Jiang Nan silently muttered "Damn rich people" to herself, then put on a bright smile and said, " Zhouzhou."
Fu Jingzhou looked up at him.
The boy smiled so wide his eyes disappeared, his dimples were shallow, and the corners of his lips were slightly upturned. At first glance, he looked exactly like the handsome school heartthrob from a novel.
He was still angry at lunchtime, but now he's suddenly softened his attitude. This can only mean he's being overly solicitous; there's no smoke without fire.
Fu Jingzhou was momentarily lost in thought. Even though he knew Jiang Nan's words meant trouble, he couldn't help but ask, "Is something wrong?"
Jiang Nan walked behind him, her two hands gripping the man's shoulders through a thin layer of black shirt, and gently kneaded them, "Hehe."
Before speaking, to avoid any awkwardness, he smiled first.
Fu Jingzhou casually released the pen, pinched his brow, and said, "Speak."
The conversation had escalated to this point, and Jiang Nan could no longer pretend to be ignorant.
He pursed his lips, a little embarrassed, and asked, "Could you lend me some more money?"
Fu Jingzhou: "..."
How much do you want to borrow?
Jiang Nan up. "Lend me another thousand."
He originally intended to borrow a hundred, but the big shot's tone was too casual, so he quietly added a zero.
Fu Jingzhou paused for a moment, then asked bluntly, "Are you short of money?"
It's not that he didn't want to give it to me, he was just being a little strange.
Jiang Nan is, after all, the young master of the Jiang Family. Even if he's short of money, he wouldn't come to borrow a thousand yuan every day.
"Mmm!" Jiang Nan nodded emphatically. He let go of her hand, then walked around to the other side of the desk, resting his chin on his hands. "I offended my brother before, and he won't give me money."
Fu Jingzhou frowned. "How long has it been since your brother gave it to you?"
Jiang Nan held up two fingers, his voice tinged with a hurt he himself didn't realize, and said expectantly, "Two months."
Fu Jingzhou avoided his gaze, picked up his phone, and transferred some money to Jiang Nan.
Jiang Nan's phone vibrated in his pocket. He picked it up and was stunned.
50000.
Jiang Nan stared with her round eyes and silently counted several times.
One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand...
He asked for 1,000, but the big shot transferred 50,000 to him!
Help!
Is this the joy of being brothers with rich people?!
Jiang Nan was overjoyed. She put down her phone, stared intently at Fu Jingzhou, and said with deep affection, " Zhouzhou, I want to eat fish tonight."
Fu Jingzhou said calmly, "Have Auntie go buy some fish."
Jiang Nan held up one finger and said, "I only eat the fish head."
Fu Jingzhou looked at him calmly without saying a word.
Jiang Nan encouraged him, "You want to ask me why?"
Fu Jingzhou roughly guessed what he was about to say, but couldn't help replying, "Why?"
Jiang Nan covered his cheek, his amber eyes peeking out from between his fingers, looking shy. "Because I want to keep the fish body so I can spend it with you."
Fu Jingzhou: "..."
He picked up the pen; its black metal casing gleamed coldly in the light. The pen was wrapped around his fingers, making his long, slender fingers appear even whiter than snow.
Perhaps his silence was too deafening, because Jiang Nan scratched his head, rubbed his cheeks, and said, "Don't worry, I'll pay you back as soon as possible. Although I don't earn much, I'm very good at saving money."
Fu Jingzhou raised an eyebrow. "How good are you?"
Jiang Nan said, "I had my eye on a Rolls-Royce before, but I hesitated for a moment and ultimately didn't buy it, saving tens of millions of yuan."
Fu Jingzhou smiled enigmatically, "Then you're truly remarkable. You're undoubtedly the second-in-command in both the mathematics and English-speaking fields."
Jiang Nan: "..."
He silently straightened up without saying a word, then turned around, just as he was about to leave.
A slightly cold male voice came from behind, "Remember to use prostate patches at home next time."
Jiang Nan even more disappointed. "Oh."
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After returning to her bedroom, Jiang Nan carelessly tossed her phone onto the bed and then collapsed onto it herself.
771 put down his beloved copy of "The Complete Collection of Cold Jokes to Make You the Center of Attention," leaned closer, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Nan didn't say a word, picked up her phone, and snapped a few photos.
771 was heartbroken. "If you don't want it, you can give it to me."
"What do you know?" Jiang Nan said, "If I tap it a few more times, I can make my phone wallet thicker."
771:[...]
It didn't say a word, but its eyes were filled with the words "You're really sick."
Jiang Nan tossed her phone aside, feeling rather bored.
Jiang Nan has always been an optimistic person. In her nearly twenty years of life, she has rarely felt so listless.
Seeing that he remained silent and looked genuinely disappointed, 771 couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you?"
Jiang Nan said, "The boss just yelled at me; he doesn't seem to want to be my brother at all."
771's lips twitched for a long time, [I shouldn't bother with you.]
Jiang Nan lay on the bed for about ten minutes before picking up her phone.
He opened his Weibo account and glanced at his private messages.
Jiang Nan's private messages are always very busy.
His own fans keep urging him to post on Weibo, while his haters keep nitpicking.
Recently, it's mostly Shen Anbai's fans who are criticizing him.
Jiang Nan was in a bad mood, so she first posted a Weibo.
Just a few simple words, without even a picture.
--May all those who criticize me live as long as the ephemeral flower.
After posting on Weibo, he started replying to private messages.
Even tofu has brains, but you don't.
"You only have one face, don't you know to be careful not to waste it?"
"I know you're straightforward, but you can't just poop with your mouth."
"If you're really bored, go lick every public toilet."
"You perfectly embody the phrase 'evoked by the scene,'" which describes your feelings.
When Jiang Nan sent the private message, he was unaware that his Weibo had briefly become a trending topic again.
#Jiang Nan's Blessings#
When Zhu Xia saw this entry, her vision went black. She immediately made a phone call to stop Jiang Nan's tirade.
Zhu Xia: "Delete the Weibo you just made right now."
Jiang Nan: "Why?"
Zhu Xia said dejectedly, "I have elderly parents to care for, I'm still young and unmarried, I can't go bald, please spare my hair."
Jiang Nan was convinced by this reasoning, "I'll delete it right now."
Zhu Xia said, "If the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television were to ban artists with no moral character, you would definitely be the first one."
Jiang Nan: "I'm so honored."
After hanging up the phone, Zhu Xia refreshed Weibo and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Jiang Nan had obediently deleted the Weibo.
She had a hunch and decided to set Jiang Nan's Weibo account as a special contact.
After leaving Weibo, Zhu Xia went to discuss cooperation with the program team.
Unbeknownst to her, screenshots of Jiang Nan's backstage comments arguing with haters had already gone viral on Douyin ).
At first, only a few haters were indignant, so they took screenshots and posted them on public platforms, saying that these unethical celebrities deserved to be forgotten.
As a result, some clever marketing accounts quickly collected screenshots and captioned them. "About Little Immortal Nan's life of never giving up and being incredibly stubborn."