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After He Dies, They Can Do Whatever They Want
Chapter 6: Once He Dies, They Can Do Whatever They Want
Fu Jing wondered to himself, when had he ever wanted to recruit a second assistant? How come he didn’t know about it?
Jiang You didn’t have the energy to mentor anyone, but if Qi Xiaoxi was willing to work hard and had Fu Jing guiding her, she would improve quickly.
Once Qi Xiaoxi got the hang of things, she could be a great help to Fu Jing and would surely become his capable assistant in the future.
Jiang You didn’t have much time left; he needed to plan for what would come after.
Although he didn’t want to see Fu Jing with someone else, whenever he thought about his own physical condition, Jiang You felt he shouldn’t be so selfish.
After all, he couldn’t take Fu Jing with him when he died, so he might as well let Fu Jing choose the happiness he wanted.
If the two of them really wanted something to happen between them, they could do it secretly—just as long as he didn’t know about it.
Once he died, they could do whatever they wanted.
Halfway through the meal, Jiang You’s head throbbed intensely, and waves of nausea churned in his stomach. Only then did he remember that he had rushed out that morning and forgotten to take his medicine.
“I’m going to the restroom,” Jiang You said, bracing his hands on the table as he stood up. His face was as pale as the tablecloth in front of him.
Fu Jing glanced at him but paid no further attention.
The air freshener in the restroom was overpowering, and Jiang You instantly felt his headache worsen. His hands trembling, he opened his pillbox.
Just then, with a click, the door of the stall beside him was flung open, and a boy with dyed yellow hair crashed squarely into him.
Jiang You was knocked to the ground, and the boy nearly landed on top of him, only managing to avoid crushing Jiang You by bracing himself with his hands on the floor.
The two men ended up in an awkward, tangled heap, creating a scene that was both embarrassing and chaotic.
Jiang You’s pillbox slipped from his hand and fell to the floor, scattering pills of various sizes like a broken string of beads.
When Fu Jing entered the restroom, this was the chaotic scene that greeted him.
Qi Xiaoxi had noticed Jiang You’s pallor and his unusually quiet demeanor, so she had urged Fu Jing to check on him.
As it happened, Fu Jing had also needed to use the restroom.
“Shit, sorry, man,” the boy stammered, scrambling to his feet before helping Jiang You up. Staring at the pills scattered across the floor, the boy looked utterly at a loss. “This… this…”
Jiang You gazed at the pills on the floor, equally bewildered.
The boy scratched the back of his head, his expression full of regret, then crouched down and began picking up the pills one by one, as if gathering seashells.
Fu Jing, who had been standing at the entrance, stepped inside and frowned at Jiang You. “What happened?”
The boy looked apologetically at Fu Jing. “Sorry, I’m the one who bumped into him…”
Jiang You spoke up then, “Don’t bother picking them up. They can’t be taken after they’ve fallen on the floor.”
The boy stood up reluctantly.
He could only retrieve the empty pillbox and hand it back to Jiang You. “Really sorry, man. Are you not feeling well? Do you need these pills urgently?”
Fu Jing gripped Jiang You’s arm, his eyes fixed on the few white pills near the tips of his shoes. “Are these pills yours?”
At first, he had assumed they belonged to the boy.
He had never known Jiang You was on medication, let alone this many pills.
What illness did he have?
Jiang You licked his lips and silently took the pillbox from the boy.
“Man, you look really pale. Did I hurt you when I bumped into you? Let’s go to the hospital and get you checked out,” the boy said, grabbing Jiang You’s wrist.
Fu Jing tugged Jiang You’s arm, pulling him back, and raised his voice impatiently. “Are you unwell?”
Jiang You’s head was pounding, and now that his pills were gone, he wasn’t sure what to do.
A dazed look flickered in his eyes as he lifted his head to glance at Fu Jing, shaking it woodenly. “I’m fine.”
The boy grabbed his wrist again. “Bro, let me take you to the hospital. Just to make sure everything’s okay so we can rest easy.”
“No need.” Jiang You pushed him away, turning to leave with his head lowered.
Fu Jing followed him out, eyeing his loose-fitting clothes. “Why are you taking so much medicine? What’s wrong with you?”
Jiang You halted and looked back at him. “What else could it be? Lovesickness, of course.”
He raised his hand, gripping Fu Jing’s side and giving it a light pinch.
Fu Jing still hadn’t figured out Jiang You’s peculiar temperament.
Like now, for instance—Jiang You was using an utterly expressionless face to deliver cheesy pickup lines with complete seriousness.
Years ago, the first time Jiang You had ambushed him with cheesy pickup lines, it had taken Fu Jing three whole days to recover.
How could someone so cold and gloomy possibly use cheesy pickup lines to flirt?
Though the flirting effect was negligible, it still packed a surprising punch for Fu Jing.
It was like forcing a muscular boxer to wear a maid outfit—that was the feeling.
“Maybe you should just fish the medicine out of the toilet and make do with that,” Fu Jing said, prying Jiang You’s hand from his waist and gripping it tightly.
Jiang You winced in pain, furrowing his brows. “That hurts, Fu Jing.” He put on a fragile, delicate expression.
Jiang You’s wrist was slender—so much so that Fu Jing could easily circle it with his thumb and forefinger.
Fu Jing snorted coldly and released him.
Jiang You rubbed his wrist, rotating it a few times, and said to Fu Jing, “You eat with Xiaoxi. I’ll head out first. If she asks, just tell her I had something urgent.”
He needed to hurry home to take his medicine, afraid he wouldn’t be able to hold out and might have an episode in front of Fu Jing.
Without a word in response, Fu Jing turned and walked away, his gaze icy.
Watching Fu Jing’s retreating figure, a look of disappointment surfaced on Jiang You’s face.
His body felt weak, his head throbbing and heavy. Jiang You crouched in a corner by the hotel entrance, catching his breath for a long moment.
“Bro.” The boy from the restroom suddenly appeared behind Jiang You.
Jiang You, squatting like a mushroom on the ground, turned his head and looked at him in puzzlement.
“Bro, you’re Jiang You, right? The director of Love and Hate Stirring up a Sea of Bitterness and the CEO of Jiang Corporation?” The boy bent over, hands on his knees, leaning in with a bright, smiling face.
Hah, he’d listed every title possible.
“You know me?” Jiang You slowly rose from the ground.
“I’m your fan, bro! I really love the movie you made.” The boy’s eyes sparkled. “Weren’t you in the news recently? They said you were critically ill—it scared me to death.”
Jiang You hadn’t expected there to be anyone in this world who’d be frightened by the thought of him dying.
A warmth spread through his heart.
“Bro, why are you squatting here?”
“It’s nothing, I’m leaving now.” Jiang You stuffed his hands into his pockets and started down the steps.
Seeing that Jiang You wasn’t heading toward the parking lot, the boy pulled out his car keys and caught up. “You didn’t drive, bro? Let me give you a ride.”
“No, thanks.” Jiang You glanced back at him.
The boy grabbed his arm from behind and tugged him toward the parking lot. “Don’t be polite, bro. I won’t charge you for the ride.”
“Hey…” Jiang You let himself be dragged away as if he were being kidnapped.
Once they reached the parking lot, the boy practically shoved Jiang You into the passenger seat.
If the boy hadn’t been so plain-looking, Jiang You might have suspected he was being abducted for his looks.
“Bro, I’m Lan Hai.” The boy extended his hand and introduced himself.
Jiang You gave a symbolic handshake, barely grasping his fingertips. “Your given name and surname go so well together…”
Like a toilet seat and its cover.
Lan Hai gripped his hand firmly in return, beaming brightly. “Right? With this kind of surname, it’s easy to come up with names, and they sound particularly nice.”
Jiang You suppressed a laugh.
“Oh, brother, why are your hands so cold?” Lan Hai used both hands to tightly envelop Jiang You’s hand.