“Hulu Hulu [Purring / Patting Sound]”
Waiting until Fu Yunting fell asleep, Jiang Zhi didn’t leave either, sitting on the rattan chair by the bed to be a quiet little nursing worker, while simultaneously taking a look at the magical online world.
Jiang Zhi did not have a public social media account; externally there was only a studio.
The studio didn’t have many fans, basically all being old fans who had followed Jiang Zhi from very early on, and foreign fans accumulated from various piano competitions outside over these years.
They were mostly students from music academies, engaged in the music industry, or children who had studied piano since childhood and truly liked classical music.
Usually on there, it was just some candid road-reveal pictures of Jiang Zhi’s itinerary; from the title to the release time, everything was very plain, and the comments below were also very quiet, few and far between.
But starting from last night, the fan follower volume rose upward, doubling. An award-winning video from hundreds of years ago was suddenly dug out by people and hung onto the big hot-topics.
This was when Jiang Zhi was 18 years old, after taking the gold prize at the Bach Piano Competition, his collaborative performance with a world top-tier orchestra; it was also from then on that Jiang Zhi’s name began to gradually enter within the public’s line of sight.
In a strict sense, if he didn’t return and continued his career abroad, his future would only be better than right now—but he returned.
It could be that he missed home, or it could be that he was fated to have this encounter.
At the beginning of his return, Jiang Zhi had chatted a lot with the company; the domestic market and audience were limited, so this was one of the fastest and most prominent methods—after this encounter, things would be fine.
Jiang Zhi was accustomed to being heartless and lungless [carefree], and didn’t feel it was anything much either.
He didn’t expect that with yesterday’s stroke, the effect came out; overnight, all his efforts over these years were being seen by everyone—it was deadly magical.
It had even extended out a wave of a magical fan community, specifically coming in to cp-嗑 [ship the couple]; clearly Fu Yunting didn’t even have a single picture, which was just ridiculous.
Insider news: it is said that the dominant CEO and the little pianist are still childhood sweethearts, yet another sugar point.
Slurp, this face of Jiang Zhi truly looks not ordinarily high and cold, but turning around toward LG, the little facial expressions come out. Begging Tianjing Papa to release more pictures, getting more and more hooked.
Originally still thought this kid was a scheming bitch, choosing to combine together with Ye Yanxi at such a massive occasion; didn’t expect the two of them are truly good friends.
Everyone pay close attention to look, on the side there is also a Movie King Gan, Hahaha, first time seeing his sense of presence so low and sluggish.
These four people at one table, the official side is too good at it! Directly pulled high the average appearance score of the inner entertainment circle.
I don’t care about other people, anyway I am just die-hard shipping this pair of the dominant CEO and the little charming wife.
Dominant CEO, little charming wife?
Jiang Zhi clutched his chest, a wave of heart-infarction hitting him. He didn’t expect that his Jiang family’s lifetime of innocence would end up ruined upon his own body—he actually had to rely on a man, rely on hype to pop out of the circle!
How could this be endured!
He moved his fingers, feeling it was necessary for himself to establish a work account to pull the character persona back.
Only just as he opened the page, a verification message for a new friend popped out.
Ye Yanxi.
Just these three characters plus a period, not a single punctuation mark more.
Seeing this, Jiang Zhi threw yesterday’s matters behind his head, agreed to add, and launched a loving heart toward the other party.
Right now, nothing could be more important than being good friends with the protagonist; this was the matter Jiang Zhi had figured out yesterday.
If the other party was high and cold, then he must be close and caring—but it seemed to have scared Ye Yanxi not lightly.
Ye Yanxi:???? Is it the person himself?
Zhizhi:……
Subsequently, the other party then posted the hot video that Jiang Zhi had browsed just a moment ago, Little older brother is so handsome, little older brother I am placing a call [cheering] for you!
Jiang Zhi felt a wave of crisp numbness, but still very straight-backed-ly sent an emoji expression pack over.
Zhizhi: Cat cat being shy.jpg
After sending this thread, there was no movement on that end.
Jiang Zhi’s eyes rolled, worried that the person would directly blacklist him, so he actively edited a thank-you message.
Zhizhi: Regarding yesterday’s matter, special thanks; still specifically saying thank you to you.
Ye Yanxi:What matter yesterday?
Zhizhi:Your willingness to let me rub off on your heat [popularity]?
Ye Yanxi was unable to laugh or cry: My dear child, exactly who rubbed off on whose heat? You should still go home and thank that one of yours; thanks to your blessing, my popularity ranking right now has even raised by ten-odd places.
Zhizhi was very crisp and direct: He doesn’t count, I just want to thank you.
Ye Yanxi:Oh-my, truly tyrannical, the man of a dominant CEO is just different.
Jiang Zhi: ……
This time, even if he wanted to explain, he couldn’t explain clearly anymore. But fortunately, the opposite side wasn’t anyone else; as long as Ye Yanxi didn’t think of him and Gan Shize together in one place, then that was a grand joy for all.
…
It could be that the air was too quiet, and Jiang Zhi didn’t have the habit of holding a phone for long periods either; before long, his eyelids began to fight each other.
Fu Yunting had little sleep, and moreover being in the hospital, just as an hour passed, he reopened his eyes.
At this time, Jiang Zhi was currently nestled on the rattan chair, sleeping very fragrantly. The man didn’t get up immediately, just leaning by the bedside like this, staring at the little thing without blinking for an instant.
If possible, he truly hoped this before his eyes would be a lifetime.
Jiang Zhi’s diligence was restricted only to practicing the piano; other than that, the most was sleeping.
He didn’t have many entertainment activities; looking only at his daily schedule, he was almost just a little house-bound boy [otaku]. Therefore, the Jiang family parents never worried about their son turning bad—they were only afraid he would smother himself into a dummy, and then understand nothing of human affairs.
The moment Jiang Zhi woke up, his whole person was muddled. Having slept until waking up naturally in the morning, and right now patching up another massive sleep, his head was a bit stifled.
“Awoke?” Fu Yunting had already changed his clothes at this time. Seeing him get up, he handed a cup of water over. “Drink two sips. Grandpa had someone come over to call just now; let’s go over to eat a meal.”
“Oh…” He rubbed his head, “Ah? What time is it now?”
“Passed the lunch point. Grandpa said you came over before lunch; hungry or not?” Fu Yunting lowered his eyes to look at the stray hairs on top of someone’s head, raising his hand to gather them for him.
“A little.”
“What time did you sleep last night, to be sleepy to this extent?” The man found it funny.
Wanting to open his mouth to explain, Jiang Zhi opened his mouth and let out another yawn, “…Mmh, it was too quiet and there was nothing to do, so could only sleep.”
“Alright, this time you’ve slept enough. The old master got a table of food ready for you, let’s go.”
Watching this person lift his steps and walk, Jiang Zhi had a moment of trance—how did he just so submissively let someone hulu [pat/rub] his head?
Walking to the doorway, Fu Yunting turned back to look at the person who was still staying blank, “Jiang Zhi?”
Jiang Zhi’s brain gave a weng sound, and he hurriedly got up from the chair, “Ah! Coming…”
That four-member party of the Fu family didn’t know what time they left; at this moment, only the old master was sitting before the dining table.
“Grandpa, how come you got up?” Jiang Zhi hurriedly sat down before him.
“Lying down for long makes the body feel heavy; get up to turn around a bit.” The old master caught sight of the sleep prints all over Jiang Zhi’s face, saying smilingly, “Slept well?”
Jiang Zhi embarrassedly touched his nose, “Passable, also don’t know how I just fell asleep.”
“Being able to sleep is good; at an old fellow’s age like mine, wanting to sleep won’t do anymore喽.” The old master was still gripping his walking stick, looking a bit better in essence and spirit than just now.
Fu Yunting sat on the other side of the old master, helping the two scald their bowls and chopsticks.
“Just asked the doctor; today you can eat two more pieces of meat.”
The old master snorted, “Also don’t know whose blessing it is thanks to, that I, an old fellow, have this mouth-blessing.”
Jiang Zhi watched his nose with his eyes and watched his heart with his nose, burying his head to shovel rice.
Looking from the attitude of both sides, Jiang Zhi discovered the old master was truly good to Fu Yunting; probably it was also because of this that Fu Yunting would be so heartbroken because of the old master’s illness.
Jiang Zhi thought as such.
Seeing the situation, he picked through the meat at the bottom of his bowl, specifically clamping a piece with alternating fat and lean to place inside the old master’s plate, “You eat.”
“Still our Zhizhi is good to Grandpa.”
Apart from his own grandpa, after growing up Jiang Zhi was rarely praised so closely by the older generation. His exterior was a bit cold, and he was not at home all year round; returning to see elders, he usually found silence to be gold, and was even less pleasing.
“Grandpa, ultimately am I the biological one, or is little Zhizhi the biological one?” Fu Yunting asked him amusingly.
“You are the biological one, but right now little Zhizhi is closer.” While speaking, the old master’s chopsticks didn’t stop, only his hands shook terribly; eating was already extremely difficult.
Only, the old master was strong-willed all his life; neither of the two rashly helped, but just helped the old master change his chopsticks into a spoon.
…
Having eaten the meal, Old Master Fu rarely didn’t take a afternoon nap, pulling Jiang Zhi to the side to listen to opera. Listening until halfway through, as if suddenly recalling something again, he let the butler go take an antique box out.
Jiang Zhi’s eyelids jumped, seemingly anticipating what would happen.
“Jiang Zhi ah, you and Yunting are both filial. That child Yunting has no sentimentality, and his hobbies are not many either; these little playthings can only be given to you.”
The old master set to work opening the box, but the thing inside was somewhat different from what Jiang Zhi imagined.
It was a red bankbook.
In this era, very few people were still using this—let alone the old master of the Fu family.
“This is?”
“This is what I began to save from the year I fetched Yunting away, fearing his future would be hard to walk, and also worried someone would be unable to tolerate him. Later on… it gradually became wife-capital.”
“Originally at the first meeting, Grandpa ought to have packed a big red envelope for you. Isn’t it that as soon as a person gets sick, the brain won’t turn? Last night being unable to sleep, I chatted for a long time with Yunting. He has plenty of money now, and firmly holds the Fu Corporation; I am not worried about him a single bit, so Grandpa can only give to you.”
Jiang Zhi shook, “Grandpa, this I cannot take.”
“You are Yunting’s partner, and going to get married immediately, how can you not?” Old Master Fu looked at Jiang Zhi, appearing comforting, yet also appearing like questioning.
Jiang Zhi twitched the corners of his lips; for a moment, he couldn’t say anything at all again.
“Hold onto it, in the future take good care of him on behalf of Grandpa.”
Hesitating until the end, he could only brace himself to accept it.
…
When going out the door, Jiang Zhi directed a desire to speak yet stopping expression toward Fu Yunting.
“What is it?”
“…Nothing, how come your phone was powered off today?”
“Yesterday forgot to charge it,” he said. “Called in the morning?”
“Originally wanted to say a word of thanks to you; in the future, I don’t need to attend those messy and chaotic official event assignments anymore,” Jiang Zhi said.
“Messy and chaotic official event assignments?” Fu Yunting pulled open the car door, watching him sit onto the front passenger seat. “What is messy and chaotic?”
“Um… for example, accompanying a certain singer I don’t know, creating scandal hype with people—anyway, just that set of things in the entertainment circle呗?” Jiang Zhi said.
“Don’t like the entertainment circle?” Fu Yunting said.
“It’s not that I don’t like the entertainment circle, it’s just that I don’t like that kind of method,” Jiang Zhi explained.
The man closed the car door, circling to the other side to get into the car. “For example, like yesterday?”
Jiang Zhi worried he would think too much: “Not really, ai-ya, how come you have so many questions? Anyway, apart from playing the piano and practicing the piano, I just want to lie flat-flat.”
“Does your company know?” Fu Yunting was somewhat surprised.
“Because of yesterday’s public opinion reaction, of course… mainly thanks to the blessing of you and Ye Yanxi, in the future apart from music-related work, these will all not exist anymore, unless I am willing. Anyway, what should be thanked still has to be thanked.” Jiang Zhi said, “Speak up, what do you want me to help you do? As long as it can be achieved, I will do my best.”
“So good?” Fu Yunting lightly laughed.
“Otherwise?”
“I only went to pick you up to go home yesterday, and didn’t do any matters; developing into this state is purely accidental. Of course, the most critical is still your strength over these years and achievements within the industry, otherwise right now online might be another set of speech arguments,” Fu Yunting said.
“Ai-ya, you are so annoying, thanking you yet you still won’t let it.” Jiang Zhi feigned impatience, “Quickly speak.”
“How come there is someone like you who forces a buy and forces a sell?” Fu Yunting’s finger lightly tapped once on the steering wheel, his past leisure appearing to return again. “However, for a moment, truly can’t think of what to let you do?”
Jiang Zhi pondered for a brief moment, “Then count it as me owing you once? Um… wait until whatever time you think of it, just tell me then.”
Fu Yunting raised his eyebrows, “You are certain?”
“Uh-huh!” Jiang Zhi fully nodded his head, “Of course, violating laws and disrupting discipline won’t do.”
The man was silent for a brief moment, “Good, I will seriously consider it.”
Jiang Zhi, “.” No need to be very serious either.