Jiang Qingye couldn't help but sigh, "Money makes the world go round."
He ruffled the boy's hair haphazardly and said, "Go take a shower and go to bed. You'll come to the company with me tomorrow."
Jiang Nan sat on the sofa, clutching her round belly, and frowned reluctantly. "What are we going to the company for?"
Jiang Qingye raised an eyebrow slightly. "Didn't I just transfer 500,000 to you? Be my assistant for a few days."
Jiang Nan looked wary. "You didn't make any requests when you transferred the money."
Jiang Qingye said, "Then you don't have to go, just give me back my money. Five hundred thousand should be enough to find someone willing to do it."
"Wait." Little Immortal Nan instantly snapped out of her daze, tilted her head back, and said sincerely, "I can."
Jiang Qingye lowered his head, a half-smile on his face, "Didn't you say you didn't want to go?"
Jiang Nan: "I really want to go. I've lived my whole life to be your assistant; it would be my honor."
Jiang Qingye: "..."
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After returning to her bedroom, Jiang Nan took a shower and then snuggled up in bed with her fully charged phone.
The temperature has dropped rapidly recently, and the heating hasn't been turned on yet. Tiny frostbite formed on Jiang Nan's arms. He took out the air conditioner remote and turned on the heater.
771 jumped on the pillow, indicating disdain: [I'm neither afraid of the cold nor the heat.]
This is blatant masochism.
Jiang Nan a forced smile, "Oh right, you're not afraid of the heat or the cold, so you're definitely not afraid of not having your phone to play with, right?"
771's smug and proud expression froze instantly.
In this wave, it stands at the very bottom of the food chain.
Jiang Nan was threatened with money, and it was threatened with a cell phone.
Waaaaaah!
[I was wrong.] 771 immediately slid down to his knees.
Jiang Nan, wrapped in a blanket to keep warm, squinted at the Little Black Ball Little Black Ball, making it extremely uncomfortable.
771 stammered, "[W-what's wrong?]"
Jiang Nan stroked her chin. "In other books, the system is omnipotent, but you can't do anything?"
771 was furious; [How dare you! You question this system!]
Jiang Nan looked at it indifferently.
771 exchanged a glance with him, her anger subsiding. [I... I... I'm useful! You were dead before, but I bound you to this book, allowing you to live again.]
Jiang Nan: "Besides these, are there no other cheat codes?"
771 shook his head: [ The Main System said that giving you a second chance at life is already defying the heavens, something many people would kill for. The mission still requires the host to overcome obstacles on their own. After all, while the cheat system brings certain conveniences, it's like buying lottery tickets—it can be addictive.]
Jiang Nan hissed, "I suddenly feel like meeting your Main System."
771 suddenly raised its two chubby arms.
He looks really cute, a round, black ball of fluff with his arms and legs tucked in. From a distance, he looks no different from a plush toy. When he stretches out his arms, a thin, stick-like arm will stick out from each side.
Two small wings emerged from its back. It covered its cheeks, looking a little shy, and said, "Actually, you could have just looked at me more."
Jiang Nan gasped, "Don't tell me you're the Main System?"
771: [I could be that in the future!]
Jiang Nan tapped it on the head. "Go wash up and go to sleep."
771 crossed its arms, turned its back to Jiang Nan, and retracted the small wings on its back.
She's starting to sulk again.
Jiang Nan didn't want to pay any attention to it, because he often did the same thing himself. If he paid attention to it, it would only go further and become more arrogant.
-
The heating circulated quickly, and the bedroom was much warmer than before.
Jiang Nan crossed her arms, stared at her phone on her lap for a long time, and finally made a video call to Fu Jingzhou.
The phone rang several times, but no one answered.
Jiang Nan stared blankly at the phone that had automatically hung up, lost in thought.
The bedroom was eerily quiet. Jiang Nan suddenly threw her phone next to the pillow. "I'm angry too."
After saying that, Jiang Nan pulled the blanket over forcefully, and the Little Black Ball was bounced out.
771 became even more enraged, flapping its little wings and flying to the boy's cheek, stretching out its foot to kick him.
Jiang Nan suddenly spoke in a calm, emotionless tone, "I'm very angry right now."
As we all know, "I am very angry now" can be interpreted in two ways.
The first type is someone who isn't really angry but just wants to be comforted by others.
The second type is when someone is genuinely, genuinely angry.
771 immediately retracted its little paws.
It was waiting for the guy to fall asleep so it could play on its phone.
Suddenly, Jiang Nan's phone, which she had tossed aside on her pillow, rang.
The person who had just been listless suddenly did a somersault, making the whole bed shake. 771 stared at Jiang Nan in shock. Jiang Nan knelt on the bed, picked up her phone and glanced at it.
After seeing the name clearly, Jiang Nan couldn't help but smile.
It was truly like a spring breeze caressing my face; my eyes curved into little bridges.
Before answering the phone, he didn't know why he was being so hesitant; he waited until the phone rang several times before finally answering.
The moment he answered the call, the screen scrolled a few times. He heard the sound first, and then he could see the screen clearly.
The first thing that catches the eye is a hand wearing a wristwatch, its skin smooth and delicate, like a piece of fine, cold jade. The cuffs of the suit are neatly trimmed, the dark fabric contrasting sharply with the skin tone of the wrist.
After the arm was moved away, Jiang Nan could finally see Fu Jingzhou clearly.
He wore glasses, which were spotless and subtly reflected the light. His gaze was hidden behind the glasses, making it difficult to see clearly.
He lowered his head slightly, with a bright floor-to-ceiling window behind him.
" Nannan?"
"Hmm." Jiang Nan lowered her eyelids and said in a muffled voice, "You still remember me? I just called you again, but you didn't answer."
"It's my fault." The man didn't explain why he hadn't answered, but decisively and simply admitted his mistake. "This won't happen again."
"Real?"
The boy looked up, glanced at him quickly, then turned his head away somewhat awkwardly, saying, "Could you please not wear glasses?"
The man obediently took off his glasses, revealing a strikingly clear crimson beauty mark at the corner of his eye without the lenses. His dark eyes, too, revealed his emotions clearly.
Jiang Nan looked up at him again, sized him up for a few moments, and asked, "Do you feel sorry for me?"
"I feel sorry for you."
These words were uttered without a second thought.
"Liar." Jiang Nan finished speaking, glanced at him, and suddenly noticed that Fu Jingzhou seemed to have moved his phone a little closer. He was resting his chin on one hand, looking at him intently.
How can I describe that look?
It seems to generate its own heat; it might burn you.
He was indeed burned; his cheeks felt hot.
"So, when we Nannan jail, were we bullied by anyone?"