Chapter 15: Being with Mr. Jiang is Truly Comfortable
The racing event at the club proceeded as scheduled.
That day, Fu Yue sat in the VIP box with the best view, holding a special invitation sent by Ji Linyue. The air was a cacophony of deafening engine roars, the sharp screech of tires against the pavement, and waves of cheers from the spectator stands.
Fu Yue had to admit that no man could resist the charm of racing. Watching those coolly painted steel beasts flash across the track like lightning, sending adrenaline levels skyrocketing, was indeed a satisfying experience.
As the checkered flag waved for one of the group heats, the track entered a brief period of calm. Chen Bai walked in carrying a tray. He had changed out of his receptionist uniform and was wearing his own casual clothes—a pure white T-shirt and a pair of light blue jeans.
On the tray were milk tea, potato chips, a plate of freshly sliced fruit, and a box of handmade cookies. This was clearly not the standard configuration for a VIP box.
“Young Master Fu, I made the cookies myself.” Chen Bai smiled as he placed the tray in front of Fu Yue. “Today is my last day at the club. Tomorrow, I report to the Ji Group headquarters.”
As Chen Bai spoke, his eyes were sparkling, as if they were filled with starlight.
“Congratulations,” Fu Yue said. “If you encounter anything you can’t handle at the company in the future, you can come find me.”
“Young Master Fu, really, thank you so, so much. If it weren’t for you…” As Chen Bai spoke, his face began to turn red again.
“Stop right there.” Fu Yue raised a hand, cutting off the rest of his words. “You have your own abilities. I just gave you a little push; it was easy, so there’s no need to keep thanking me.”
Fu Yue felt a bit hypocritical saying this. Of course, he wouldn’t let Chen Bai know exactly what kind of “devil’s training” he had endured at Ji Hanmo’s hands just to crack that ECU.
The racing event concluded around noon. On the podium, the winners were opening champagne, while Ji Linyue led an extraordinary-looking middle-aged man into the VIP box.
The middle-aged man wore an indigo-blue Mandarin-collar Zhongshan suit. He walked with composure, carrying a quiet yet powerful aura in every gesture. As soon as he entered the box, accompanied by Ji Linyue, people constantly surrounded him to greet him.
Fu Yue watched from a distance, thinking this was likely another low-profile capital giant, so he didn’t join the excitement. But after a moment, Ji Linyue led the man right up to him.
“Chairman Zou, let me introduce you. This is the youngest son of the Fu family, Fu Yue.” Ji Linyue pointed at Fu Yue and said, “He was a huge help with the tuning of the team’s onboard computers this time.”
Seeing the man before him, Fu Yue had no choice but to offer a proper greeting.
The man addressed as “Chairman Zou” was named Zou Jin. Hearing this, he looked Fu Yue up and down before laughing heartily: “I wondered who it was; so it’s the Fu family’s youngest. I’ve long heard you like to play, but I didn’t expect you to play your way into having real skills. Fu Cheng has kept you hidden quite well.”
The phrase “Fu Cheng has kept you hidden quite well” was spoken with deep meaning. Fu Yue just smiled, not daring to respond casually for fear of slipping up.
“There’s an urban planning seminar in two days. Are you going?” Zou Jin asked, looking at Fu Yue.
Seeing this, Fu Yue quickly waved his hands: “Uncle Zou, please don’t make things difficult for me. I only know how to eat, drink, and have fun. Things like meetings give me a headache just hearing about them.”
“Uncle? I’m not that old, am I?” Chairman Zou joked, seemingly unbothered. He patted Fu Yue’s shoulder. “How can a child of the Fu family not understand business? I’ll have to mention this to your father later; he must let you go and take a look. You have to learn eventually.”
This man claimed he wasn’t old, but his tone was entirely that of an elder; his status in the “Jianghu” was likely even higher than that of Old Man Fu. Fu Yue sighed inwardly but continued to deal with him on the surface. Afterward, he didn’t take it to heart.
Early the next morning.
Fu Yue was still in a deep sleep in his bedroom at the luxury villa when he was awakened by a system notification.
[Ding! Detected that the key character “Chen Bai” has successfully joined the Ji Group. The main plot is progressing smoothly. Host has received reward skill: Business Talent.]
Fu Yue was startled awake. “System, what reward?” He asked nervously, afraid the system was giving him some “strong medicine.”
[Host, you have obtained a Business Talent skill, granting you basic insight and analytical abilities for commercial projects and market dynamics.]
“Not bad,” Fu Yue evaluated in his mind. “At least this skill can be hidden away when I don’t want to use it.”
Just as he wanted to pull the covers over his head and go back to sleep, his phone suddenly rang. The caller ID showed his father, Fu Zheng’an. On the phone, Fu Zheng’an’s tone was forceful, and his core message was simple: there was an urban planning seminar in two days, and he must attend.
It seemed that Chairman Zou wasn’t joking with him. Furthermore, Chairman Zou’s influence was indeed significant enough.
Two days later.
K Hotel, Haicheng City Center.
In the ballroom of the five-star hotel, a half-day “Future City Sustainable Development Planning Seminar” was being held. On the stage, a silver-haired scholar was explaining the “City Sponge” theory.
The front rows of the hall were filled with government officials, famous experts and scholars, and representatives from Haicheng’s largest construction firms. Fu Yue wore a dark gray handmade wool suit today, paired with a dark tie. The section of his neck exposed above the collar looked particularly fair.
He had been “squeezed in” at the last minute to “listen and learn.” He had never really experienced such a serious and formal large-scale occasion in the real world. When he first entered the hall, he felt a bit nervous and cramped.
However, once he followed the seat card and found his designated spot, his nervousness vanished into thin air. His seat was in the very last row, in the furthest corner, separated by a vast distance from the “Fu Group” delegation in the central front area.
This was the first time since coming to this world that he had seen his second brother with his own eyes. Across the vast crowd, Fu Yue observed him quietly.
His second brother, Fu Yan, had slightly wavy hair, and the lines of his profile were gentle and refined. He was smiling while talking to the official beside him, his every gesture humble and steady, perfectly matching the novel’s description of him as a “gentle, smiling academic.”
He looked like someone with no aggression at all—unlike that stodgy and terrifyingly efficient eldest brother.
Fu Yue withdrew his gaze. Being excluded from the core circle made him quite happy to have some peace. He twirled his pen out of boredom. After unlocking the “Business Talent” skill, he could actually understand quite a bit of those complex reports and data. This feeling… was quite novel.
But sleepiness was still sleepiness.
The scholar’s speech on stage reached a conclusion, and the venue erupted in polite applause. Fu Yue’s gaze slid to the neighboring seat. Someone had sat there at some point.
This person was also wearing a suit. Despite it being early winter, the suit was a cream-colored linen material with a relaxed cut. A notebook was spread before him, and he held a Montblanc fountain pen, recording things on the paper from time to time.
Fu Yue arched an eyebrow. This man had a calm, water-like artistic temperament, like an invisible barrier isolating him from the mundane world around him. The most interesting part was that this man seemed completely unaffected by his “Heartthrob Halo.” From earlier until now, he hadn’t spared Fu Yue even a single extra glance.
Fu Yue felt a surge of joy in his heart. He leaned sideways and lowered his voice, speaking to his neighbor: “Don’t you think that professor’s speaking speed is the perfect lullaby?”
The man’s writing paused for a second. He turned his head, revealing an incredibly handsome face and a pair of light brown eyes. His gaze lingered on Fu Yue’s face for one second, his expression extremely cold.
“It’s alright,” he said two words faintly, his voice as pleasant as the clinking of crystals.
“I’m Fu Yue.” Fu Yue reached out his hand.
The man remained silent for a few seconds, frowning slightly. His gaze moved from Fu Yue’s face to the outstretched hand, then from the hand back to his face. He turned away and stopped looking at him, clearly having no intention of shaking Fu Yue’s hand.
Fu Yue could only withdraw his hand awkwardly. Just as Fu Yue felt he was being a nuisance, the man beside him spoke: “Jiang Ying.”
Next, no matter what Fu Yue said, Jiang Ying only responded with the simplest “Mmh,” “It’s alright,” or “I’m not sure.” Jiang Ying’s gaze never left his notebook; he didn’t look at Fu Yue at all.
When the mid-session tea break arrived and the house lights came on, Jiang Ying closed his notebook and gave Fu Yue a nod, which served as a farewell. He stood up and, with the posture of a professional, walked to the front rows to begin communicating with several developer representatives. Jiang Ying’s current appearance—at ease, polite, and composed—was a world away from his coldness just moments ago.
For the second half of the seminar, the host took the stage.
“Next, please welcome our special guest for this meeting—Mr. Jiang Ying.”
Hearty applause broke out below the stage. It turned out that this Mr. Jiang Ying was a renowned architect who had just returned from abroad. The blueprints from the design firm he led were in high demand.
Now, he stood under the spotlight, talking eloquently with confidence and professionalism. Fu Yue watched from the back row until the meeting ended.
As the crowd dispersed, the flow of people was congested. Fu Yue followed the crowd out, calculating in his head where to go to kill the afternoon. Just as he reached the glass doors of the hotel lobby, Fu Yue’s footsteps stopped.
It had started raining outside at some point, the curtain of rain shrouding the city in a gray mist. He felt for the car keys in his pocket. Because of the meeting, parking spaces were tight. Fu Yue had arrived late, so his car was parked in a designated meeting lot a block away.
Just as he was considering whether to make a dash through the rain for the parking lot, the slight sound of an umbrella opening came from beside him. It was a cream-colored linen suit and a refined face.
Jiang Ying had walked to the door at some point. He opened a black long-handled umbrella and was about to step into the rain, but he caught a glimpse of Fu Yue beside him out of the corner of his eye.
He didn’t speak. As he took his first step, the umbrella in his hand tilted imperceptibly toward Fu Yue. The edge of the umbrella happened to shroud Fu Yue as well.
Fu Yue was stunned for a moment. Then, he naturally followed Jiang Ying’s pace, the two walking side-by-side into the rain. Because of Jiang Ying’s cold and distant attitude toward him, Fu Yue felt no pressure at all. If someone who was interested in him had done this, he would have run miles away by now.
Raindrops drummed against the umbrella surface, making light sounds. In the cramped space under the umbrella, there was a rare silence. Fu Yue turned his head and looked at Jiang Ying’s cold profile. There was a faint scent of lemongrass on him, made even clearer by the dampness of the rain.
The feeling of not being disturbed, scrutinized, or coveted was very rare.
Fu Yue couldn’t help but sigh quietly in his heart: “Being with Mr. Jiang is truly comfortable.”
The rain was fine and dense. The glow of the streetlights on this overcast day cast bright reflections on the wet pavement. The red light for the pedestrian crossing lit up, and Fu Yue and Jiang Ying stopped before the zebra crossing.
The umbrella wasn’t large. Jiang Ying imperceptibly tilted the handle a bit more toward Fu Yue. Fu Yue noticed that a small patch of the right shoulder of Jiang Ying’s suit was wet from the rain. He quietly moved half a step closer to him.
The green light lit up, and they stepped forward simultaneously. Jiang Ying was taller than Fu Yue, and his pace was slightly slower, just enough for Fu Yue to keep up easily. The puddles reflected their shadows.
Ahead was the meeting’s designated parking lot. A black Mercedes G-Wagon was parked at the entrance, and the door opened before him.
Translator’s Note:
Terms to learn:
- Jiang Ying (江應): Our new architect friend.
- Fu Cheng (傅承): Fu Yue’s eldest brother.
- Fu Yan (傅言): The second brother.
- Fu Zheng’an (傅正桉): Fu Yue’s father.
- Zhongshan suit (中山裝): A traditional Chinese tunic suit (also known as a Mao suit).
- Jianghu (江湖): Literally “rivers and lakes,” referring to the social circle of power and influence.
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