Chapter 39: Dad Wants You to Come Home for Dinner Tonight part 1
“Who else is it this late?” Shen Junnian’s expression was defensive, fearing some insensitive man was coming to the door.
Fu Yue shook his head, indicating he didn’t know. He walked over to open the door.
There was no one at the door, only a beautifully packaged paper bag sitting quietly on the carpet.
There was no logo on the bag, nor was there a delivery slip.
Fu Yue brought the bag inside.
Shen Junnian leaned in: “Don’t touch things of unknown origin.”
As he spoke, Shen Junnian blocked Fu Yue and opened the bag first.
Inside was an elegant wooden food box.
Shen Junnian opened the lid as carefully as a bomb disposal unit. After seeing the contents, his tense expression relaxed.
“It’s fine.”
Shen Junnian took out the first layer of the food box.
Inside were neatly arranged, exquisitely shaped osmanthus cakes.
Each one had the character “Fu” pressed into it in seal script—this was the exclusive mark of the Fu family’s private chef.
The second layer of the box didn’t contain food.
Shen Junnian pulled out a flat black velvet box from it.
He opened it with a snap in front of Fu Yue.
Inside lay a house key, a Lamborghini car key, and a bank card.
Shen Junnian suddenly burst into laughter and pushed the box in front of Fu Yue.
“Good grief. The Fu family must know about tomorrow’s ‘palace selection’ and was afraid of being eliminated first, so they sent someone overnight to make amends.”
Fu Yue looked at the items in the box with a complex expression and didn’t speak.
He had been severely beaten by his family before; they had confiscated his house and car and cut off his cards.
Now, it seemed they were being returned.
In the garage of Fu Yue’s villa, there was no Lamborghini.
This car must have been newly bought for him by the family.
But getting these things back under such circumstances inevitably left him with mixed feelings.
At this moment, he thought of that man—Ji Hanmo’s words on the summit of Baisha Island and the bottomless, dark eyes he had when looking at him.
However, before he could think enough—
In less than five minutes, the doorbell rang for the third time.
“…”
Shen Junnian made an expression of total speechlessness.
He signaled Fu Yue not to move, got up himself, walked over, and pulled open the door irritably.
The doorway was again empty, with a large paper bag placed on the floor. The packaging was even more exquisite than the Fu family’s, yet it still bore no name.
“Is this ever going to end?”
Shen Junnian frowned as he brought the thing in. “Which partner is trying to use the back door now?”
Fu Yue shook his head. “Probably not that many partners know I live here…”
Shen Junnian placed the bag on the table and carefully opened it.
Inside was a painted tin box for Western pastries.
After the lid was flipped open, a faint scent of orange mixed with butter drifted out.
Inside was a box full of Western-style cookies.
Shen Junnian’s brow suddenly furrowed deeply.
Fu Yue smelled the scent and saw the shape of the cookies, and he immediately felt they were very familiar.
It was the kind of familiarity that came from bodily instinct.
But he searched his memory, and there was absolutely no information about this food.
It wasn’t mentioned in the original novel.
Looking at Shen Junnian’s expression and feeling the familiarity from his body, Fu Yue guessed this thing likely had something to do with him.
He didn’t dare ask “What is this?”
If he asked, he’d likely blow his cover.
Thus, Fu Yue chose to put on a wary expression, conveying the general meaning of “How could this thing appear here?”
“Hmph,” Shen Junnian snorted coldly. “Throw it away. It seems he wants to poison you to death.”
“Surely… not,” Fu Yue tested.
Shen Junnian indeed knew who had sent the item; Fu Yue could only try his best to hook out the answer.
“What do you mean ‘not’!” Shen Junnian’s face darkened. “Jiang Ying hates you so much, and the Ji Group canceled the contract with him on such a large project. I think he has the mind to kill you.”
Hearing this, Fu Yue immediately understood. He followed up: “Then how can you be sure it was sent by Jiang Ying?”
“The year I went abroad, you suddenly became obsessed with these orange cookies and even sent some to me. When I came back, you never touched them again. I know it’s not because you were sick of them, but because you were done playing with that person!”
Fu Yue fell into silence and didn’t reply further.
Shen Junnian saw his expression was off and suddenly felt he might have said something wrong.
He quickly and nimbly put away the cookies and the osmanthus cakes sent by the Fu family.
“Alright, don’t think about it. It’s all in the past.” Shen Junnian rolled up the top of the paper bag. “I’ll take these away and handle them so you don’t get upset looking at them.”
After saying that, Shen Junnian pointed to the black velvet box. “Keep this; it was supposed to be yours anyway.”
Shen Junnian didn’t act like a rascal today or say anything about staying.
He sent the “dirt” from the tablet to Fu Yue’s phone and took his leave.
But he paused at the door, turned back, and said, “At tomorrow’s negotiation meeting, you can look forward to the Fu family’s performance.”
That subtle expression made Fu Yue inexplicably think of a hunter about to close his net.
Shen Junnian didn’t follow conventional rules and had a vengeful personality.
“I wonder what he’s planning again.”
—
The door closed gently. Fu Yue sat alone for a while before going to the bathroom to shower.
Hot water poured down from overhead. The steam blurred the mirror, much like the chaotic thoughts in Fu Yue’s mind right now.
Because of these three unexpected suppers tonight, he lay on the soft bed without any sleepiness.
Shen Junnian’s recent behavior had saved him a lot of worry.
Ever since he clearly rejected his “proposal” in the heavy rain that time, Shen Junnian’s pestering attitude had lessened.
Whether it was the last time they discussed business in the office or tonight’s late-night visit, it made him feel relatively relaxed.
The Fu family’s overture was timed too precisely.
Fu Yue pursed his lips.
A day earlier or a day later, the meaning would be entirely different.
They just happened to send the key and bank card on the eve of the negotiation meeting. Under the disguise of “family affection” was nothing but “reality.”
But helplessly, he was playing an RPG as “Young Master Fu,” and he had lived off and stayed with the Fu family for all these years. This relationship still had to be managed.
As for Jiang Ying…
Fu Yue rolled over in bed, Shen Junnian’s phrase “you were done playing with him” echoing in his mind.
He suddenly remembered something.
Right!
Last time at the project meeting, he asked Jiang Ying to add him as a friend, and Jiang Ying mentioned being “on the blacklist.”
Fu Yue picked up his phone and opened the chat app.
He searched his contacts first—nothing.
He opened the blacklist.
Sure enough, Jiang Ying’s name was lying in there.
Fu Yue hesitated for a moment before moving him out of the blacklist.
Then, he clicked into their empty chat interface and directly synced the chat history from the cloud.
The progress bar loaded slowly, like salvaging lost fragments from a dusty past.
Once the loading was complete, a massive amount of information flooded the screen.
Fu Yue waited for several minutes before the screen settled at the very bottom.
The chat records were concentrated in his first and second years of high school.
The content was all-encompassing.
From difficult math problem solutions to fierce debates on certain architectural design styles.
From sharing songs by obscure bands to complaining about newly released art films.
The “Fu Yue” in the chat records was sharp-tongued and deep-thinking, showing a talent and insight that made the current Fu Yue feel strange and amazed.
And Jiang Ying was enthusiastic and frank, his words filled with admiration for “Fu Yue.”
He continued to swipe down.
Selfies from Jiang Ying began to appear frequently on the screen.
A profile of a sweat-drenched face in the practice room, followed by Fu Yue teasing him for having no stamina;
A quiet silhouette by the library window, saying he saved a seat for Fu Yue.
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