No One Else Will Do But You - Chapter 87

“Luo Luo, your leg isn’t even healed and you’re already running around? Your mother is interrogating me right now! And where is A-Mu? He’s been on a business trip for days. Your mother is taking it out on me!”

Shu Luo was finishing his tour of the company with Su Jingfeng when his father called to check in.

“I’m with Brother Feng at his office. Don’t worry,” Shu Luo replied.

“Su Jingfeng? Ah, he’s a good one. Young but exceptionally capable. Learn a thing or two from him,” Father Shu advised.

“I know, I know.” Learn what? Shu Luo thought. I’m a med student, he’s a businessman. After a few more minutes of his father grumbling about Jiang Mu failing to keep a close eye on him, Shu Luo finally managed to hang up.

Su Jingfeng was leaning against his desk, arms crossed, watching Shu Luo with a meaningful smile. “Do your parents know yet?”

“I confessed,” Shu Luo said simply.

“And? What did they say?”

Shu Luo sighed and pointed to his leg. “This is the price I paid. But it was a blessing in disguise. I actually fell from the second floor.”

Su Jingfeng’s expression darkened. “The second floor? Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“Just scratches. A tree broke my fall, or you’d be visiting a paralytic today,” Shu Luo joked. “Anyway, my mom was so shocked she thought I jumped because she forbade me from being with Jiang Mu. Her attitude isn’t as resistant now.”

Su Jingfeng wasn’t laughing. “So, you’ve decided to spend your life with him?”

“I’m firm in my decision.”

Su Jingfeng looked at the steady, bright light in Shu Luo’s eyes and smiled—a smile tinged with a sense of release. “Okay. I wish you both the best. I’m one of the few people who knows exactly how many years Jiang Mu has liked you.”

“You knew?”

“Of course. From the first time I met him, his possessiveness over you was obvious. As a fellow… interested party, I’m sensitive to those things.”

Shu Luo thought back to their first meeting. It was true—the two men had looked like enemies.

“Does he talk to you about the future?” Su Jingfeng asked, his tone turning serious. “With his status, he will be surrounded by successful men and women. You’ll be abroad, in different fields, meeting different people. The topics of conversation will change. This road is harder than you think.”

Shu Luo went quiet. He knew Jiang Mu would tell him not to worry, that he’d handle everything. But Shu Luo was a man too; he had his own pride.

“Jiang Mu is likely paving a smooth road for you right now,” Su Jingfeng continued. “Trying to convince the people close to you so you can have their blessing. To him, no one else matters.”

Su Jingfeng’s phone, hidden in his pocket, was currently on an active call.

“I don’t have much power now,” Shu Luo said softly. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t in the future. We might be in different fields, but we are still the people who know each other best. Hardship can’t beat our determination.”

Su Jingfeng raised an eyebrow. “Ah, so much happiness, I’m jealous. Jiang Mu, you’re probably smirking right now, aren’t you? The kid you’ve protected for so long is finally ready to fight too.”

Shu Luo looked at him, confused. “Brother Feng, who are you talking to?”

“Oh, no one. Just a thought.” Su Jingfeng casually reached into his pocket and ended the call.

In Canada, Jiang Mu hung up his phone with a lingering smile. Time to go home.

Su Jingfeng dropped Shu Luo back at the villa. He declined Mrs. Shu’s invitation to stay for dinner. “Have a good life,” he said with a smile that carried a hint of hidden bitterness.

“Safe travels!” the oblivious Shu Luo waved back.

Mrs. Shu watched him leave. “That’s Dr. Su’s nephew, right? Quite a catch!”

“Mom, you knew him?”

She gave him a look of pure disdain. “You know absolutely nothing!” Then she turned and walked inside.

“Brother! You’re back!” Little Shu Yin skipped down the stairs and held out his hands. “Where’s my stuff?”

“Uh… stuff?”

Shu Yin poked his stomach crossly. “You liar! I trusted you! You said you’d get me whatever I wanted if I helped you!”

Shu Luo remembered the text message the kid had sent to Jiang Mu. “I didn’t forget! I’ll buy you whatever you want!”

Satisfied, the boy went back to his tablet. Shu Luo flopped onto the sofa. His right leg was sore from overcompensating for the left. He checked his phone and saw a WeChat message from Jiang Mu: “I’m coming back tonight. Did you miss me?”

Shu Luo’s heart leaped, but he forced himself to be “manly.” It’s only been two days. He replied: “I’m okay.” Instantly, Jiang Mu replied: “I love you.”

Shu Luo smiled. Always with that move. He typed: “Me too.” Wait, too soft. [Undo] He typed: “About the same.” Wait, too vague. [Undo] He typed: “Same to you.” Perfect.

At the airport in France, Jiang Mu was saying goodbye to a noble, middle-aged woman named Anna.

“Is that your girlfriend you’re chatting with, Nelson?” Anna asked gently.

“My lover, to be precise,” Jiang Mu corrected with a smile.

“Determined, just like your father Carlos. He knew immediately who he wanted for life.” She straightened her black veil. “Christon is inside. I’ll head to the airport now.”

“Thank you for stepping up, Anna. I truly appreciate it.”

Jiang Mu watched her leave. Anna’s eyes held a trace of sadness; she longed for the day her son, Christon, could be proud of his family name.

Hours later, Jiang Mu landed. Xiao Fang was there to greet him. “Boss, welcome back!”

“How are things with He Zeming?” Jiang Mu asked.

Xiao Fang rolled his eyes internally. “Great.” Not.

“Good. He’s all yours then. You’ll handle all future contact with him personally.”

“Wait, that’s—”

“I’ll give you a raise.”

“It would be my absolute honor!” Xiao Fang chirped.

Jiang Mu took the car keys and drove off toward the Shu villa. Xiao Fang sighed, watching the car disappear.

“Fang Youxin?” a familiar voice called out.

Xiao Fang turned around. Speak of the devil. There stood He Zeming, wearing sunglasses and pulling a suitcase.

“Hi, Mr. He! Going somewhere?”

He Zeming slid his sunglasses down. “I just got back. Care for a drink?”

“I… uh…”

“Don’t worry about Jiang Mu. I’ll tell him. Let’s go.” He Zeming threw an arm around Xiao Fang’s shoulder.

Xiao Fang stared at the hand on his shoulder. This is blatant harassment! “What’s that face for? Are you afraid of me?” He Zeming laughed.

“Haha, of course not. You’re so… approachable.”

He Zeming glanced at their height difference. “Are you even 1.75 m?”

“Don’t ask personal questions!!”

He Zeming ruffled his hair. “Come on, I’ll buy you something delicious.”

“We aren’t that close…”

“Then let’s go ‘develop’ our relationship,” He Zeming countered.

Xiao Fang was speechless. He hadn’t even started his “seduction tactics” yet, and He Zeming was already running circles around him.