Why Hasn't the Villain Big Shot Broken Off the Engagement Yet? - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

“Couples Complementing Each Other”

Jiang Zhi snapped out of his daze, touched his beautiful nose, and sat down in the seat directly opposite Fu Yunting.

“Sorry, I’m late,” he initiated the conversation, but there was not a single sentence of explanation regarding the delay.

“No matter, it’s peak rush hour, it’s normal to be a bit slower.” Fu Yunting poured a cup of hot tea for him, his expression gentle and natural. “Drink some water to warm up.”

Jiang Zhi stared at the tea cup shrouded in dense steam. The words he had prepared beforehand suddenly couldn’t be remembered at all.

As the saying goes, one does not strike a smiling face.

From the moment Jiang Zhi entered, the man’s lips had carried a smile all along. Many years of good upbringing made it impossible for Jiang Zhi to make a scene at all, so he could only utter a dry, “…Thank you.”

Behind his lenses, Fu Yunting’s gaze was deep. He was not in a hurry to speak, raising his hand to press the service bell to have the dishes served.

At this very moment, Jiang Zhi seemed to have finally found a point to nitpick.

“I haven’t even looked at the menu yet, how can Mr. Fu make decisions on his own authority?”

Hearing this, a trace of apology flashed across the man’s face, and he then patiently explained to him.

“Worrying about interrupting you while driving, I specially confirmed your tastes with your mother. Taste it first later; if it doesn’t suit your taste, we’ll change it.”

Jiang Zhi choked, “…Are you blaming me for being late?”

“I just wanted you to eat a delectable dinner at the first possible moment.” Fu Yunting’s tone was mild, his face carrying a smile from start to finish. “Apologies, this is my first time doing these things; for any offensive areas, I offer my apologies first.”

Jiang Zhi looked over carefully. The man’s face held mostly consideration, and still not a single shred of impatience could be seen.

Knitting his brows, he recalled certain details, once again suspecting whether that completely heinous grand villain had been swapped by someone, or perhaps that dream was just a dream—he had just taken a nap, and actually nothing had happened.

Amid the silence, the servers entered one by one, and a table full of food was soon served.

This was a high-end seafood restaurant; the ingredients were all flown in from their place of origin on the day. Since childhood, Jiang Zhi’s mouth had been picky, especially with seafood—if there was even a tiny thing wrong with it, he wouldn’t take a single bite.

Today… he lowered his head to look at the raw food in front of him; they were all varieties he was usually accustomed to eating.

His mom was a biological mom indeed, selling him out without a second thought.

There was maternal affection, but not much.

Fortunately, Jiang Zhi’s rationality was still present. Stuffing a peony shrimp into his mouth, he raised his head to begin laying his cards on the table with Fu Yunting.

He considered himself unskilled at plotting or calculating, so thinking it over, it was better to bring up some concrete things. Jiang can’t count how many times the Jiang parents said since his childhood that his personality was strange and very high-maintenance, and that he would definitely be unable to marry a wife in the future.

Then today… how about trying to be high-maintenance again?

“Let’s get this straight first: I have countless bad habits, countless exes, and extremely high monthly expenditures. Our family can no longer afford to support me now. If you can accept it, we can continue to get along for a bit; if not, we can stop losses in time, but I still hope…”

Unfortunately, Fu Yunting’s expression remained unchanged throughout the whole process, his tone calm and unrippled. Before Jiang Zhi could finish speaking, he opened his mouth.

“The past is already in the past. As for expenditures… to tell you the truth, I currently happen to lack a person to spend money for me. The rarest thing between a couple is complementing each other; I come to earn and you come to spend, it’s quite good.”

Jiang Zhi, “???”

Just as the words fell, the assistant who had been standing behind Fu Yunting all along suddenly let out a startled cough, gasping for breath.

He had followed Fu Yunting since entering the company. There was a reason why the man was evaluated by the industry within a short two years as the business world mogul in Yun City who was the hardest to provoke.

He drew the rug out from under his biological father to completely sideline him, exiled his biological older brother to Africa to dig mines, and recently kicked away a biological eldest uncle—his methods of handling matters were famously cold-blooded.

He regarded no one’s face, and tolerated no one’s faults, let alone a person who could be forty minutes late for a single dinner.

Before Jiang Zhi came in, Fu Yunting’s face was still so dark it was about to drip water. He had originally worried about how this Young Master Jiang would have his blood splatter on the spot, but never expected… it was his own President Fu who was possessed by a spirit first.

Yes, it was possession!

In an instant, Jiang Zhi looked toward the space behind the man.

An unprovoked trace of gloominess emerged from the depths of Fu Yunting’s eyes. “Get out.”

Sheng Yuan trembled, “Yes, President Fu.”

Aside from being a bit colder, there was nothing wrong with this sentence from the man, but Sheng Yuan stumbled several times in a row before successfully retreating from the private room.

Jiang Zhi’s gaze was suspicious. “What’s… wrong with him?”

Fu Yunting’s voice returned to normal. “Recently the weather is cold and the rain-heavy air is thick; perhaps his legs and feet are not well.”

“What?” Jiang Zhi was in disbelief, his eyes showing sympathy. “At such a young age…”

The assistant who was just preparing to close the door, harboring resentment but not daring to speak, “……”

The man picked up a piece of sea bream fillet, dipped it in wasabi, and placed it into Jiang Zhi’s plate, not intending to waste time on other people.

“Taste it?”

Jiang Zhi hesitated for an instant, looking seriously at the person before his eyes.

“President Fu, can you tell me why you want to get engaged to me?”

Fu Yunting looked after serving the food and pouring the tea by himself, the skill of his hands completely steady, as if he were not affected by Jiang Zhi in the slightest.

“What do you think?”

Jiang Zhi had always been straight and direct, disliking guessing and even less skilled at playing with people’s minds. “I only want to hear you say it.”

These words were full of capriciousness; at a single listen, it was a child who had been spoiled and accustomed to it—this was the Jiang Zhi in Fu Yunting’s memory.

Only later…

Everything changed.

“Marriage does not seek great wealth and nobility, but seeks peace and stability.” Fu Yunting put down the chopsticks in his hand, looking seriously at Jiang Zhi. “I know you dislike a marriage alliance without affection, but affection can be cultivated. I believe we will be the most compatible pair.”

Jiang Zhi’s eyelids twitched, his teeth feeling sour.

“…It’s only the first time meeting, you are inevitably too confident.”

“It’s not the first time.” Fu Yunting retracted the smile on his face, staring at Jiang Zhi’s face somewhat spacing out. “When you remember it, our marriage engagement will be decided by you.”

Jiang Zhi frowned, disliking Fu Yunting’s manner of having everything under strategic control; this kind of aura of someone in a superior position would easily make him think of the ending of the two of them in the book.

“Could our meeting be extremely hard to speak of?”

“Of course not.” Fu Yunting lowered his eyelashes, having no intention to say more. “Our marriage engagement was actively facilitated by me, but I hope… the future choice lies with you. When you remember it, you can do whatever you want to do.”

“Then if I still want to break the engagement when I remember it, won’t you end up drawing water with a wicker basket—all in vain?” He didn’t think Fu Yunting was such a brainless person.

“You won’t,” Fu Yunting said with certainty.

A dinner passed quickly, and Jiang Zhi’s brain became even more chaotic.

Fu Yunting’s potential as a villain was something he hadn’t detected at all; he just felt that this person seemed overly serious about this marriage engagement.

In the book, right up until the ending, they weren’t able to get married, let alone mentioning any future. Whether the two had some past events between them was also not mentioned therein.

Jiang Zhi let out a sigh. A tool character was indeed just a tool character, not worthy of having even one extra word written about them.

By the time he reached home, the three members of the Jiang family hadn’t rested yet. The parents were watching some melodramatic drama, and his older brother was working overtime on the side with a tired face. Seeing him come in, the three of them looked toward him in unison.

Jiang Zhi turned his head away unnaturally. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“No crying, no making a fuss, and no throwing tantrums—could it be that the other party grows a face of a heavenly immortal?” Jiang Yan’s glasses slid down, and he rolled his eyeballs upward to look, looking exactly like an old scholar.

Hearing this, Jiang Zhi snapped his fingers, “Bingo!”

“How promising!” Jiang Yan pushed his glasses back up and continued to stare at the computer. “If you can get along, then get along; if you can’t get along, there is still room for turnaround in this matter.”

“Could it be that my brother wants to go in my place?” Jiang Zhi’s eyes lit up.

Jiang Yan backhanded a large apple and threw it toward him. “Keep dreaming. Is sexual orientation a thing that can be changed just because you say change?”

Jiang Zhi caught it precisely, sat down beside Zhang Ru’an, and took a bite with a crunch. “Then isn’t that it.”

Zhang Ru’an looked at her son’s thoughtless manner, recalling the scene when Fu Yunting personally came to propose marriage. “Tell mom honestly, what do you think of that child from the Fu family?”

Aside from the childhood joke between the grandfathers, this marriage alliance with the Fu family also involved the Jiang family’s recent crisis; in a strict sense, the biggest beneficiary of this marriage alliance was actually the Jiang family.

Therefore, if the Jiang family regretted the marriage at this time, it would completely be crossing the river and tearing down the bridge. This kind of thing was something the Jiang parents didn’t have the face to do, and Jiang Zhi himself felt it was quite unconscionable.

“Hmm… it’s about the same as what brother said, he grows like a heavenly immortal. As for the person… he’s okay for the time being, we still have to get along and see further.” Jiang Zhi spoke the truth. Casting aside those things in the book, Fu Yunting’s performance today was indeed within the passing line, giving him plenty of respect.

Only… Jiang Zhi couldn’t quite figure out why the engagement time of the two of them had been moved forward.

According to the plot in the book, he had to enter the entertainment industry and engage in open and secret strife with Ye Yanxi for a period of time before Fu Yunting appeared.

This engagement looked bizarre no matter how one looked at it—there wasn’t even an engagement ceremony, which didn’t look like the wealthy and arrogant style of the Fu family.

“That’s good then. Don’t mind the company; if you still don’t like him when it comes to the time before the wedding, mom and dad will go speak to the Fu family on your behalf,” Zhang Ru’an exhorted. “We will risk our old faces, coupled with your grandfather’s friendship—the Fu family will definitely not make things too difficult for us.”

Jiang Zhi had a personality that was raised delicately; since childhood, he was given whatever he wanted, not understanding the hardships of the human world and even less liking the sophisticated interests of the world. Now, suddenly getting engaged, and with the Fu family being a complex household, this was completely like a sheep entering a tiger’s mouth; every time she thought about it, Zhang Ru’an found it hard to sleep.

“I have a sense of these matters in my heart.” Jiang Zhi gave Zhang Ru’an a hug. “I am already this big, you should worry about my brother. He is already about to hit his thirties, how does he have the face to mock me, a person with a marriage engagement?”

Jiang Yan flew a throw pillow toward him once again. “Shut up.”

His older brother and mother seemed to have already accepted this fact, but Father Jiang on the side still uttered not a single word. Jiang Zhi didn’t know how to console him; compared to himself, the one who should feel the worst should be Dad.

The company had always been managed by Jiang Zheng and the eldest son. Now that this kind of thing had happened, they had to lose their younger son to it; he couldn’t help but blame himself in his heart.

Jiang Zhi felt extremely unable to bear it in his heart. According to the plot in the book, the one who should blame himself the most should be him instead.

If only he didn’t change—even if he grew old alone and was forever unable to love someone—it wouldn’t go as far as letting the Jiang family finally land in that kind of ending, and Fu Yunting… would also very likely not die at all.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Ru’an patted his shoulder. “Go up and rest.”

Jiang Zhi smiled, intentionally stuffed the unfinished apple in his hand to his own old dad, and then ran away like a streak of smoke like a little troublemaker who had done something wrong, causing Father Jiang to feel both helpless and amused.

…

Fu Yunting looked at the familiar street scene, rarely not handling official business in the car. Sheng Yuan stole a glance through the rearview mirror; since coming out of the restaurant, he hadn’t opened his mouth.

Although he usually didn’t talk much, today… he was especially quiet, completely a different person from the one who was saying cheesy love-talk phrases in the rooftop restaurant just now.

However, Sheng Yuan felt that Fu Yunting at this moment was the real Fu Yunting.

Expressionless, cruel, and cold-blooded.

“President Fu, are you returning to the Fu family residence or…”

“Return to Yu Garden,” Fu Yunting said.

Yu Garden was the wedding house that Fu Yunting had begun preparing before his death in his previous life. From the site selection to the decoration, even down to a tiny water cup, it was all personally purchased by him. Since waking up this time, he had been living here all along.

The Fu family… to him, had long ceased to have any meaning.

In his previous life, he dreamed of establishing a home here.

With Jiang Zhi.

But in this life, there were too many accidents in life; it seemed one couldn’t be too greedy.