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This is Too Well-behaved
Chapter 9: This Is Too Well-Behaved
Fu Jing merely gave him a cool glance before indifferently looking away, getting up to fetch another piece from the table himself.
Jiang You awkwardly withdrew his hand, his lowered eyelashes betraying a hint of imperceptible disappointment.
He stared at the red cherry on the cake for a moment, then picked it up by its stem and popped it into his mouth.
Sweet and sour.
They say love tastes like this, but Jiang You had only ever experienced the sour part.
He picked up a small fork, cut off a tiny piece of cake, and put it in his mouth. It was sweet and silky smooth.
He wondered if the sweetness that followed the sourness was the taste of cream cake.
When Fu Jing glanced at Jiang You, he was quietly eating his cake.
This was the second time Fu Jing had seen Jiang You eat cake recently. It had been a long time since he’d seen Jiang You touch any sweets.
He didn’t know why he’d suddenly changed his habits.
Yi Bei’an sat down beside Jiang You, smiling like a steamed bun with his eyes narrowed to slits. “President Jiang, did you buy this cake for Fu Jing?”
“Yes,” Jiang You nodded lightly. “Is it edible?”
“It’s absolutely delicious! I was just about to ask which shop you ordered from,” Yi Bei’an said while stuffing more cake into his mouth.
Jiang You mentioned a name, and Yi Bei’an immediately froze.
He shouldn’t have asked. The cakes that President Jiang of Jiang Corporation ate were beyond what ordinary people like him could afford.
Yi Bei’an forced a smile. “It must be quite expensive, right?”
Jiang You replied calmly, “Not expensive at all. These few cakes together cost less than five thousand.”
“Heh heh heh…” Right, not expensive at all—just an ordinary person’s monthly salary.
Jiang You had no concept of prices, especially when it came to things like cakes.
But judging by Yi Bei’an’s reaction, he felt his previous answer might have been inappropriate.
Trying to make up for it and show friendliness to Fu Jing’s friend, Jiang You said to Yi Bei’an, “I have a membership card that gives me discounts. When your birthday comes, I’ll buy one for you, okay?”
Jiang You’s tone was almost coaxing, making Yi Bei’an feel unexpectedly honored.
This was Jiang You’s instinctive reaction—he wanted to make a good impression on Fu Jing’s friend, to show that he wasn’t that bad.
Yi Bei’an smiled and said, “It would be an honor just to have President Jiang attend my birthday. There’s no need for you to spend money.”
Jiang You had never been to any of Fu Jing’s friends’ birthday parties—Fu Jing never brought him along.
Jiang You put the half-eaten cake on the table and asked Yi Bei’an with a serious expression, “When is your birthday?”
Jiang You didn’t smile often and usually maintained a stern expression, always appearing meticulous.
Being questioned so seriously by Jiang You gave Yi Bei’an the feeling of being interviewed by a CEO.
Meanwhile, due to professional habit, he unconsciously analyzed Jiang You’s personality.
Jiang You seemed to be someone with high emotional stability, though this didn’t rule out that he was just good at restraint.
Some children, influenced by their upbringing, develop habits of emotional suppression. These children view emotional expression as risky and therefore rarely reveal their true feelings in front of others.
Just like cats rarely expose their softest bellies to others.
Yi Bei’an brought a plate of pistachios over to Jiang You. “My birthday is in summer, August. If President Jiang has time then, you must come with Fu Jing!”
Jiang You crossed his arms, resting his right index finger against his lips, lost in thought for a moment.
He didn’t know if he could live until that time. Even if he could, Fu Jing would have already divorced him by then and would no longer care about him.
Thinking of this, Jiang You couldn’t help but feel somewhat disheartened. He said to Yi Bei’an, “If there’s a chance… I’ll definitely go.”
Yi Bei’an smiled and agreed, “Sure thing, President Jiang. There will definitely be a chance. When the time comes, we’ll hang out in the evening. No matter how busy President Jiang is, you still have to get off work at night, right?”
Jiang You lifted the corners of his lips slightly and nodded, “Thank you.”
Jiang You thought Yi Bei’an was truly a good person.
Yi Bei’an was taken aback. Why was he being thanked?
After a moment’s thought, he realized it was only because Fu Jing had treated Jiang You so poorly. Otherwise, he would have had a billionaire friend long ago.
Yi Bei’an hooked his arm around Jiang You’s shoulder, “We’re all friends here, President Jiang. No need to be so polite. Let’s hang out more often when we have the chance.”
The lighting in the private room was dim, and this was the first time Yi Bei’an had seen Jiang You up close.
Children from wealthy families naturally carry an air of nobility, and Jiang You was no exception. From head to toe, he exuded a natural elegance and gentleness.
His skin was fair and delicate, his face small with smooth, firm lines. He looked as if he carried a pleasant fragrance.
For a billionaire CEO to look like this was truly top-tier, Yi Bei’an thought.
Jiang You curled the hand resting on his leg slightly and smiled faintly, his lips pressed together, “Then you can call me Jiang You.”
Yi Bei’an froze for a moment, blinked, then raised the corners of his lips, “Alright, alright…”
Yi Bei’an hadn’t interacted deeply with Jiang You before. Only now did he realize that Jiang You was such a straightforward person.
He was really too well-behaved.
There was none of the arrogance or airs you’d expect from a billionaire CEO. Wasn’t this quite likable?
Unconsciously, he looked past Jiang You toward Fu Jing. Fu Jing was holding a wine glass, glancing at him indifferently.
Yi Bei’an pursed his lips and shook his head at him, thinking to himself: No taste.
Fu Jing didn’t know what internal drama he was acting out and snorted coldly before looking away.
After a while, Zhang Zhisen made a video call to a handsome young man named Wan Shuoshuo.
As soon as the call connected, they heard him shouting at the top of his lungs, “Happy birthday, Fu Jing!”
Wan Shuoshuo pointed the phone toward Fu Jing.
Fu Jing asked him when he was returning to the country. Zhang Zhisen said it wasn’t certain yet and that he’d contact him when he came back.
Zhang Zhisen was a second-generation heir who had inherited the family fortune but not the family business, so he had both money and freedom.
Last year, on a whim, he opened a Detective Agency in Country R.
Fu Jing wasn’t clear about the specifics of their services, but the most common thing he heard was catching cheating spouses.
Helping him find Jiang You a while ago was probably the most legitimate business they had taken on.
After chatting for a while, Zhang Zhisen suddenly called out Jiang You’s name.
Everyone present tensed up. Only Zhang Zhisen would dare to address Jiang You so directly.
Jiang You turned slightly to appear on the screen. He wasn’t particularly cold, but he wasn’t enthusiastic either.
He just lowered his eyes and looked calmly at Zhang Zhisen on the screen.
Zhang Zhisen was holding a glass of red wine, sitting in a leather chair, seemingly in an office.
He raised his glass and smiled toward Jiang You, “Long time no see, President Jiang. Care for a drink?”
Jiang You hardly ever touched alcohol.
Not to mention his current poor health, the more important reason was that he got drunk at the slightest taste of alcohol.
“I don’t drink,” Jiang You said, crossing his legs and leaning back into the sofa.
“Oh, maybe I’m not important enough. But surely President Jiang can have a drink with Fu Jing, right?”
He was clearly picking a fight.
Jiang You glanced sideways at Fu Jing, remaining silent for two seconds before replying, “Didn’t you hear me say I don’t drink?”
Fu Jing’s expression shifted almost imperceptibly, his gaze seeming to grow heavy with something unspoken.
Just then, Wan Shuoshuo holding her phone for a video call straddled Fu Jing’s lap and said cheerfully, “Brother, let me drink with you on President Jiang’s behalf.”