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Fu Jing, I Have a Fever
Chapter 3: Fu Jing, I Have a Fever
Jiang You maintained his posture of holding out the cake. “The internet almost spread rumors of my death. Is it wrong for me to check on my parents?”
“What did you say to my parents again?” Fu Jing demanded.
“Just casual conversation, nothing important.”
Fu Jing suddenly grabbed him by the collar. “Are you sure?”
The cake in Jiang You’s hand fell to the ground as he stumbled forward, kneeling before Fu Jing.
Fu Jing instinctively loosened his grip—Jiang You was too light.
Jiang You rested his hands on Fu Jing’s knees. “I didn’t say anything. If I had, Mom and Dad would have called you home long ago.”
Jiang You’s collar was pulled open, revealing his thin chest. Under the overhead light, his sternum appeared somewhat prominent, starkly noticeable.
Fu Jing lifted him up, dragged him upstairs, and pushed him onto the bed.
“Onuo’s contract will increase by two percentage points. Agree or not?” Fu Jing straddled Jiang You’s waist, pressing down on his shoulders.
“Fine. I’ve said before, as long as it doesn’t exceed five percent.” Jiang You had negotiated the first collaboration with Onuo five years ago.
Over the past five years, the economy had improved, and prices had risen, so it was impossible to stick to the original contract without any increase.
However, since they had already offered significant concessions before, a slight symbolic increase would suffice—no need to give too much.
Jiang You had anticipated a five-percent increase; Fu Jing negotiating it down to two was beyond his expectations.
Jiang You raised his arm and patted Fu Jing’s shoulder. “Fu Jing, you did really well.”
Fu Jing frowned and gripped his jaw. “Are you praising me?”
“Uh…” Jiang You hesitated, unsure how to respond to please Fu Jing. After a moment’s thought, he patted Fu Jing’s shoulder again. “I just think my man is truly outstanding.”
Fu Jing swatted his arm away. “I don’t need you to think I’m outstanding.”
Jiang You then teased his chin. “Then smile for me. Don’t be so unhappy.”
Fu Jing grabbed his wrist and pinned it above his head. “How can I smile when the sight of you irritates me?”
“…” Jiang You pursed his lips and sighed softly. “Don’t be like this, hubby. It’s been almost a month since we last saw each other. I’ve missed you so much.”
Fu Jing lowered his gaze without responding.
Jiang You’s eyes sparkled like stars. “Fu Jing, haven’t you noticed I’ve gotten a little better-looking?”
Fu Jing frowned. “?”
Jiang You lifted his lips. “I got injections. Haven’t you noticed my face is fuller now?”
Fu Jing: “…”
Now that he mentioned it, Jiang You’s face did seem rounder than before. Fu Jing had thought he’d gained some weight—turned out it was cosmetic enhancement.
Fu Jing snorted coldly. “It doesn’t look much better.”
Jiang You frowned and touched his own face. “Really? Is it uglier than when it was sunken before?”
Fu Jing pinched his cheek, surprised by the unexpectedly soft and tender texture. “Really.”
Jiang You gave a playful smile. “It’s fine. My husband is beautiful.”
Fu Jing let out a suppressed, long sigh. After unbuckling Jiang You’s belt, he flipped him over.
Jiang You looked back and said in a negotiating tone, “How about another day, Fu Jing? It’s too late tonight.”
He had just been discharged from the hospital and wasn’t in the best condition.
Fu Jing curved one side of his lips. “Didn’t you say you missed me? Then let me cherish you properly, Jiang You.”
Jiang You could tell Fu Jing was speaking through gritted teeth.
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Fu Jing had astonishing stamina.
After being passionately “stir-fried” in various positions for hours, Jiang You was thrown into the iron cage specially built for him.
Jiang You was in poor health now, and such matters were draining for him.
Let alone the excruciating hours.
After finishing a meal, Jiang You couldn’t even stand up. It was Fu Jing who hauled him up and threw him into the cage.
Over the years, whenever he misbehaved or angered Fu Jing, Fu Jing would throw him into this cage.
What Fu Jing hated most in his life were those who abused power and money to act recklessly.
Jiang You was one of them.
The two had originally been university classmates, with Jiang You pursuing him just before graduation.
In Fu Jing’s eyes, Jiang You had a cold demeanor and was reticent. Fu Jing preferred sunny, outgoing types, so Jiang You wasn’t his ideal marriage partner.
In the third month of Jiang You’s pursuit, Fu Jing confirmed he wasn’t his type and unhesitatingly gave him the “nice guy” rejection.
He thought that would be the end of their story.
It wasn’t until the day he was notified about marrying Jiang You that Fu Jing learned this university classmate of four years, this persistent pursuer, was actually the crown prince of the business world’s leading Jiang Corporation.
After being rejected by Fu Jing, Jiang You used Jiang Corporation’s influence to semi-forcibly make Fu Jing marry him.
The Jiang family found colleagues who could communicate with the Fu family and went directly to propose marriage.
The Fu family was then a struggling small workshop on the verge of bankruptcy.
For the business giant Jiang Corporation to seek marriage ties with them was a blessing they couldn’t obtain even with eight lifetimes of good fortune.
Thus, Fu Jing became the sacrificial lamb to satisfy both parties’ selfish desires.
Fu Jing’s father’s company received support from the Jiang family. After drastic reforms by senior managers, it recovered and began thriving.
And Jiang You obtained the moonlight he desperately craved.
Fu Jing felt like a powerless ancient princess with a fate as fragile as duckweed, forcibly pushed onto the wedding sedan by fate’s hand.
So over the years, he constantly found new ways to humiliate Jiang You, hoping Jiang You would recognize his flaws and let go of his obsession.
However, Jiang You proved much more resilient than expected, completely deluded and unwilling to turn back.
What he didn’t know was that Jiang You, this ultimate love-struck fool, didn’t feel humiliated nor think Fu Jing was terrible.
Jiang You only thought his sexual preferences were unconventional, finding him uniquely interesting and somewhat childish.
Still, Jiang You found this version of Fu Jing adorably contrasting.
Like inserting a small pink cherry blossom into a severely buttoned black suit – fresh and cute.
Wasn’t this what loving someone meant? Finding everything about them endearing.
When Fu Jing woke up, Jiang You was curled up asleep in the cage. He was completely naked, with only the thin blanket Fu Jing had thrown him.
Jiang You had wrapped himself tightly in the blanket like a mummy, only his head exposed.
With clothes on it was somewhat better, but last night in bed, he’d discovered Jiang You had genuinely grown thinner.
Heard he’d been filming movies – abandoning his proper CEO duties to run around outside neglecting his work.
Hmph, surely he’d learned his lesson now?
After last night’s stormy events, the watch on his wrist alerted Jiang You that he had a fever again.
Before leaving, Fu Jing let him out like releasing a dog.
Wrapped in the blanket, Jiang You stood before Fu Jing. “Fu Jing, will you come home for dinner tonight?”
“No.” Fu Jing’s voice was cold.
“…Fu Jing, I have a fever.”
Fu Jing, who was tying his tie, tilted his head to look at him.