[You're laughing so hard you're getting rich! Tangerine Food Chronicle is so expensive it's outrageous! You really dare to say that. There should be a limit to how much you can brag.]
[What? Don't tell me you're some runaway rich kid.]
[Seriously, this bastard is really poor. He even borrowed clothes from Luo Hang when he was on that talent show.]
[The grudge of Hanghangzi is confirmed]
[New fan reporting in!!!]
[Help! Little Immortal Nan is having such a hard time. I hope she won't have nightmares tonight!]
[To be honest, his face is universally appealing, attractive to both men and women, and even ABO couples. He's irresistible to people of all ages, it's just...]
[If I were to answer for you, it would just mean I have an extra mouth.]
[Hahaha, another mute husband in the Chinese entertainment industry!]
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Little Immortal Nan himself was unaware of how netizens were teasing him; instead, he was indulging in the joy of being a "dry rice" (a slang term for someone who is lazy and unambitious).
This is delicious, that is delicious too. In the end, Little Immortal Nan held her stomach, reluctantly put down her chopsticks, and let out a burp.
As soon as Jiang Nan stood up, the man turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Nan pulled out a tissue to wipe her mouth. "I need to use the restroom."
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The restroom was at the end of the corridor; the tiles were clean and there was no odor.
Jiang Nan stepped into the cubicle and was greatly impressed by the Shanshan objects on the armrest.
[771, is this real gold or fake gold?]
771 checked and said: [It's true.]
Jiang Nan gasped. [Rich people are really going too far, wasting resources like this; aren't they afraid someone will steal them?]
771 paused for a moment, "[Is this very valuable?]"
Jiang Nan opened the cubicle, went in to turn on the water, and casually remarked, "[It can only buy SpongeBob SquarePants a few hundred thousand or a few million, I guess.]"
771's eyes lit up immediately.
It stared at the gold leaf on the armrest, and when Jiang Nan wasn't looking, it secretly pried it off.
After Jiang Nan finished using the restroom, she went to the sink outside to wash her hands. Halfway through washing her hands, she heard the clattering of leather shoes behind her.
He didn't think much of it; after rubbing his hands, he put them on the dryer to dry.
The sound of leather shoes stopped behind him.
Jiang Nan paused, realizing something was wrong, and looked up at the mirror in front of her.
He caught a glimpse of the man standing behind him in the mirror.
The man was dressed in a suit and tie, with broad shoulders and long legs. He had his hands in his pockets, and wisps of hair fell across his forehead, giving him a somewhat unruly and carefree air.
He smiled, his voice deep and grainy. "You've chased me all the way here?"
It's Fu Jinchuan.
--Original protagonist (dominant).
Jiang Nan was practically terrified by him; goosebumps rose all over her arms. "Can't you speak properly?"
That voice, like it's filled with shit, is the kind of bubbly sound only a brain-dead green tea like Shen Anbai would like.
Fu Jinchuan's expression darkened slightly, his eyes, described in the original book as sharp as a hawk's, fixed on Jiang Nan without blinking.
"Long time no see, and this is how you treat me now?"
Jiang Nan couldn't help but roll her eyes. "What other attitude do you want me to have? My nephew."
Fu Jinchuan's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. "Are you deliberately saying these things to hurt me? Do you know what the consequences of angering me are?"
Jiang Nan: "?"
He was stunned by this incredible thought process.
He remained silent for a long time.
Fu Jinchuan seized the opportunity to reach out and grab the boy's shoulder, saying slowly and deliberately, "From today onwards, you are mine. I forbid you from smiling at him, and I forbid you from doing anything intimate with him. Your eyes can only see me."
After saying this, Fu Jinchuan softened his tone, " Nannan, once I've taken over, I will personally go to the Jiang Family to propose marriage."
Jiang Nan didn't move for a long time.
Fu Jinchuan stared at him with menacing eyes, his eyebrows furrowed into the character "Chuan".
"You..."
He had only uttered one word when the boy suddenly slapped his hand off his shoulder.
Jiang Nan didn't hold back, and made a crisp "snap" sound.
Fu Jinchuan felt a sharp pain in the back of his hand, and his brows furrowed again. With a sullen expression, he was about to say something when the young man rushed into the cubicle without turning his head.
As Fu Jinchuan walked in, he heard a deafening "yue" sound.
Jiang Nan —vomited.
Fu Jinchuan: "..."
The man, dressed in a suit and tie, stood in the restroom, a hint of confusion flashing across his cold face.
Jiang Nan vomited everything up.
He had just finished exercising and eaten too much, and was feeling a bit nauseous, but then he ran into Fu Jinchuan, this human-shaped, super-sized, oily creature.
Jiang Nan straightened up, flushed the toilet, her eyes red, as if she had been bullied.
He ignored Fu Jinchuan and went to the sink to rinse his mouth under the tap.
Fu Jinchuan followed him out. He stared at the boy's face, which was as beautiful as a peach blossom, and hesitated before asking, "Did you hear what I just said?"
Jiang Nan took a tissue and wiped her mouth, saying, "I didn't expect you to have such a big bladder."
The topic changed so quickly that Fu Jinchuan exclaimed in surprise, "Ah!"
Jiang Nan down and casually glanced at his lower body, a malicious smile spreading across her face, "You've been holding it in for so long, you didn't wet your pants, did you?"
Fu Jinchuan quickly realized what was happening and was furious.
He really didn't understand. Jiang Nan used to be so obedient to him, more well-behaved than a dog, but now she's acting like a troublemaker, arguing with everything he says.
Could it be that Fu Jingzhou turned him against him?
Jiang Nan covered her nose and said to herself, "You're twenty years old, how can you be so spineless?"
Fu Jinchuan was furious, his chest heaving a few times, "I didn't pee!"
Jiang Nan "Oh," then smiled, crossed her arms, and slowly whistled twice.
"Phew--Phew--"
Fu Jinchuan's face immediately changed, turning green as he rushed to the toilet, his hurried steps revealing his urgent need to use the restroom.
Jiang Nan burst into laughter, silently cursing "idiot" as she watched his retreating figure.
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When Jiang Nan returned to the private room, she bumped right into Fu Jingzhou.
The man stood behind the door, his suit jacket draped over the rack beside him. Underneath, he wore a black fitted sweater and well-tailored suit trousers. The dark fabric accentuated his long, slender legs. His features were exceptionally refined and handsome, yet his expression remained indifferent.
As the two looked at each other, Jiang Nan suddenly came to a conclusion.
--I'm so damn lucky to have transmigrated into this book this time.
He couldn't imagine how painful it would be if he married Fu Jinchuan.
"Waaaaah..." Jiang Nan, like a little bird that had found its nest, hugged Fu Jingzhou's waist tightly. " Zhouzhou, I missed you so much."
Fu Jingzhou froze, looking down at the boy's head, his pink hair a mess.
He blinked; "What's wrong?"
Upon hearing this question, Jiang Nan immediately released the man's waist, straightened up, and complained pitifully, "I just threw up."
The boy's face was a little pale, and the corners of his eyes were red, as if he had been bullied by someone outside.
Fu Jingzhou frowned, his face filled with worry. "Why would you suddenly vomit?"