling a little bad for him. "Can you not stand hearing the word 'shit'?"
"No."
Jiang Nan slowly uttered that single word, sounding dejected and disappointed.
771 asked, "Then what's wrong?"
Jiang Nan straightened and gazed into the distance. Sunlight streamed through the skylight overhead and fell on the side of his face.
As though he had realized something, he said in a voice both despairing and calm, "I don't know how to use this bathtub. I really am a broke nobody."
771: "..."
Its silence was deafening.
Jiang Nan scratched his head in frustration. After studying it for ages, he had no choice but to return to the bedroom and pick up his Fruit 15 Pro Max.
771 asked, "Aren't you worried someone might suddenly come in?"
"How could that happen?" The moment Jiang Nan finished speaking, the bedroom door creaked open.
Reality's slap in the face came without warning.
Fu Jingzhou stopped dead, a spectacular array of expressions crossing his face.
Jiang Nan stood naked, his waist slim and his legs long, the lean muscles of his abdomen particularly beautiful. The crystal chandelier overhead cast its light over him, and his round, almond-shaped eyes widened a little.
Fu Jingzhou turned his face slightly aside and asked, "Is this a surprise for me?"
"What surprise?" Coming to his senses, Jiang Nan quickly grabbed the blanket from the bed and wrapped it around himself.
Fu Jingzhou fell silent for a moment, then asked, "Trying to seduce me again?"
Jiang Nan was more wronged than Dou E. "I'm not!"
"All right." Fu Jingzhou's expression was indifferent. "It's nine in the morning, and you're standing stark naked in your room. Are you sleepwalking, or getting ready to livestream and show off that fine figure to the internet?"
This man had a nasty, venomous mouth.
Jiang Nan swallowed a mouthful of blood. "I was about to take a bath."
Whether Fu Jingzhou believed him was unclear. His hand rested casually on his wheelchair, his fingertips tapping lightly.
"Then go wash. We're heading back to the old residence later. The old master wants to see you."
Without waiting for Jiang Nan's reply, he instinctively made to leave.
Jiang Nan hurriedly called him back.
Fu Jingzhou stopped his wheelchair and turned slightly. "What now?"
Jiang Nan's cheeks were so red they looked ready to bleed, and his voice was barely audible. "Um... how do you use the bathtub?"
Fu Jingzhou: "..."
He slowly exhaled, then wheeled himself into the bathroom.
A few minutes later, the sound of running water came from inside.
Jiang Nan stood beside the bed and watched Fu Jingzhou come back out.
His black shirt was immaculate. While running the bath, he had rolled his sleeves up twice, revealing the sexy lines of his forearms.
"Done."
He tossed out the word coldly.
Jiang Nan, however, looked deeply moved. "You're so nice."
He could cry.
Fu Jingzhou looked at his animated expression and went completely still.
In all fairness, Jiang Nan really was good-looking, with an innocent, well-behaved sort of face. When the old master had set them up, Jiang Nan's looks had been an important factor alongside his family background.
If he had to marry a wife he didn't know, he might as well marry one who was pleasing to the eye.
Jiang Nan wasn't finished thanking him. He continued fervently, "From today on, I'm going to address you with the respectful 'you.'"
Fu Jingzhou's right eyelid twitched. He was just about to tell him to shut up.
Jiang Nan's next words were already out.
"Because you're in my heart."
Fu Jingzhou didn't even know what expression to make. With something of a headache, he raised a hand and pressed his temple.
"Get ready. Hurry up," he said, then left.
Humming, Jiang Nan dropped the blanket and went into the bathroom for an expensive bath.
After bathing, he stood before the walk-in closet and looked around.
There were clothes of every style. Jiang Nan's gaze swept past the suits that looked outrageously expensive at a glance, and he finally chose a white T-shirt and jeans.
Comfort came first when picking clothes.
The dining room.
Butler He stood at the entrance, craning his neck toward the second-floor hallway as though he could hardly bear the wait.
Fu Jingzhou sat at the head of the dining table, two financial magazines lying casually before him. He leisurely turned a page. "Uncle He, you should just sit down and relax."
"How could I?" Butler He straightened his waistcoat, then cast Fu Jingzhou a reproachful look. "Last night was your wedding night. Every moment of a spring night is worth a thousand gold pieces, yet you actually left the young madam behind and went off, young master."
Fu Jingzhou couldn't be bothered to respond. Just as he was about to continue reading his magazine,
He suddenly heard Butler He call out in a booming voice, "Good morning, young madam."
"Good morning, young madam!"
The other servants followed Butler He in greeting him.
Jiang Nan nearly fell down the stairs.
He gave an awkward laugh. "Hello, everyone. Hello."
Then he silently asked 771, "Did you see that?"
771: [See what?]
Jiang Nan answered with complete seriousness, "How rich people roll."
771: [...] Little dumbass.
A middle-aged man stood at the dining room entrance. His hair was somewhat graying, but he was energetic and stood tall. Wearing round-framed glasses, he looked like a refined, learned gentleman.
He looked at Jiang Nan and smiled. "Young madam, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm the household butler. My surname is He. You may call me Uncle He."
"Uncle He." Jiang Nan caught on quickly and addressed him at once.
Tears streamed down Uncle He's aged face. "This is my very first time meeting the young madam. The young master has finally started a family."
Jiang Nan was just about to offer some comfort when a man's low, cold voice drifted over from beside them. "Come here. Eat."
Those words were clearly meant for Jiang Nan. Meeting his gaze, Jiang Nan said disapprovingly, "Can't you see Uncle He is feeling upset right now...?"
Fu Jingzhou lifted his eyelids and met Jiang Nan's eyes. With a cold chuckle, he tipped his chin up slightly, signaling for Jiang Nan to look at Uncle He.
Jiang Nan took a look, and the final questioning syllable died in his throat.
Uncle He pulled a handkerchief from his suit pocket and gently dabbed the corners of his eyes. His gratified, melancholy expression vanished in a second, and he immediately beamed. "Thank you for your concern, young madam, but your health comes first."
Expressionless, Jiang Nan went over to the chair beside Fu Jingzhou.