8
Will You Break Down?
Chapter 8: Will You Break?
Jiang You brought his hand forward from behind his back.
On his index finger was a keychain connected to a small metal object resembling a lighter.
It was entirely rose gold in color, with a carved three-dimensional tricolor rose pattern.
“A gift I brought back for you from this trip abroad.” Jiang You shook the small object in his hand, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
Throughout their years of marriage, Jiang You always brought Fu Jing a gift whenever he traveled.
“A lighter?” Fu Jing stared at the object in his hand, his expression and tone indifferent, showing little interest.
The curve of Jiang You’s lips widened. He pinched the object, twisted the winder at the back, and the tiny thing, no larger than his palm, began to play a crisp melody.
“It’s a miniature music box,” Jiang You said softly. “Isn’t it exquisite?”
His eyes sparkled as he looked at Fu Jing, full of anticipation, as if Fu Jing’s approval meant everything to him.
Fu Jing stared at his face. Without makeup, Jiang You looked less vibrant—his complexion pale, his lips lacking color.
“Boring,” Fu Jing said coldly, lowering his head to continue looking at his phone. “If you like it, keep it for yourself.”
Jiang You pressed down Fu Jing’s hand holding the phone and thrust the miniature music box in front of him. “Don’t underestimate it. This little thing wasn’t easy to find. You can use it as a keychain.”
Jiang You was like a dedicated salesman, determined to make a sale.
Fu Jing looked at him with a mix of helplessness and irritation, his expression clearly asking, “What do you want now?”
Jiang You cupped Fu Jing’s face and said in a soft voice, “Don’t be angry, Fu Jing. You know you’re the only one in my heart.”
Fu Jing’s eyelids drooped halfway, his gaze devoid of any warmth.
Jiang You held Fu Jing’s shoulders, leaned forward, and placed the music box on the bedside table on Fu Jing’s side.
This movement caused the hem of his pajamas to lift slightly, revealing an extremely narrow waist, so slender it seemed two hands could encircle it.
At the same time, a faint fragrance drifted into Fu Jing’s nostrils. Fu Jing stared at Jiang You’s close profile and neck, his Adam’s apple moving silently.
After setting down the music box, Jiang You sat back on Fu Jing’s lap.
His hand slowly moved up Fu Jing’s thigh, his palm covering a soft, warm spot. “Your birthday is coming up. Any wishes? Within my ability, I’ll fulfill them.”
Without hesitation, Fu Jing replied, “Divorce.”
Hearing this, Jiang You tightened his grip. “You’re so unromantic, Fu Jing.”
Over the years, Jiang You had grown almost immune to the word “divorce.” At first, hearing Fu Jing mention it would break his heart, but now he felt only numbness.
Like a patient clinging to life, surviving day by day.
Oh, right—not just like, he was indeed a patient clinging to life now.
He bent down, kissing Fu Jing’s neck and chin. When he reached his lips, Fu Jing turned his face away.
Jiang You pinched his chin, turned his face back, and forced a kiss.
“Scoundrel,” Fu Jing said coldly, glaring at him.
“Darling, it’s been five years, and you’re still this aloof. Do you know how defeated I feel?” Jiang You tugged at Fu Jing’s waistband…
Fu Jing let out a cold laugh. How rare to hear the word “defeated” from Jiang You’s mouth.
It lifted Fu Jing’s spirits considerably.
He patted Jiang You’s face lightly but firmly. “Turn back before it’s too late, President Jiang. This path with me leads nowhere.”
Jiang You curved his lips, glancing down at his lower body, “So is this path feasible?”
Fu Jing was already fully aroused, yet his expression remained detached, “Come if you’re coming, otherwise get lost.”
Jiang You lifted his chin, “Don’t be so fierce, Fu Jing.”
Fu Jing snorted coldly, gripping his neck and pushing him down into the bedding.
He bit fiercely into Jiang You’s neck, sharp pain piercing through the skin. Jiang You hissed in pain, tightly clutching the cotton sheets beneath him.
As clothing was torn away, the world in Jiang You’s eyes began to sway slowly.
Fu Jing tilted his head back slightly, emitting a satisfied sigh.
Jiang You frowned, his breathing heavy and disordered, “…Fu Jing, be gentler, okay? I… I can’t take it…”
“Will you break, Jiang You?” Fu Jing asked like a lofty deity, looking down at him through lowered eyelids.
Jiang You remained silent.
He would break.
Moreover, he was already broken—the tumor in his brain was gradually consuming him, rotting him away.
Soon enough, he would return to dust.
Fu Jing grabbed his wrist, roughly flipping him over before leaning down, lips pressed against his ear. The scorching breath made Jiang You’s heart tremble.
“Jiang You, I want to see you break.”
“Why?” Jiang You’s voice wavered like snow that scatters upon landing, fragile and transient.
Why?
Because Jiang You was too dominant, too overbearing. He stood like a towering mountain, always upright and unyielding.
Fu Jing wanted to see him crumble.
…
On Fu Jing’s birthday, he organized a gathering at a private club.
Jiang You wasn’t very familiar with his friends, after all, he only saw these people once a year on Fu Jing’s birthday.
Usually, Fu Jing never brought him along when hanging out with friends.
There were also several unfamiliar faces Jiang You had never seen before, both men and women, all exceptionally attractive in looks and figure.
After dinner, the group went downstairs to a private room to drink.
From their conversation, Jiang You learned these young beauties were all arranged by Zhang Zhisen.
Zhang Zhisen was overseas and couldn’t return for Fu Jing’s birthday, so he had his ‘friends’ celebrate on his behalf.
Zhang Zhisen, Fu Jing, and Jiang You were university classmates.
Fu Jing didn’t know what conflict existed between them, but Zhang Zhisen seemed to hold a grudge against Jiang You.
Every time they met, the conversation inevitably turned to Jiang You, with Zhang Zhisen always taking the opportunity to harshly criticize him.
This time, he was using the birthday occasion to stir trouble again.
With one glance, Fu Jing knew these people were deliberately brought by Zhang Zhisen to provoke Jiang You.
Jiang You maintained a cold expression, his low-pressure gaze fixed on these attractive men and women.
The room temperature seemed to drop several degrees suddenly.
During the cake-cutting ceremony.
Everyone rushed to offer Jiang You pieces of cake. Sitting regally in the center, Jiang You resembled a cold, noble king who didn’t need to lift a finger to make everyone bow before him.
Fu Jing naturally understood the reason behind this.
The resources that trickled through Jiang You’s fingers were enough to sustain his friends’ small operations for several lifetimes.
Such is worldly reality, human nature.
But the fire burning in his chest didn’t extinguish just because he understood.
Fu Jing silently picked up his glass and drained it in one go.
Jiang You took a piece of cake from Yi Bei’an and presented it to Fu Jing, “Happy birthday, Fu Jing. May you be safe and sound in your new year.”
The way he held the cake while looking at Fu Jing appeared as devout as making a sacrificial offering.