“Hot-headed”
Jiang Zhi saw the cup in his hand clearly, flipped his whole body, and wrapped himself up again.
“Not comfortable sleeping here, want to go home.”
“Not comfortable?” Fu Yunting closed the inner room door with a backhand, “How come I see you as very comfortable?”
Jiang Zhi frowned; he couldn’t see through this person no matter how he looked, and couldn’t make him angry no matter how he provoked him.
Truly worthy of being a potential villain stock.
“How can you tell if I’m comfortable or not?”
Fu Yunting placed the cup in front of his eyes, “Whether you are comfortable or not, the medicine has to be taken today.”
Jiang Zhi stayed curled up without moving, openly changing the subject, “Are you not sleepy? Why don’t you sleep with me?”
The man watched him quietly, wanting to see what else he could say.
“Your eyes are so red, did you only come back after Grandpa woke up?”
“How is Grandpa? Did the doctor say anything?”
“Oh, right, just now the butler grandpa said he fell asleep again.”
“Hey, Fu Yunting, why aren’t you talking?”
“Are you wood?”
“…”
“Or do you hate me and don’t want to talk to me?”
Fu Yunting then lifted his chin slightly, “Your mouth is dry, right? Drink water and take the medicine.”
Jiang Zhi, “.”
His mouth was indeed dry, but even after drying out, it couldn’t make this person “let out a fart” (speak), and he was momentarily a bit bored.
“You are a strange person. If you hate me, just say you hate me, why pretend?”
Seeing that he was finally willing to pick up the water cup, Fu Yunting picked up the clothes on the floor, his eyes shifting, “Is being this willful and tossing around just to make me hate you?”
Jiang Zhi was also a ruthless person; he stuffed all the pills into his mouth at once and swallowed them in one breath.
“Mmm, it hasn’t reached that point, just feel that you are too good at hiding emotions, whether happy or unhappy, others can’t tell… how much it affects communication.”
Fu Yunting casually placed the pillow from the end of the bed behind him as a cushion.
“Not unhappy, nor do I hate you.”
“Then what is it?” Jiang Zhi frowned and poured himself another mouthful of water, but unfortunately, the bitterness in his throat couldn’t be suppressed. “With a personality like mine, my mom says even dogs hate it.”
“So you think I should hate you to be correct?” The man pulled open the bedside drawer, took out a box of chocolates, unwrapped one, and stuffed it into his mouth. “If I hated you, I wouldn’t be engaged to you.”
Jiang Zhi’s teeth went “crunch,” and the bitterness in his mouth dissipated quite a bit instantly.
“Alright.”
Seeing he had taken the medicine and finally calmed down, Fu Yunting lay down on the rattan chair behind him.
“Sleep, you’ll feel comfortable after the fever breaks later.”
“Oh…” After Jiang Zhi finished speaking, he flopped onto the head of the bed, lazily provoking people, “Don’t you climb into the bed while I’m sick.”
Fu Yunting, “…”
After such a commotion, and with the old master being fine, Jiang Zhi relaxed completely and fell asleep within a few minutes.
Fu Yunting looked at his red, flushed face from the fever, his heart extremely complex.
If he didn’t know what these actions of Jiang Zhi were for, he would have lived these two lives in vain.
However, it doesn’t matter.
The future is still long.
In the afternoon, Jiang Zhi went to the orchestra for a meeting. At the end of the year, he had a collaborative performance with the orchestra, and the rehearsal dates had already been set.
Because it was a matter for the whole orchestra, even though he had burned up with a fever all night, he was too embarrassed to be absent.
Fu Yunting personally sent him downstairs.
“Actually, you don’t need to send me; having the assistant come is the same,” Jiang Zhi said.
“Grandpa had a bout of illness yesterday and glared hard at me today. If I don’t come over, he might get sick again from anger.” Fu Yunting took a box of milk out of the small refrigerator, “Eat a little to pad your stomach when you’re hungry later.”
“Thank you.” Jiang Zhi rubbed his nose and sneezed as soon as he turned his head.
The man frowned, “Can’t you ask for leave?”
“Better not. If I ask for leave for the first meeting, I’d be scolded to death.” Although Jiang Zhi was used to being willful, he had been studying abroad all these years, so he understood the social nuances that he should have long ago.
“Then go home early tonight. The medicine is in your bag.” Fu Yunting picked up the bag and hung it around his neck, “Let your assistant hold it for you when she comes.”
“Oh…” Jiang Zhi’s nose was uncomfortable, his throat was uncomfortable, and he couldn’t bother to refute; he was as obedient as could be, not like himself at all.
Fu Yunting couldn’t hold back and ruffled his hair.
“Go.”
Returning from the orchestra, Fu Yunting went directly to the company. As soon as he exited the elevator, he bumped into Fu Jiayang.
“You are really busy; it’s the afternoon and you’re only now coming to the company.” Fu Jiayang pointed at the wristwatch on his hand.
“Big brother is no longer a person of the Fu family. When I go to work has nothing to do with you.”
Fu Jiayang followed Fu Yunting all the way to the office. “Not a person of the Fu family, but I have the surname Fu. I will return sooner or later.” Before Fu Yunting could speak again, he sat in the lounge area in a dangling manner, “You were the one who promised me that as long as I made achievements, the board of directors would loosen up.”
“And then?” Fu Yunting took off his coat and sat behind the office desk, seemingly already accustomed to Fu Jiayue’s (sic: Jiayang’s) arrival.
“The money you gave is too little. Recently, I’ve taken a liking to several quality projects. You give me another sum of money, otherwise I can’t display my skills.” Fu Jiayang said.
“How much?”
“70 million.” Fu Jiayang said.
Fu Yunting finally lifted his head and looked at him. “What project?”
“Movies, let me tell you, this script is a recent hit IP. Originally, a director had already taken a fancy to it and was preparing to buy it at a high price. This project will definitely make money!” Fu Jiayang said.
“And then?” Fu Yunting’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Fu Jiayang slapped the sofa, looking a bit excited, “I just bought it at double the price.”
Fu Yunting twitched the corners of his lips, “Then you are really awesome.”
“So you quickly give me some more money. When the movie is released, I’ll just pay it back, won’t I?”
Fu Yunting had long known about Fu Jiayang’s IQ, but he didn’t expect him to be this stupid.
“Do you know how much work and how many processes are needed for a movie from script to release?” The man asked him.
“Of course I know, but all of this is done by the director and the production crew; where is it my turn to worry?” Fu Jiayang said triumphantly. The money hadn’t been spent yet, but it seemed like it had already doubled and entered his account.
“Then what did you do for the preliminary investigation?” Fu Yunting asked him again.
“Does this investigation even need to be done?” Fu Jiayang’s confidence had expanded to outer space, “To be taken a fancy to by several famous directors at the same time, there must have been quite a bit of research done.”
Fu Yunting was momentarily speechless, “…There is no 70 million. The last batch of funds was approved from my account; this time there’s no way to give you a back door again.”
“I say, why are you so ‘dog-fart-not-passing’ (useless/incomprehensible)?” Fu Jiayang stood up and walked back and forth in front of the desk, “I told you, this time the matter will definitely succeed!”
Fu Yunting was a bit impatient, raised his hand, and pressed the intercom for his subordinates to come over for a meeting.
“I have a meeting later, you go back first.”
“Fu Yunting!” Fu Jiayang got angry just looking at his perfunctory attitude, “Don’t push back and forth!”
Fu Yunting hadn’t seen less of Fu Jiayang flying into a rage from shame all these years, and his mood was very calm, “There is no 70 million, but I can give 10 million. However, it is my private money. The interest will be given according to the bank’s, and… we need to sign an agreement.”
“You!” Fu Jiayang wanted to say something more, but the people outside had already entered one after another, so he could only barely close his mouth.
Sheng Yuan looked at this person leaving in a huff and already guessed what had happened.
These people from the Fu family, including Fu Yunting’s father, come to collect debts every time they come. The old master is seriously ill now, and one by one, instead of going to the hospital to serve him, they come to dawdle in front of Fu Yunting—who was dispensable to them—every day.
It was Jiang Zhi’s first time collaborating with a domestic orchestra, and he was a bit unaccustomed to such a formal meeting mode. His head was buzzing, as if separated from everyone by a thin film of vacuum.
Since he was a child, he was most afraid of these serious and boring meetings. He would get sleepy every time, and today he wasn’t feeling well, so he wanted to sleep even more.
After finally holding on until it ended, he went limp as soon as he got into the car.
“Let’s go to the apartment, so they don’t nag me when I go back.”
Chang Ran took a blanket from the back and covered him, “Seeing you in such discomfort, tomorrow’s interview has already been pushed. Stay home and recuperate well.”
“Thank my brother Xiao for not being an oppressor.”
Jiang Zhi slept all the way home. When he reached the door, he was still like a mud puddle. He didn’t know if it was because of the medicine, but he was sleeping deeply and always wanted to sweat whenever he slept.
He swayed into the house and collapsed, falling asleep. He didn’t hear the cell phone ringing for a long time.
Even when Fu Yunting pressed the doorbell and entered by directly inputting the password, the person on the bed didn’t move at all throughout the whole process.
He helplessly tidied up the clothes Jiang Zhi had thrown all over the floor, boiled a simple bowl of porridge in the kitchen, and then woke the person up.
This apartment wasn’t big, inside the unit it was just over 100 square meters. The living room, kitchen, and study were all connected, and a piano was placed in the center, looking particularly open.
Thinking about the decoration of Yuyuan, Fu Yunting thought about whether to renovate the first floor.
Jiang Zhi was woken up from his dream by the man and thought for a moment that he was still in the hospital.
“What’s wrong? Did Grandpa wake up?”
Fu Yunting put down the bowl in his hand, “Did you sleep yourself silly?”
Jiang Zhi looked at the man in front of him and the yellowing cactus on the windowsill behind him, and slapped his own head in annoyance.
“Ah… my head hurts so much.”
“Headache?” Fu Yunting touched his head, “Are you starting to run a fever again?”
Jiang Zhi didn’t have any particular symptoms when he was usually sick, he just relied on sleeping to force his way through it. This time, he didn’t know if it was because there was someone to take care of him, but his whole body was uncomfortable everywhere.
“Head hurts, throat hurts, nose hurts, it hurts everywhere.” He said, wanting to lie down again, “How did you get in? I didn’t open the door for you?”
“Wait until you find out that the house has been emptied by someone.” Fu Yunting said, “Are you hungry? You haven’t eaten much all day?”
Jiang Zhi didn’t expect Fu Yunting to chase him to his home. “You still haven’t answered how you got in.”
“Aunt gave me the password.” He handed the bowl to Jiang Zhi, “Eat two mouthfuls before sleeping.”
Jiang Zhi patted his upper and lower lips together, not very satisfied with the white porridge in his hand.
“My mouth has no taste, I want to eat meat.”
“You can only eat this when you are sick.”
“Oh…” Jiang Zhi, with a bloated face, stuffed a mouthful of white porridge into his mouth without any image, not knowing what to say for a moment.
In the middle of the night, a lone man and a lone man, it was really awkward.
Especially since this person also had a “celestial” face—looking at it, he was the type to be “large-sized and active” (referring to sexual capability). He was really worried that he would get “hot-headed” and couldn’t hold back from throwing himself into his arms.