10
If You Want, I Can Too
Chapter 10: If You Want, I Can Too
With that, Wan Shuoshuo downed the wine in his hand in one gulp.
“Quite considerate.” Fu Jing curled his lips in satisfaction, his slender fingers resting on Wan Shuoshuo’s slender waist.
Wan Shuoshuo didn’t look very old, probably just in his early twenties.
His face was the kind that even Jiang You couldn’t achieve no matter how much money he spent—exquisitely beautiful beyond words.
He was better-looking than many popular young idols.
Wan Shuoshuo hooked one arm around Fu Jing’s neck and quickly planted a light kiss beside his lips. “Happy birthday, brother.”
The smile on Fu Jing’s face froze for a moment, but soon returned to normal as he gently patted Wan Shuoshuo’s waist twice.
Fu Jing didn’t know whether the other person interpreted this gesture as encouragement.
The next second, Wan Shuoshuo hugged him and kissed him again.
Fu Jing never indulged in casual flings. He instinctively turned his head away—the movement wasn’t large, but just enough to avoid the boy’s kiss.
The kiss landed on his jawline.
Jiang You’s body stiffened, the warmth in his palms completely fading, replaced by a layer of cold sweat.
It felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his throat, making the surrounding air unbearably thin.
“Fu Jing, have you had too much to drink? Your Jiang is still right here.” Yi Bei’an called out to him.
Jiang You sat frozen nearby, his face pale. Yi Bei’an couldn’t help but pity him just looking at him.
Though Jiang You was honest and straightforward, he was by no means without an edge.
Jiang You’s father had passed away early, and when Jiang You took over, he was only about Wan Shuoshuo’s age.
Back then, no one had high hopes for this quiet, reserved young man.
Yet, in the past two years, Jiang You had single-handedly driven Jiang Corporation’s net profit margin to sixty percent.
Some might say it was the times that created heroes, or that he was just lucky, but a person’s success ultimately depends on a combination of many factors.
To put it bluntly, when it came to Fu Jing, Jiang You was like a phoenix willingly lowering itself to play the weakling.
Just then, Jiang You slowly stood up.
The corners of his lips pressed downward, his fists clenched tightly as he stiffly addressed Wan Shuoshuo, “Get up. This is my husband.”
A flicker of surprise crossed Wan Shuoshuo’s face.
Jiang You then turned to Fu Jing, gripping his shoulders. “Make him get off me.”
Before Fu Jing could speak, Wan Shuoshuo voluntarily stepped down.
Wan Shuoshuo stared at Jiang You before him—slender build, average height, dressed in a black sweater and gray-blue jeans. His appearance was no different from an ordinary male student on a university campus.
Who would have thought he was already a “CEO”?
Could he be the “CEO” of a company with a total of three people, including the boss?
“Sorry, CEO Jiang. You both look so young—I thought you were single.”
An apology was still necessary.
Those who could come to a place like this were either wealthy or influential. Even a random figure here wasn’t someone insignificant like him could afford to offend.
Wan Shuoshuo didn’t know which CEO this Jiang was, but it was safest to just follow what others called him.
The little sparrow that had flown into his palm had been driven away after just a moment of teasing. Fu Jing was displeased. He crossed his arms and leisurely turned to the boy, “Who are you listening to?”
Wan Shuoshuo froze. “I… I…” The boy looked troubled, thinking to himself, “Brothers, please don’t make things difficult for me.”
Fu Jing reached out his hand to him. “Come here.”
His voice wasn’t loud or harsh, but it carried an undeniable pressure that brooked no refusal.
Wan Shuoshuo took Fu Jing’s hand and was pulled forward into his embrace. Fu Jing held him by the waist, a gentle smile gracing his expression.
Jiang You’s nails seemed to dig into his palms from how tightly he was clenching his fists. It hurt, but he still didn’t let go.
He stood there frozen, silently watching Fu Jing and the boy sitting on his lap.
Everyone in the room had fallen quiet, even the boy singing on stage had stopped. Yi Bei’an waved his hand, signaling everyone to continue.
Then the card players resumed their game, the drinkers kept drinking, and the singing boy continued his melodious song.
The revived clamor covered all the embarrassment and awkwardness, as if the world had returned to peace.
Whether it had been dozens of seconds or a few minutes, Jiang You’s mind went blank for a moment before he took out his wallet from his pocket, retrieved a card, and slipped it into Wan Shuoshuo’s shirt pocket.
“There’s about a million in there. The password is the last six digits. Can you leave now?”
Wan Shuoshuo’s heart was pounding violently, his palms sweating. He looked helplessly at Fu Jing, hesitated for two seconds, then jumped down from Fu Jing’s lap.
He shoved the card back into Jiang You’s hand. “President Jiang, if you two have any issues, talk it out properly. Don’t take it out on each other.”
After saying this, Wan Shuoshuo tossed his head and fled the battlefield.
Zhang Zhisen was just getting into the drama when the video cut out.
Fu Jing let out a heavy, gloomy sigh, his face dark with stormy emotions. Wan Shuoshuo’s escape seemed to declare his defeat.
Jiang You’s actions had once again touched his most sensitive nerve. He utterly despised Jiang You’s way of handling things.
Fu Jing lifted his cold eyes. “What else can you do besides using power and money?”
Jiang You was also angry and couldn’t help retorting with fire in his voice, “I have money and power, why shouldn’t I use them?”
Fu Jing abruptly stood up, grabbed Jiang You’s wrist, and dragged him toward a private room inside.
Yi Bei’an hesitated for a moment but still followed them.
Fu Jing threw Jiang You onto the bed and gripped his neck.
Despite Yi Bei’an’s attempts to intervene from the side, he didn’t let go. From his whitening knuckles, it was clear he was using real force.
“Cough… cough…” Jiang You’s face turned red from suffocation, and he couldn’t stop coughing.
He gripped Fu Jing’s wrist tightly but made no effort to break free, as if he had no objection to being strangled to death by Fu Jing.
Watching him gasp laboriously, his chest heaving violently, Fu Jing felt a sense of vengeful satisfaction.
The room was designed with a seductive, playful ambiance, mesmerizing under the interplay of red and green lights.
The mottled colored lights fell on Jiang You’s face, and Fu Jing saw what seemed like ripples trembling in his eyes, like thin ice on a spring river, ready to shatter at the slightest breeze.
Fu Jing’s heart trembled, and his grip unconsciously loosened.
He hauled Jiang You up from the bed.
Jiang You’s upper body hung in the air, supported only by Fu Jing’s hand. He strained to lift his head, gasping rapidly, his eyes filled with panic and helplessness.
“Jiang You, technically you’re not a woman, so there’s no reason I shouldn’t hit you. But considering how freely you’ve let me play with you all these years, I won’t lay a hand on you. Just don’t push me too far.”
After saying this, Fu Jing released his grip, and Jiang You collapsed back onto the soft bed.
Jiang You propped himself up on his arms and sat up on the bed. Suddenly, he laughed. “I don’t drink, but if you want me to, I can.”
There was a small cabinet by the bed with a bottle of liquor Jiang You didn’t recognize.
After speaking, he got up and reached for the bottle, tilting his head back to down it in one go.
When he finished, he wiped his lips with the back of his hand, grabbed Fu Jing by the collar, and yanked him forcefully toward himself—a move both savage and domineering.
“Fu Jing, remember this—as long as I live, you’ll always be mine.”
With that, he stepped forward and fiercely captured Fu Jing’s lips in a kiss.
Yi Bei’an: “!”
In his memory, Jiang You had always been reserved, steady, and restrained—this was the first time he’d seen Jiang You so intense.
No wonder he was someone who could force Fu Jing into this kind of love.
He just never expected that Jiang You would be the one on the bottom.
Jiang You tugged Fu Jing’s shirt loose, his hand slipping inside. The cool palm against Fu Jing’s warm back felt surprisingly pleasant.
“Get lost.” Fu Jing shoved him away forcefully.
Jiang You fell back onto the soft bed.