“Marriage registration or lie down?”
Although his nature is that of a villain, with the matter of the Old Master preceding this, Jiang Zhi felt that, at the very least, this person wouldn’t do anything insane.
However, after coming out of the bathroom, he somewhat regretted it.
He had been completely deceived by this “dream house” and the superficial ease of this person.
Before going in, Fu Yunting found him clothes to change into and toiletries, as attentive as a twenty-four-filial-piety fiancé, the kind that firmly refuses to cross the red line before marriage.
Now, he had only been taking a shower, and this person seemed like a different person.
At this moment, Fu Yunting was draped in a black bathrobe, his hair half-wet, looking as if he had just taken a shower himself.
It would be fine if he just took a shower, but he wasn’t wearing his clothes properly either. Half-bare and half-covered, the look was enough to make one’s imagination run wild.
“Why aren’t you wearing your clothes properly?!”
“Whether I wear them or not, they have to be taken off in a while, why go through the trouble.” Fu Yunting sat at the piano in the living room and opened a bottle of red wine, “Come here.”
Jiang Zhi frowned. This person… he wouldn’t really turn dark, would he? Starting with tormenting him first?
“What are you doing? It’s not even dark yet.”
“Today is the weekend; one can rest even if it isn’t dark.” Fu Yunting filled both wine glasses in front of him.
Jiang Zhi hesitated for a moment, walked to the man, took the other glass, and watched the red liquid inside, momentarily lost in thought.
“Grandfather said… you don’t like alcohol.”
“I don’t like it, but when necessary, alcohol is very useful.”
Jiang Zhi’s temple jumped. He always felt that every word this person said had a hidden meaning. He picked up the wine glass and smelled it, “…This wine, it’s been quite a few years, right?”
“Yeah, given by Grandfather, I never had the heart to open it.” Fu Yunting took a light sip.
Jiang Zhi thought of the Old Master still in the hospital.
“Leaving now, will you really not regret it?”
Fu Yunting looked out the window. In his previous life, the Old Master passed away in his sleep; he didn’t even have time to say goodbye.
In this life, ever since he opened his eyes, he had been guarding the Old Master’s side whenever he had free time. The regrets that should be made up for, the filial piety that should be fulfilled, everything he could do, he did.
Regret…
Compared to regret, he felt more emotion. The Old Master was in very good condition today. Since he had been admitted to the hospital, this was the first time he had seen him in such good spirits.
“Grandfather’s choice, I follow whatever he wants.”
The Old Master had instructed Fu Yunting at the hospital today that he didn’t want the Fu family to turn against each other. Fu Yunting’s hatred and the meanness of the Fu couple were destined to make it impossible for them to both enjoy the blessing under the Old Master’s knees.
He didn’t hold them in high regard, and those in the Fu family couldn’t tolerate an illegitimate son encroaching on their interests.
“Then the company…”
Fu Yunting picked up his glass and clinked it with Jiang Zhi’s, asking him while curling his lips, “Do you hope for me to continue staying in Yuncheng?”
“…Is this something I can decide?” Jiang Zhi didn’t want to answer, nor was he willing to answer.
“You are my fiancé; if you can’t decide, who can?” Fu Yunting asked back with burning eyes.
“Life is your own. Grandfather said, look at your own will, he must have arranged everything.” Jiang Zhi said, avoiding the important points.
Fu Yunting was silent for a few seconds, drank the liquid in his glass in one gulp, and did not press him further.
“Taste it, the flavor is not bad.”
“Oh…” Jiang Zhi drank it along with him. He had confidence in his own alcohol tolerance.
It was just that looking at Fu Yunting step up the stairs, he didn’t dare to follow rashly.
On the second floor, Fu Yunting looked back at him, “Jiang Zhi, do you still remember what you said just now?”
Jiang Zhi’s lips moved, “I remember.”
Hearing this, the man turned and entered the master bedroom on the second floor.
Jiang Zhi supported his head and sat in front of the piano for a while, lowering his head to look at the familiar piano keys, unable to resist touching them.
This piano was the same model as the one in his house, and it should also be custom-made.
He looked left and right, stretched out his fingers to test the sound, everything was normal; it didn’t even need tuning. He remembered that Fu Yunting couldn’t play the piano; why would there be this item in the house? It was self-evident.
Fu Yunting leaned against the bedside, listening to Jiang Zhi playing a full Chopin Etude downstairs before movement came from the doorway.
Seeing the person appear at the door with a guilty/sly look, he swept a glance at the door and then moved it away, his voice cool. “Civil Affairs Bureau for registration or lie down right now, you pick one.”
Jiang Zhi gripped the door with his palms, laughing a bit awkwardly, “Grandfather is still ill, it might not be very good to register without telling the old man, right?”
Hearing this, the man lay down, “If you’re not sleepy, then you can stand for a while longer.”
Jiang Zhi’s eyes moved. He suddenly remembered that Fu Yunting had been guarding the Old Master’s window for the past two days, and he silently slapped his own mouth.
What time was it, and his brain was actually filled with this kind of yellow-colored [dirty] waste. It was a waste of his long time spent in inner conflict downstairs.
After figuring it out, Jiang Zhi crawled onto the bed from the other side, tip-toeing, thinking to himself: what is there to be afraid of? It’s not like they haven’t slept together before.
The bed in this room was very large and soft, a bit different from what he used to sleep on. In any case, it was very comfortable, and the quilt was also very skin-friendly.
Seeing that Fu Yunting had already closed his eyes, and discovering that the other party didn’t have that kind of intention at all, Jiang Zhi’s courage suddenly grew, and he secretly moved to the other side of the large bed.
Hearing the movement, the man opened his eyes and glanced at him.
“Speak.”
“So… you only used alcohol to help you sleep?” Jiang Zhi asked him.
“Otherwise?” The man stretched out his long arm and pulled him directly into his embrace, “Or… are you expecting something else?”
With such a big movement, Jiang Zhi was almost knocked dizzy by the man’s chest. He covered his forehead in pain, wanting to curse.
“Fu Yunting, what are you doing?!”
“Don’t move, if you move again, the thing you’re thinking of is really going to happen.” The man’s voice came faintly from above his head.
“You’re hugging too tight, I can’t breathe.” Jiang Zhi tried to struggle, “How come you have the habit of hugging people when sleeping? This is not good!”
Fu Yunting let him move around in his arms, but the arms circling him remained unshakable.
“Don’t move, just hug for a while.”
His voice sounded a bit exhausted, and also carried a hint of depression.
Jiang Zhi’s body stiffened, then he sighed, “Alright, you just want me to accompany you to sleep, right? You took such a long detour; you should have just said so earlier.”
“If I said it earlier, would you have agreed?” Fu Yunting said.
“That’s not certain.” Jiang Zhi said, “But at least it would have saved the time of playing the piano downstairs to build up courage.”
Fu Yunting sighed, and his large hand patted Jiang Zhi’s shoulder, “Catching a flight early in the morning, aren’t you tired? Accompany me for a sleep.”
Hearing the pleading in the man’s tone, Jiang Zhi hesitated for a moment and changed to a comfortable position, resting his head on Fu Yunting’s chest.
“If you are tired, then let me go.”
Seeing the person finally become well-behaved, Fu Yunting hugged him willfully, as if he wanted to melt Jiang Zhi into his bones and blood.
Let go? Once he tasted the sweetness, it would be impossible to let go again.
“Okay.”
When the two first met, Jiang Zhi once had fantasies about this skin/body. He was not in the mood for these things during that period in between, but now, it was by a stroke of luck that they ended up together.
Jiang Zhi thought in a daze, although it carried a bit of moral kidnapping, at least he profited from it. There are countless people in all of Yuncheng coveting Fu Yunting, yelling “husband” online every day.
Little did they know… this person is already his, and the kind that couldn’t be chased away.
Alas! When charm comes, it really is unstoppable.
Feeling the movement of the person in his arms, Fu Yunting patted his shoulder twice more. After a moment, Jiang Zhi’s breathing indeed became steady.
When the two laid down in the master bedroom, it was barely four o’clock. The sun had not yet set, and when they woke up again, the window was already pitch black.
Fu Yunting looked down at the hand on his waist and the breathing coming from his neck; his heart felt extremely soft. This was something he had fantasized about for many years, but he hadn’t expected it to be so easily realized now.
The person in his arms seemed to be sleeping uncomfortably, and would rub against his arms every once in a while, just like a lovable little animal.
The man looked at him tirelessly, as if he could never see enough.
Jiang Zhi woke up unintentionally and got a big fright seeing the man’s eyes, then covered his heart and rolled a circle in his arms.
“When did you wake up? You scared me to death!”
Fu Yunting touched his head, his expression gentle, as if they had returned to when they had first met.
Jiang Zhi sat up and looked carefully at the man’s expression. “Why are your dark circles still so heavy?”
Seeing this, Fu Yunting pulled him back down, “Yeah, so we need to continue sleeping.”
Jiang Zhi found it funny, treating it as him being a tsundere. “Fine, fine, sleep.”
Originally, he hadn’t slept enough either. After saying that, he drilled into the quilt again, reminding him by the way, “This time it must be until tomorrow morning, okay.”
“Okay.”
Hearing this “okay,” Jiang Zhi’s sleepiness arrived again in an instant. He thought in a dazed manner, his courage really was amazing; maybe tomorrow Fu Yunting would turn dark and lock him in a cage.
The next morning, the news of the Old Master’s passing in the hospital had already spread across Yuncheng.
Jiang Zhi received Zhang Ru’an’s call and bounced up from the bed in an instant. He touched the space beside him, and it had already turned cold.
“Mom, Fu Yunting is gone. I won’t talk to you for now, I’m going out to find him.”
After saying that, he ran out without even putting on shoes. When he reached the stairs, he silently retreated back and glanced at the study next door.
Fu Yunting was standing in front of the window, motionless.
Hearing the movement, the man slowly turned his head back. Seeing him blankly barefoot, he walked over and picked him up horizontally.
Jiang Zhi’s eyes widened, and he subconsciously hugged his neck tight, “You, you, you, what are you doing?”
“Why are you running? The housekeeper hasn’t come over recently, what if you get cut?” Fu Yunting brought him back to the bedroom, placed him at the foot of the bed, and then found slippers for him to wear.
Jiang Zhi blinked. This person’s hands were gripping his ankles.
His palms were warm, and his expression was calm; it seemed that today was just a very normal day.
“Fu Yunting, you…”
“Is today the first day of the holiday?” Fu Yunting asked him.
Jiang Zhi felt inexplicably guilty, “Yesterday was the first day, today is the second.”
The man frowned, feeling a bit regretful, “I originally wanted to drive and take you to a place. It looks like we can only take a plane.”
“Ah?” Jiang Zhi looked at him suspiciously. “Go today?”
Fu Yunting nodded and got up to go to the walk-in closet to find two sets of clothes for Jiang Zhi to change into, “These were prepared according to your size. Change into them, we are going to the airport now.”
Seeing him turn around to call and book tickets, Jiang Zhi couldn’t bear it and grabbed his hem.
“Fu Yunting, we can’t leave…”
The man turned his head to look at him, “What you just promised yesterday doesn’t count?”
“But, but…” Jiang Zhi choked for a moment, guessing that Fu Yunting already knew. He stood up and wanted to give him a hug, but was touched on the cheek by Fu Yunting’s finger pad.
“I know.” He said, “Don’t be sad, Grandfather called last night; he left with a smile.”
Jiang Zhi blinked, finding it unbelievable, “Last night? Then why didn’t you call me?”
The man chuckled lightly, “I let Grandfather listen to your snoring. He said being able to sleep is a blessing, and told me not to call you.”
“You are lying to me.” Jiang Zhi didn’t believe it; he wasn’t a child anymore.
“I didn’t lie to you.” Fu Yunting said, “He told me to tell you, don’t be sad, people always have to leave when they get old.”
“Fu Yunting, are you not sad?” Jiang Zhi stared at him blankly, unable to understand the man’s current emotions.
“Sad.” Fu Yunting raised his hand to wipe his eye sockets, “But what can sadness do?”
“So, you promised Grandfather not to keep vigil for him and not to appear in front of the Fu family?”
Fu Yunting silently helped Jiang Zhi change his clothes, and then took him out of Yuncheng.
On the way, Jiang Yan called. Jiang Zhi explained simply for two sentences, then followed Fu Yunting onto the plane.
At this moment, he suddenly understood the saying: “For every cause, there is an effect.” Growing up in such an environment, could Fu Yunting truly have no hatred in his heart?
The two left in a hurry; this time it was unexpectedly economy class again.
Jiang Zhi looked at Fu Yunting’s legs cramped up in front of the seat, and a smile rarely appeared on his lips.
“Your ability to adapt is really strong.”
“Human existence is essentially a process of continuous adaptation.” Fu Yunting’s brows were furrowed tightly, just like last time, but he seemed not to care much.
Jiang Zhi couldn’t understand.
But he always felt that the Old Master’s passing should be the fundamental link that caused Fu Yunting’s state of mind to change. Now that the two could not be separated, he could only find ways to make him feel more comfortable in his heart, at least not to develop in a bad direction.
“Recently you have the potential to be a philosopher.” Jiang Zhi said.
Fu Yunting chuckled lightly, “Is that so?”
“I found that you love to answer with questions, hmmm… this tone will make people have an illusion that you understand everything, and can see through everything.” Jiang Zhi curled his lips, “Planning strategies, capable of anything! Is this the conventional trick for you “tyrant CEOs” to set off your temperament?”
The man was truly amused by him this time, “Your brain, what are you thinking about all day?”
“Isn’t it?” Jiang Zhi rubbed his chin, “No wonder the Fu Corporation could be held so tightly by you.”
“If the Fu Corporation was so easy to manage, it would have been torn apart by Fu Yaoming and Fu Jiayang long ago.” Fu Yunting said.
Seeing that he was willing to talk about company matters, Jiang Zhi probed, “Will you… go back again?”
“Why wouldn’t I go back.” Fu Yunting raised an eyebrow.
“Look at you, answering with a question again!” Jiang Zhi said dissatisfiedly, “To go back is to go back, not to go back is not to go back.”
“Go back. You are there, and Grandfather is also there. There is no reason not to go back.” Fu Yunting said.
“But didn’t Grandfather not want to see you all killing each other? You said you promised him…”
“I promised Grandfather not to let everyone look bad after he left, but the Fu Corporation is Grandfather’s lifeblood. I can temporarily not show my face these days, but it might not be the case after the mourning period.” Fu Yunting did not mind telling Jiang Zhi his plan at all.
“But I heard from my brother that once Grandfather leaves, Fu Yaoming will become the largest shareholder of the Fu Corporation, and he has the right to join with other shareholders to impeach you.” This was the part Jiang Zhi was most worried about.
“Whether he can become a major shareholder is not certain yet.” Fu Yunting said, “Don’t worry, even if I’m not at the Fu Corporation, I can still afford to support you and protect the Jiang family.”
Jiang Zhi choked, his earlobes turning a bit red.
“I wasn’t worried about this.” He quickly explained.
“Then what is it?”
Jiang Zhi glared at him, “So in your heart, I’m just a money-grubber who values your power/status? You guessed right, I really am a money-grubber, don’t regret it later.”
Fu Yunting, “…”
Domestic direct flights were not long. In less than two hours, the two landed in a small town with beautiful scenery.
Jiang Zhi had never heard of this place; he only knew the provincial capital of this area. The provincial capital was only third-tier, so it was destined that this small town was known by few.
“This is?”
“The place where I was born.” Fu Yunting said.
“You weren’t… born in Yuncheng?” Recently, Fu Yunting’s birth background had been repeatedly discussed. Many people said that his mother was a third party who used her pregnancy to force the Fu family and Fu Yaoming to divorce. In the end, the coercion failed, she became universally condemned, and finally died in the delivery room.
Fu Yunting seemed to know what he was thinking, “No, I was born here, and only went to Yuncheng after being found by Fu Yaoming.”
The two picked up a car at the airport and drove all the way to the countryside.
There were large flower nurseries on both sides of the road. Compared to Yuncheng, this place seemed to be more nourishing to people. Jiang Zhi couldn’t help opening the window to let the wind blow in.
“Wow, the wind here is fragrant.” Jiang Zhi said pleasantly.
It was rare to see Jiang Zhi like this. Fu Yunting was not in a hurry to go home and drove all the way to places where there were few people. Yuncheng was already entering winter, but it still felt like early spring here.
Every time they traveled further, there were new sceneries, but there were very few figures of tourists.
“What a pity, such good scenery and no one knows about it.”
“Aren’t we here?” Fu Yunting slowed down, “This side abounds with fresh flowers and tea leaves, the climate is very mild.”
“Then let’s take some specialties back when we leave. My dad loves drinking tea the most.” Jiang Zhi said.
“Okay, I’ll arrange it.” Fu Yunting said.
The two went around on the country road until sunset. Fu Yunting leaned against the car body and looked at the distant mountains in a daze, while Jiang Zhi was still picking flowers tirelessly—calling it picking, it was actually pulling them out.
Picking one here, pulling one root there, in the end, the bunch in his hand looked like wild grass, the colors all mixed up, impossible to look at directly.
When he crawled up from the fields, Fu Yunting’s gaze lacked focus, staring blankly at the mountain head that had already lost its sunlight.
Jiang Zhi thought for a while and stuck the indescribable bunch of things in his hand in front of the man, “Here, for you.”
Fu Yunting lowered his eyes to look at the mixed flowers in his hand, his brow jumping lightly, “This is the bouquet you spent an hour making?”
“Otherwise?” Jiang Zhi was very confident, “This is my first time doing something like flower arranging.”
The man reached out to take it, “Then should I feel honored?”
“Of course!” The great pianist Jiang said with pride.
“Okay, I’ll put it in a vase when we get back, and keep it on the bedside table to look at every day.”
Jiang Zhi’s lips twitched, “There’s no need to be that honored.”
As night fell, the two drove into a village. Most of the buildings here were decades or even hundreds of years old, with an ancient flavor and unique minority characteristics.
The car finally stopped at a small courtyard at the end of the village. The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, looking as if it hadn’t been lived in for a long time.
“Is little Fu back?” A white-haired old lady walked out of the house.
“Grandma Si, it’s me. Sorry to trouble you to help me clean up so late.” Fu Yunting hugged the old lady and took two boxes of health supplements from the car, “This is for you and Grandpa Si.”
“What trouble is there? You’ve taken such good care of us two old people over the years; it’s just looking after a small courtyard for you.” The old lady said, “But the old man has been sick for the past two years, and I haven’t come here much. The rooms have all been cleaned up for you, it’s just the courtyard that requires a bit of work.”
“It’s fine, we can do these ourselves.” Fu Yunting saw the person out the door.
Jiang Zhi looked around. Although this courtyard was a bit dilapidated, compared to the few families nearby, it was still very good.
There was also a corridor made of grape vines in the courtyard. Because it was night, he couldn’t see it clearly. He thought if it were daytime, it would definitely look better.
“Go in and see, didn’t you say you were hungry?”
Jiang Zhi blinked, “Are you going to cook?”
“Or you?” The man looked at him with a smile, as if everything that happened in Yuncheng had nothing to do with him anymore.
Jiang Zhi quickly waved his hands, “Grandma Si just cleaned it up and I’d mess it up. Is that okay?”
“…” Fu Yunting raised an eyebrow, “Quite self-aware.”
Entering the room, Jiang Zhi discovered that everything inside was wood structure; the windows, furniture, and even many decorative items were made of wood. Entering suddenly, he could even smell the unique fragrance of wood.
Fu Yunting was busy in the kitchen, and he wandered around the house. In front of the window of the bedroom on the second floor, a string of shell wind chimes was hung with great sentiment.
Jiang Zhi supported his head and looked out. These must all be Fu Yunting’s mother’s masterpieces; they were very beautiful and full of the atmosphere of life.
He had been to many cities, but most of them were prosperous metropolises; he rarely came to places like this.
Just by looking here and touching there, half an hour passed, and he only started walking downstairs on the seemingly unstable stairs when the aroma of food came from downstairs.
Three dishes and one soup, the standard configuration for two people.
He had long guessed that this person could cook. That day he had a fever, and Fu Yunting made him porridge; although he couldn’t taste the flavor, it looked quite authentic.
“Is there anything else you can’t do?” Jiang Zhi asked sourly.
“That’s quite a lot.” Fu Yunting said while serving rice, “For example… cannot arrange flowers, cannot play the piano, and also cannot make Grandfather happy.”
Jiang Zhi, “…You really know how to talk.”
After knowing the news of the Old Master’s passing today, Fu Yunting woke up as usual and lived as usual, even carrying a faint smile when talking to Jiang Zhi.
If the news of the Fu family’s Old Master hadn’t already spread, Jiang Zhi felt he wouldn’t even have been able to perceive a single bit of real emotion belonging to this man.
After the meal, the two stayed in the same room again, but this time it was requested by Jiang Zhi.
“I am not familiar with the place here. What if you leave me behind and run away?” Jiang Zhi wore a set of local clothes, soft and fluffy, which looked a bit cute in the man’s eyes.
“Where is your phone? Is what you’re holding just a display?” Fu Yunting threw a towel at his head, “If you’re not afraid of what I might do to you at night, then stay.”
“That’s impossible. You are a CEO after all, surely you can’t do such ‘shameless’ things.” Jiang Zhi deliberately emphasized the two words.
Fu Yunting’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he lifted his arm and scooped the person to his front, “What did you say?”
Jiang Zhi laughed awkwardly, “Not shameless, not shameless, how could you be shameless?” He pried the man’s hand off his waist, one finger at a time, “Sleep, sleep, hehe…”
The man curled his lips and scolded with a smile, “Fool.”
Afraid that Jiang Zhi wouldn’t sleep peacefully in a strange place, Fu Yunting specifically left a small lamp on the bedside, and as for himself, he closed his eyes almost as soon as he pulled the quilt up.
Jiang Zhi turned around to face him. The person on the side was lying flat, with upright posture and steady breathing, looking completely normal, yet Jiang Zhi couldn’t fall asleep.
If Fu Yunting didn’t care about the Old Master, he wouldn’t have chosen this time to return here. Being “too normal” was in itself abnormal.
Sure enough, before long, Fu Yunting’s body shook, his brows furrowed tightly, cold sweat was vaguely on his forehead, and his lips moved, as if he had been calling out something.
“Open the door…”
“Open the door…”
“I want to go out…”
“Open the door…”
Jiang Zhi crawled to the man’s side, and one touch was a handful of cold sweat, “Fu Yunting?”
“Wake up, hurry and wake up…”
Seeing him seemingly trapped in a nightmare and unable to open his eyes, Jiang Zhi felt tight in his heart, crawled onto the man’s body to pat his face.
“Fu Yunting… what’s wrong with you? Stop sleeping, wake up!”
After calling for a long time, Fu Yunting finally showed signs of waking up.
As soon as the man opened his eyes, he saw someone sitting on his waist, the other party even supporting himself on his chest with one hand, and the other hand on his face.
The posture… was somewhat strange.
“Finally awake?” Jiang Zhi let out a long sigh, and immediately sat upright, “In the middle of the night, you really scared me to death.”
Fu Yunting stared at Jiang Zhi, who was still sitting on his body without moving, and after a moment of silence, he sat up too.
In an instant, the two were closely linked, the distance basically zero.
Jiang Zhi blinked and subconsciously retreated, “You, what are you doing?”
“I still want to ask what you are doing?” Fu Yunting protected his waist with one hand, afraid he would fall backward, “Hmm?”
“What else could I be doing? It’s because you were having a nightmare in the middle of the night and wouldn’t wake up, I was anxious…”
“Anxious?” The man stared at him steadily.
“Once anxious, it became like this.” He looked down at their pressed-together bodies.
Seeing that he was still in the mood to joke, Fu Yunting held him tightly in his arms with a large hand, his tone muffled, sounding a bit pitiful.
“I was having a nightmare.”
Jiang Zhi blinked. He always felt that things developing like this seemed not quite right, but he couldn’t explain it, nor could he easily push this man away who had just escaped from a nightmare.
He symbolically patted Fu Yunting’s shoulder and asked him, “What nightmare did you have?”
“Dreamt of when I just returned to the Fu family.” Fu Yunting said.
“And then?” Jiang Zhi asked him.
“That house was very big, and there were many rooms, but the place I could see was only that one corner—high windows, cold air that chilled to the bones, and… endless black.” Fu Yunting’s tone was flat at this time, as if telling a story that had nothing to do with himself.
But it made Jiang Zhi gasp.
Because he suddenly felt that Fu Yunting at this moment was somewhat similar to those children in the orphanage.
Children in orphanages all have some psychological problems to some extent. He had once seen a psychologist come to provide counseling. One child, who was always very cheerful, described his former home to the psychologist just like this.
Afterward, he asked the doctor why this was the case, and the other party told him that this child was abused by his biological mother and then abandoned; his pain might take many years to heal.
“Then… Grandfather?”
“There was no Grandfather back then.” The man said.
Jiang Zhi guessed, “So it was Grandfather who saved you, right?”
Undercurrents flowed in Fu Yunting’s eyes, his lips brushing past Jiang Zhi’s ear.
“Yes, and no.”
Jiang Zhi frowned, feeling the warmth of his earlobe but not having time to think too much.
“Hmm?”
The man was silent for a moment and explained, “I later lived with Grandfather. Compared to Fu Yaoming, Grandfather was indeed more like family, the only family.”
Jiang Zhi understood. “When we return to Yuncheng, let’s go see Grandfather together.”
Fu Yunting curled his lips in a place Jiang Zhi couldn’t see and responded, “Okay.”