The dining table was long, with plenty of seats. Fu Jingzhou hadn't expected him to sit right beside him.
A ripple stirred in his eyes.
He closed his finance magazine, his tone faintly mocking. "I didn't realize you were such a bleeding heart."
Jiang Nan sighed. "What can I do? I'm just a handsome, kindhearted little fairy boy."
Fu Jingzhou: "..."
Jiang Nan didn't look at his expression. All his attention was on the dining table.
A wealthy family really was a wealthy family. Even breakfast was incredibly lavish, with every kind of Chinese and Western dish.
Jiang Nan picked up his chopsticks and reached straight for a crab roe bun.
The bun's wrapper was thin and translucent. One gentle bite would send its juices bursting out.
Seconds before it reached his mouth, his arm suddenly stopped in midair.
The next moment, a crab roe bun appeared in Fu Jingzhou's bowl.
He stared at the plump crab roe bun in his bowl, his expression briefly stilling, then looked up at Jiang Nan.
The young man's eyes curved as he smiled so broadly they nearly disappeared. "Baby, eat up."
His voice was low and soft, and his sweet talk came naturally and casually.
Not to mention those amber eyes, bright and deep. When he gazed at Fu Jingzhou, they were like a pool of crystal-clear spring water.
Fu Jingzhou pressed his lips a little straighter.
The gesture, the words, and the tone were all outside his expectations.
Either he wanted something, or...
Before Fu Jingzhou could work out the other possibility, Uncle He drew out his words, his face full of gratification and his tone impassioned. "Young Master and Young Madam are so in love. If the late madam knew, she would surely rest in peace."
The late madam Uncle He spoke of was Fu Jingzhou's mother.
Fu Jingzhou was the old master's youngest son. His birth mother, Madam Lizhi, was Old Master Fu's first wife, the spouse named on his marriage certificate.
But Madam Lizhi had been frail, and even after ten years of marriage, there had been no sign of pregnancy.
Instead, the mistresses Old Master Fu kept outside the home had kept getting pregnant, producing a whole brood of illegitimate sons and daughters.
Only when Madam Lizhi turned forty had she finally become pregnant.
Unfortunately, her health had been poor, and she had passed away after giving birth to Fu Jingzhou.
The mention of his mother put Fu Jingzhou in a bad mood. He pushed the bowl toward Jiang Nan. "Eat it yourself."
Jiang Nan asked with concern, "Don't you like it?"
Fu Jingzhou said, "It's you I find disgusting."
Jiang Nan: "...Oh."
After watching with relish for quite a while, 771 couldn't help asking him, [Have you fallen in love with Fu Jingzhou?]
[How could I?] Jiang Nan answered without hesitation.
771: [Then what are you doing now?]
Jiang Nan: [Hugging a golden thigh.]
He had read a good portion of the original novel too, and knew the male lead, Shen Anbai, would soon return to the Jiang family.
When that happened, he would be an outsider, with no one answering his cries for help.
So his immediate priority was still to save enough money and get on good terms with Big Boss Fu. Only then could he secure his future wealth and comfort.
After breakfast, Fu Jingzhou pulled out a tissue and leisurely wiped his fingers. "Uncle He, get the car ready. We're going to the old residence."
Uncle He hurriedly answered.
Because Fu Jingzhou had difficulty walking, there were elevators throughout the house.
The parking garage was on the first basement level. Jiang Nan followed Fu Jingzhou into the elevator.
He stood behind Fu Jingzhou. The man's black shirt had been carefully ironed by the servants and was crisp and neat. From Jiang Nan's angle, he could glimpse his long neck.
Jiang Nan studied it carefully for quite a while but saw no gland.
Could he be a Beta?
Just as Jiang Nan was brainstorming, Fu Jingzhou spoke without warning. "What are you thinking about?"
Jiang Nan had a flash of inspiration. "Baby, I'm a little hungry."
Fu Jingzhou frowned. "Didn't you just eat?"
Jiang Nan said, "I'm just hungry."
The elevator doors opened, and Jiang Nan attentively pushed the wheelchair.
The driver stood in front of the Maybach and called out in a booming voice, "Young Master, Young Madam!"
Jiang Nan adapted incredibly well and replied just as loudly, "Good morning."
Having received a response from Young Madam, the driver was delighted.
The butler had been absolutely right. Young Madam really was approachable.
Jiang Nan looked at the Maybach, then at Fu Jingzhou, feeling a little troubled. He didn't know how to get him inside.
His thoughts were written all over his face, making them far too easy to guess.
Fu Jingzhou was just about to speak when Jiang Nan's eyes suddenly lit up. He leaned closer and said, "Pardon me."
A pair of fair hands suddenly appeared around Fu Jingzhou's waist. Jiang Nan crouched halfway down, apparently intending to lift him into the car in a princess carry.
Fu Jingzhou sat firmly in his wheelchair, his face expressionless.
Even with Jiang Nan exerting every ounce of strength, he didn't budge.
"One, two, three..." Refusing to give up, Jiang Nan took a deep breath and heaved.
Fu Jingzhou's legs didn't even move.
His face red from exertion, Jiang Nan crouched on the ground, panting.
Fu Jingzhou gave him an indifferent glance, then braced both hands on the wheelchair and slowly stood up.
He wore a pair of black suit trousers, tailored just right. Setting aside the knowledge that he was a cripple, he looked like an ordinary person who could walk.
Jiang Nan said, "You can stand up by yourself?"
"Mm." Fu Jingzhou got into the car.
The driver, Old Yang, took the opportunity to put the wheelchair in the trunk, then told Jiang Nan with a deeply moved expression, "Young Master's legs can support him for a few minutes at a time."
Jiang Nan: "..."
Fu Jingzhou had no gland at the back of his neck, so he could only be a Beta.
That made him his wife.
A grown man, and he couldn't even lift his own wife.
That realization shattered Jiang Nan's confidence.
He got into the car without a word, turning his head to gaze gloomily out the window.
Looking at his profile, Fu Jingzhou suddenly felt a little bad for him, so he asked, "What do you want to eat?"
"Huh?" Jiang Nan froze for a moment, not expecting Fu Jingzhou to start a conversation with him.
Fu Jingzhou said, "Didn't you just say you were hungry? What do you want to eat?"
Jiang Nan's lips were a little dry. He licked them. "Noodles. I want noodles."
Fu Jingzhou asked, "Will any kind do?"
Jiang Nan shook his head. "There's only one kind I want."
Fu Jingzhou looked at him coldly. "You're pretty demanding."
Jiang Nan pressed his lips together and stubbornly turned away to stare at the scenery outside.
Fu Jingzhou's temple throbbed. "Tell me. I'm listening."
Jiang Nan folded his arms, turned back, and stared into his eyes, enunciating every word. "The kind inside your heart."
Fu Jingzhou: "..."
Goose bumps inevitably rose all over his arms. His thin lips twitched, and he said, "You might as well starve to death."
Driving up front, the driver thought, Help, our Young Madam is so good at flirting.
A brief silence fell over the car.
After transmigrating last night, Jiang Nan had run a high fever all night. This morning, the stench had hit him as soon as he opened his eyes, and after showering, he had gone to eat. All told, he hadn't had much time to get acquainted with his new phone.
Taking advantage of this time, he went through his phone carefully.
He suddenly discovered that the original owner was something else. Aside from messaging apps, he only had Weibo.
Jiang Nan, a 32G internet surfer, opened the app store and started downloading.
But even the first app failed to download.
Jiang Nan had never imagined that the original owner wouldn't even top up his phone credit.
Fu Jingzhou was reading documents when he caught Jiang Nan sneaking looks at him out of the corner of his eye.
Without letting anything show, he turned another page.
A moment later, Jiang Nan couldn't hold back any longer and quietly tugged on his sleeve.
It was like a little boy deliberately teasing a little girl back in their school days.
"Need something?" Fu Jingzhou asked coolly.
Jiang Nan said, "Turn on your hotspot for me?"
Fu Jingzhou: "..."
The Fu family's old residence.
After getting out, Jiang Nan sulked because Fu Jingzhou wouldn't share his hotspot, leaving him unable to download any apps. With his head lowered, he played Fight the Landlord in a WeChat mini program, intending to wait until Fu Jingzhou got into his wheelchair before following behind him inside.
But the moment Fu Jingzhou sat down in his wheelchair, he called to him. "Come here."
Jiang Nan asked reluctantly, "What is it?"
"Push me." Fu Jingzhou interlaced his hands and rested them against his lower abdomen.
Jiang Nan glanced at the elegant, luxurious residence before him and suddenly understood.
His wedding to Fu Jingzhou had been arranged by the old master.
Naturally, having them come to the old residence the day after their wedding was to see how they were getting along as a married couple.
Pretending to be in love was so easy.
But he pressed his lips together. "You won't even turn on your hotspot for me."
Fu Jingzhou: "...The password is seven eights."