7
Take Good Care of Yourself
Chapter 7: Keep Yourself Properly Behaved
Lan Hai’s hand was warm. Jiang You froze for a moment before withdrawing his hand and putting it in his pocket.
He suddenly remembered that it had been a long time since he last held Fu Jing’s hand.
Lan Hai turned the heater to maximum.
After Lan Hai drove Jiang You home, Jiang You felt it would be impolite to let him leave directly, so he invited him in for a drink.
Jiang You wasn’t a person without caution.
The reason he felt so at ease with Lan Hai was, first, he had no physical attractiveness for others to covet, and second, although Lan Hai looked young, the car he drove was quite expensive.
He must be from a wealthy family, which meant he certainly wasn’t short of money, so Jiang You had nothing to worry about.
After entering the house, Jiang You brought Lan Hai a cup of hot chocolate. “Have a seat for a while.”
Lan Hai was examining the mural on his wall. “Brother, why don’t you have your wedding photo with your husband hanging in your home?”
Jiang You frowned and said in a deep voice, “Is that not allowed?”
Lan Hai gave an embarrassed laugh and scratched the back of his head. “I was just asking.”
“Drink your hot chocolate. I’m going upstairs for a moment.” After saying this, Jiang You turned and went upstairs.
He would have liked to hang one, but they didn’t have a wedding photo—Fu Jing refused to take one with him.
When Jiang You came back down after taking his medicine, Lan Hai was obediently sitting on the sofa drinking his hot chocolate.
Jiang You thought he should probably offer Lan Hai some desserts or snacks, but even if he dug three feet underground in his home, he wouldn’t find such things.
Neither he nor Fu Jing ate them.
“Brother, people outside are saying your relationship with your husband isn’t good. Is that true?” Lan Hai asked with a serious expression.
Jiang You’s brows furrowed again as he stared at his face. “Are you a journalist?” Jiang You was genuinely considering Lan Hai’s identity.
“No, no.” Lan Hai waved his hands. “Sorry, brother, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I just couldn’t help being curious.”
Jiang You put down his cup of hot water. “Alright, you gave me a ride, and I’ve treated you to a drink. We’re even now. You should go home.”
“Brother, are you kicking me out just because I touched on a sensitive topic?” Lan Hai raised his eyebrows.
“You know it’s sensitive?” Jiang You’s expression turned somewhat stern. “You look young, but you’re probably not that young either. You should understand social boundaries.”
“I’m twenty-two this year, old enough to get married.” Lan Hai straightened his back and smoothed his jacket.
Jiang You: “…”
Lan Hai’s posture made it seem as if reaching marriageable age was some remarkable achievement.
Jiang You hadn’t meant to inquire about his age and didn’t understand why he suddenly revealed it.
“Brother, you married your husband around my age, right?” Lan Hai leaned forward, looking very interested.
Jiang You took a small sip from his cup, his expression calm. “What about it?”
Lan Hai got up and sat beside him, familiarly putting an arm around his shoulder:
“Brother, if you had the courage to marry young, you should also have the courage to make a clean break. If this marriage isn’t making you happy, then walk away. Don’t waste your time and life on someone who isn’t worth it.”
Over the years, Fu Jing had been involved in numerous romantic scandals. To outsiders, Jiang You probably seemed to be the unloved one.
Although that was indeed the reality.
“Alright, you can go home now.” Jiang You set down his cup.
Lan Hai: “……………………”
After Lan Hai left, Jiang You sat alone on the sofa lost in thought.
What is worth it? And what isn’t?
Who said everything must be measured by whether it’s worth it or not?
He had never considered whether it was worth it to be with Fu Jing; he only knew that he wanted Fu Jing.
He didn’t even care whether Fu Jing wanted him or not.
Jiang You always believed that as long as he treated Fu Jing well, Fu Jing would eventually like him and accept him.
But Fu Jing was like ice, impossible to warm.
Still, it was just as well. If Fu Jing didn’t like him, he wouldn’t be sad or heartbroken when Jiang You died.
When Fu Jing returned home, the afternoon sun was blazing, spilling across the balcony and casting a golden glow over Jiang You, who was fast asleep on the sofa.
Bathed in the sunlight, Jiang You’s hair looked soft and fluffy, and his white sweater resembled the fur of some fuzzy animal, making him appear tender and delicate.
Whether he felt cold or not, Jiang You had curled into a ball, hugging himself tightly.
Fu Jing let out a soft hum and turned to go upstairs.
Suddenly, he turned back. Out of the corner of his eye, he had noticed an empty hot chocolate mug on the coffee table across from Jiang You.
Fu Jing turned around and examined the empty chocolate mug carefully.
No wonder he had smelled a cloyingly sweet chocolate scent when he entered.
Staring at the sleeping Jiang You on the sofa, Fu Jing’s gaze inexplicably turned cold, and he silently went upstairs.
After washing his hands, Fu Jing went to the study and checked the home surveillance footage on his computer. It turned out that the boy from this morning had come home with Jiang You.
What kind of twisted relationships between men and women—or even between men and men, women and women—could move this fast?
A surge of fury rose in his heart. With a sharp snap, Fu Jing closed the laptop and went downstairs with a darkened expression.
The sleeping Jiang You looked utterly defenseless, his buried face even giving off a hint of fragility.
Walking up to the sofa, Fu Jing didn’t hesitate for a second. He grabbed Jiang You by the collar and hauled him up from the couch.
Jiang You was too light—even with just one hand, Fu Jing found it effortless.
Jiang You had been sleeping deeply. Suddenly being yanked awake, he was terrified out of his wits.
Startled, Jiang You’s pupils contracted abruptly, his face filled with panic. His cold fingertips gripped Fu Jing’s wrist. “Wh-what’s wrong?”
His voice still carried traces of sleep.
“You met some pretty boy in the morning and brought him home in the afternoon? Jiang You, you work fast,” Fu Jing said, his jaw tightening into a sharp, blade-like line.
It took Jiang You a moment to realize who Fu Jing was referring to.
Jiang You’s breathing quickened involuntarily, his prominent collarbones becoming even more pronounced with the rise and fall of his chest.
Jiang You swallowed and explained softly, “That boy just walked me home. I invited him in for a drink, that’s all.”
Fu Jing nodded, his grip on Jiang You’s collar tightening. “Good. And what’s the next step?”
“What next step?” Jiang You’s eyes were clear and innocent, as though he were completely blameless.
“The next step—are you going to sleep with him?” Fu Jing raised his voice.
“…” Jiang You licked his dry, sore lips and patiently explained, “Fu Jing, I don’t lack places to stay. Even if I wanted to sleep with someone, I wouldn’t do it at home.”
Fu Jing’s anger didn’t subside with Jiang You’s explanation.
“Jiang You, remember this: if you still want a place in my bed, you’d better keep yourself clean,” Fu Jing gritted his teeth. “Otherwise, let’s just get divorced now.”
“The words ‘keep yourself clean’ apply to you as well,” Jiang You met his gaze, a cold glint in his eyes.
“Hmph…” Fu Jing curled his lips. “It might be a little late for you to say that now.”
He pushed Jiang You backward and turned to go upstairs.
Jiang You felt as if all strength had drained from his body, collapsing weightlessly into the sofa.
His collar was tugged askew by Fu Jing, exposing pale, bony shoulders that made him appear as fragile as if he’d just been assaulted.
Over the years, Fu Jing had been involved in numerous romantic scandals, yet he never responded to them nor offered Jiang You any explanations.
As long as things didn’t go too far, Jiang You would turn a blind eye.
But now it seemed Fu Jing might truly be a promiscuous man.
Slumping listlessly, Jiang You remained sprawled on the sofa, lost in thought for a long time.
Suddenly, he straightened up as if revitalized. He decided: unless he caught Fu Jing in the act, it didn’t count.
Fu Jing was still pure.
That evening after their showers, as they lay in bed, Jiang You distractedly scrolled through his phone while occasionally glancing at Fu Jing beside him, pondering how to appease him.
After hesitating briefly, he got up and settled on Fu Jing’s lap, gently scratching Fu Jing’s chin.
Fu Jing’s brows furrowed deeply as he looked up with clear disdain, his voice cold. “Get off.”