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Get Out
Chapter 22: Get Out
Fu Jing pressed his lips into a thin line, his face showing no emotion.
“Jiang You mistook me for you and clung to me tightly all night, did you know that?” Lan Hai frowned. “I already had my eye on your husband, but after getting a taste, my heart is completely captivated.”
Fu Jing simply stared at him, never opening his mouth to speak.
Lan Hai bent down, propping his arms on the desk and resting his chin in his hands. “President Fu, if you’re sure you don’t want Jiang You anymore, you should divorce him quickly. It would free both of you and fulfill my wishes.”
Fu Jing set down the document in his hand, his gaze noticeably freezing when he noticed a purplish-red mark on Lan Hai’s neck.
Understanding his look, Lan Hai raised a hand to touch his own neck. “Oh, this was also bitten by Jiang You. He even called out your name while doing it. Don’t you find that infuriating?”
Fu Jing’s dark eyes turned icy cold as he heavily uttered three words—
“Get out.”
Lan Hai blinked, slowly straightening up.
He found it unbelievable himself, but he had genuinely fallen for Jiang You.
He first learned about Jiang You when he was seventeen.
That year, a film directed by Jiang You was quietly released. He served as both screenwriter and director, and neither Jiang You as the director nor the actors were names anyone had heard of.
Yet this obscure little film stirred significant ripples in the hearts of many young people that summer.
Including him.
Afterward, he began searching for materials related to Jiang You, but unfortunately, there were very few.
Aside from appearing in public once to accept an award, Jiang You never again appeared in the public eye.
But Jiang You’s clean, aloof face left a deep impression on him.
He next heard news of Jiang You a year later in the summer, when Jiang You appeared in the public eye as the heir to Jiang Corporation.
This time, however, it was news of Jiang You’s marriage.
It wasn’t until recently, when he encountered Jiang You in a hotel restroom.
Actually, before this, he was merely interested in Jiang You at most. But after meeting him in person, his feelings for Jiang You spread like wildfire, uncontrollable.
Jiang You was more adorable, yet more indifferent; more gentle, yet more heartless than he had imagined.
Unfortunately, Jiang You seemed poisoned by someone named Fu Jing—his heart and eyes were full of Fu Jing alone.
He couldn’t wedge himself in.
His earlier actions were naturally intended to drive a wedge between them.
If Fu Jing wanted a divorce, he would just add fuel to the fire.
If they divorced quickly, Jiang You could be freed sooner, and he would have a legitimate chance.
But Fu Jing’s reaction just now was somewhat unexpected. Unlike his usual indifference, this time Fu Jing seemed angry.
As he left, Lan Hai said to Fu Jing, “Don’t take it out on Jiang You. He was sleeping deeply and didn’t know anything, only thinking I was you.”
“…”
With the sound of the door closing, Fu Jing’s office returned to silence.
Fu Jing took a cigarette and lighter from his drawer, lit one, and smoked quietly.
By the time he was on his third cigarette, the office door knocked again, and Jiang You pushed it open.
Seeing him smoking, Jiang You raised an eyebrow—Fu Jing rarely smoked.
Jiang You walked up to his desk. “Why are you smoking?”
“Do men need a reason to smoke?” As he looked up, Fu Jing noticed the slight bruising and swelling on Jiang You’s cheekbone.
It was actually worse than it looked; Jiang You had covered it with makeup.
Jiang You went to the opposite coffee table, fetched the ashtray, and placed it on the desk for him. “I was held up with something last night.”
“You could die out there and I wouldn’t need to know.” Fu Jing crushed the cigarette butt forcefully into the ashtray.
A sharp pang gripped Jiang You’s heart. Just last night, he had kindly asked if Fu Jing needed a ride home, and now he was met with such cold words.
Clenching his palms tightly, Jiang You asked Fu Jing, “If I really died, would you grieve for me?”
“You’ll have to actually die for me to find out.” There wasn’t a trace of warmth in Fu Jing’s eyes.
Jiang You curled his lip slightly and said nothing more. “Get ready, we have a meeting about the bidding at ten.”
“Got it.” Fu Jing replied gloomily.
…
After that day, Jiang You disappeared for quite some time.
It was later discovered that the person who leaked the reserve price was an outsourced staff member, but Jiang You didn’t attend the meeting—he had Zhao Linsheng take his place.
During this period, neither of them contacted the other.
Jiang You only sent Fu Jing a message on the day he left, saying he needed to be away for a few days due to some matters.
He didn’t specify what.
Fu Jing didn’t acknowledge him either.
They met again several days later, one evening—to be precise, Fu Jing saw Jiang You.
At the time, Fu Jing was drinking with Yi Bei’an at a quiet bar.
It was Yi Bei’an who spotted Jiang You first and pointed him out to Fu Jing.
When Fu Jing looked over, he saw Jiang You sitting in a corner with Li Zeyu.
Jiang You was wearing a soft, cotton white shirt, his hair unstyled and falling loosely and naturally, giving him a scholarly air.
He seemed to have a nicotine addiction, smoking continuously.
This was the first time Fu Jing had ever seen him smoke; before this, he hadn’t known Jiang You smoked.
He had assumed he didn’t.
Turns out not only did he smoke, but he was a heavy smoker.
It was unclear what Jiang You and Li Zeyu were discussing, but both looked very serious.
Li Zeyu appeared somewhat distressed, even emotionally unstable.
She seemed to be questioning Jiang You about something, while he remained calm and detached in comparison.
Later, to Fu Jing’s surprise, he saw Li Zeyu start crying. Jiang You patted her head, clearly comforting her.
Then Li Zeyu hugged Jiang You tightly, and they held each other for a long time.
When they separated, Li Zeyu held Jiang You’s hand and spoke to him earnestly at length.
Fu Jing couldn’t help but wonder what earth-shattering secrets they were discussing.
Li Zeyu’s gender had always been a mystery to Fu Jing, let alone her sexual orientation.
She and Jiang You were high school classmates, and Li Zeyu was now a moderately famous screenwriter.
Fu Jing speculated that Jiang You was probably working on some lousy film project with Li Zeyu.
“Aren’t you going to say hello to your Jiang Zong?” Yi Bei’an reminded Fu Jing.
Fu Jing didn’t respond, just lit another cigarette.
Yi Bei’an stared at Jiang You while slowly taking a sip of his drink. “Your Jiang Zong is so thin, that slender figure of his…”
Fu Jing picked up a sunflower seed from the plate and flicked it at Yi Bei’an’s eye. “I thought your dirty mind only worked on women. Have you expanded your horizons now?”
The seed hit Yi Bei’an precisely on the eyelid.
Covering his eye, Yi Bei’an exclaimed, “Damn, what dirty mind? I was just admiring your Jiang Zong’s physique! It’s pure appreciation between men. Don’t project your gaydar onto me, alright?”
“…”
Not long after, Fu Jing and Yi Bei’an parted ways. About half an hour after Fu Jing returned home, Jiang You also came back.
At that time, Fu Jing was on his second round of drinks on the sofa. Jiang You walked straight toward him after entering.
“Fu Jing, I’m back.”
Fu Jing merely glanced at him sideways without speaking.
The television was playing an old foreign film, which Fu Jing was watching intently.
Jiang You placed the coat draped over his arm onto the sofa, then stood in front of Fu Jing, blocking the TV.
Fu Jing frowned as he looked up at him.
As he raised his head, his gaze happened to land on Jiang You’s waist.
Jiang You’s shirt was tucked into his trousers, a simple black belt accentuating his slender waist.
Fu Jing recalled Yi Bei’an’s remark about “that petite figure.”
It was indeed very slender.