Seducing the younger brother, who is fishing for whom?

Jiang Siran walked back to the kitchen angrily, put his hands on the center island, looked at his reflection on the metal surface, gritted his teeth, and brushed his messy hair back.

From childhood to adulthood, he has never felt so aggrieved!

But Jiang Fuyou, that annoying guy, could not be beaten or scolded, and he had no way to deal with him.

Jiang Siran became angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He glanced at the half pot of porridge left in the casserole, and on a sudden impulse, he took a bowl and ate it himself.

He didn't leave a single bite of the food he cooked for that heartless person!

Thinking of this, Jiang Siran took the bowl and took a sip viciously, as if the bowl contained not the ginger porridge he cooked, but someone else's.

As a result, as soon as Jiang Siran put the porridge in his mouth, his face changed instantly. He quickly threw the bowl aside, turned around and vomited into the trash can.

Jiang Siran vomited so much that he was dizzy. It took him a long time to recover. He rinsed his mouth vigorously, stood up to find the seasoning he had added when cooking porridge. After taking a bite, his face turned black.

Damn, he put sugar in there instead of salt.

Jiang Fuyou could eat something so disgusting without changing his expression, and even said it was "delicious"?

Jiang Siran pursed his lips, and suddenly a sense of frustration rose from the bottom of his heart.

It seemed as if Jiang Fuyou had always been coaxing and deceiving him like a child.

Just because he is a child, do you feel comfortable snatching his things?

Jiang Siran felt more and more suffocated. He turned around abruptly and went back upstairs, ready to find Fu You to ask him face to face.

But when he pushed the door open suddenly——

A breeze blew by, and the cool and elegant bamboo fragrance in the bedroom suddenly faded.

The empty porcelain bowl and the half-empty bottle of IV drip remained where they were.

Where is Fu You on the empty bed?

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After the meeting, the assistant followed Fu You, holding the documents.

As he walked, he couldn't help but look up and quietly look at the very silent young man.

Mr. Jiang's face looked even paler than usual, and against his dark suit, it made him look even less like a real person. The assistant was startled and was about to say something when Fu You suddenly smiled while looking at his phone.

"Xiaoran just sent me a message saying that he never wants to see me again." Under the light, Fuyou's skin looked particularly pale, like glass that would break at the touch.

He put away his phone and said softly, "Tell me, why is he so anxious?"

The assistant was shocked when he heard this and quickly tried to comfort him, "Boss Jiang, don't overthink it. The young master is still a child at heart. He was just angry and said those words to you."

He paused, then continued, "Besides you, who else can he trust and rely on? So even for the sake of the young master, you must be well and take good care of yourself."

Fu You didn't answer, his long black eyelashes were half-closed and drooped, and his green eyes in the shadows were like a quiet pool of water filled with moonlight.

Ever since Meng Tianrui was driven out, the remaining old troublemakers in the group have become like peppers without seeds, becoming incredibly docile.

Fu You then carried out a series of drastic reforms, promoting a group of young senior executives with no nepotism, and giving the Jiang family a major shake-up.

There were also veterans who came to the president's office to make trouble and protest, and refused to obey job transfers, but Fu You ignored them all, sitting calmly in his office chair, pretending not to hear.

For a moment, all the parasites in the Jiang family who were just waiting to die were terrified when they heard about Fu You.

Yet, Fu You felt something was missing in his office. The newly promoted executives were good, but none of them had a forward-thinking mindset, and their vision wasn't broad enough. They were even worse than the university student he'd been sponsoring.

Also, my parents died unjustly. Now that the culprit has been identified, then...

There are so many things to do, but he has so few days left, so everything has to be put in front of him.

Fu You sat with his legs crossed, eyelashes drooping in thought, his thoughts all focused on the events leading up to his death. He was completely silent. He held the capped fountain pen in his palm, tapping it lightly as he thought. His white fingertips pressed against the lacquer coating of the pen, as smooth as jade and ice.

Just as I was lost in thought, a burst of neon light suddenly appeared outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

It had been sunset for a long time, and the sky outside was extremely dark, making the light and shadows particularly glaring. Fu Youleng was dazzled by the light, squinting his eyes and looking out the window in confusion.

When I saw this, I was stunned.

The colorful screen on the building opposite flashed, and a line of large cursive characters appeared: "Brother Fuyou, I like you! Please date me!"

Fu You:?

There is not even a signature, who is it?

The neon lights were like fireworks, shining through the window, reflecting the rare confused expression on the beautiful face.

Then, the cell phone rang.

Fu You lowered his eyes and saw that the caller ID was from his assistant, so he swiped the answer button. The assistant's end was in a state of chaos, as if the employees had all seen the large screen across the way and were engaged in a heated discussion.

Amidst the noisy atmosphere, someone on the other side spoke up: "Boss Jiang, there's a guy downstairs who's about the same age as the young master. He's holding flowers and wants to see you."

The assistant lowered his voice and asked, "Boss Jiang, do you want to ask the security to get him out?"

"No need, I'll go check it out myself, you guys continue working." Fu You probably guessed who it was and gave a light instruction.

When he went downstairs, he saw the person the assistant mentioned leaning against a Rolls-Royce Phantom, holding a bouquet of bright red roses in his arms, standing at the door with eager eyes.

He had clearly dressed up before arriving, like a peacock with its tails spread out. He wore a high-end suit, his hair held back with gel, and he actually looked respectable and reliable.

Only when he saw Fu You, his puppy eyes lit up and he looked obedient again.

It snowed again two days ago, leaving a blanket of white on the roadside greenbelts. The streetlights flickered, creating shimmering light like diamond shards. Fu You stood between the snow and the moonlight, wearing a fitted woolen trench coat, with a slender waist and long legs, and a cold expression.

Xiao Lehui couldn't take his eyes off Fu You after just one look, as if he was glued to his body. His gaze was so hot that he wanted to burn a few holes in Fu You's body.

He walked towards the sick beauty with his long legs, handed the rose to her, and said happily: "Brother, this is for you."

Fu You lowered his eyes and glanced at him, gently refusing: "Sorry, Master Xiao, I'm allergic to pollen."

"Is that so..." Xiao Lehui was not discouraged and casually handed the flowers to the assistant who came behind Fu You.

He was just about to volunteer to send Fu You home.

But I saw that the other party had turned around and returned to the building.

The peacock was rejected the first time it spread its feathers, but Xiao Lehui was not discouraged.

For the next week, the young master drove to the company on time, even more punctual than going to school, and waited for Fu You to come and go from get off work to talk to him.

Snacks and milk tea were delivered to the group like water. He even infiltrated the Jiang family's work group, using red envelopes to win people over every day.

Seeing his subordinates smiling happily every day, Mr. Jiang did not stop them and just regarded it as a benefit for his employees.

Another week passed, and Fu You calculated that the time should be about the same.

After work that day, when Xiao Lehui tried to talk to him again, he didn't pretend to ignore her and leave, but suddenly stopped.

Fu You has an extremely beautiful figure. When she looks at people with her long eyelashes half-closed, her green eyes are clear and cold, and half of her face is bathed in the astonishingly clean snow light.

When Xiao Lehui was looked at by him, his heart beat so fast that he could no longer bear it.

The young man couldn't help but feel his Adam's apple roll, and he stood there in a daze. Fu You actually smiled softly and asked gently, "Can I sit in your car?"

Xiao Lehui was almost stunned, thinking he was hallucinating. It wasn't until Fu You asked him again in that very pleasant voice that he came back to his senses. With a surprised expression on his face, he hurriedly opened the car door and politely welcomed the other person in.

Xiao Lehui sat in the driver's seat, Fu You in the passenger seat. As they got closer, Fu You's elegant, subtle cold bamboo fragrance lingered on his breath, making Xiao Lehui feel relaxed and comfortable. He wished every pore in his body would open up to bathe in this intoxicating aroma.

The two of them sat down, and before Xiao Lehui could say anything, Fu You asked first, "Are you pursuing me, Xiao Xiao?"

Xiao Lehui hadn't expected such directness, and was taken aback by the question. He turned his head and saw Fu You looking at him with a faint smile. Her soft black hair fell between her eyebrows, and a high-necked sweater covered her slender neck, revealing her snow-white skin.

His Adam's apple rolled again.

"Give me a chance, brother." Xiao Lehui's eyes were almost glued to Fu You, and he tried hard to make his voice sound the same as usual. He looked at Fu You with pitiful eyes and said, "This is my first time in love and my first time pursuing someone."

Fu You chuckled when he heard this.

He didn't say yes or no, but suddenly asked: "Xiao Xiao, do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?"

"Of course I don't mind. As long as I like it, anything is fine with me!" Xiao Lehui quickly expressed his sincerity.

Fu You took out a cigarette box from his pocket, shook his hand, and a thin cigarette was pinched between his two slender fingers.

Xiao Le looked back at him, only to find his snow-white fingers particularly slender and beautiful, indescribably beautiful. While he was lost in thought, a lighter was thrown into his palm.

The car window was rolled down by Fu You. He slightly raised his dark eyelashes, and Xiao Lehui's stunned face was reflected in his green eyes. "Brother, help me light the car."

The cold shell of the lighter in my hand seemed to suddenly become hot.

Xiao Lehui was dressed in a mature suit, looking handsome, but his movements seemed very clumsy. He pressed the lighter with his thumb several times before finally lighting it with a "swoosh".

But when I looked up and saw my handsome brother holding a cigarette, my mind was in a mess and I didn't know what to do.

The cold wind blew, and in the cool snow, Fu You slowly leaned over, and her hair almost flew onto Xiao Lehui's cheek.

Xiao Lehui only felt that the cold bamboo fragrance suddenly became stronger between his nostrils.

His back suddenly stiffened, and he felt numb from his fingertips to the top of his head. However, Fu You lit a cigarette and sat back down, leaving Xiao Lehui stunned as if he had been cast under a spell.

The flame was blown by the wind and licked his fingers. Xiao Lehui cried out in pain and quickly let go of his hand.

Fu You exhaled a puff of smoke out the window, looked back at the other person's miserable appearance, his thin chest trembled, and a low laugh came out of his throat.

"Brother, if you wanted to pursue me, you should have displayed your charm, drawn in so that I couldn't leave you." A misty glow shone between Fu You's delicate brows, casting a pair of smiling eyes. "Why is it the other way around now? Why do you seem to be so captivated by me that you can't even speak?"

"I, I..." Xiao Lehui subconsciously wanted to refute, but he was usually eloquent and like a chatterbox, but when he saw Fu You like this, his tongue suddenly became tied.

"I'm not interested in anyone younger than me, Xiao Xiao." Fu You said, stopping teasing the child. He leaned back in the car seat, his eyelashes, dyed a warm color, drooping at the tips, revealing a blushing laziness. "If your parents knew, I wouldn't be able to explain it."

"My family doesn't care about me!" Xiao Le retorted subconsciously.

Another love-deprived kid.

There are more naughty kids nowadays than sesame seeds on a sesame bun.

Fu You took a puff of cigarette and thought.

As if sensing Fu You's nonchalance, Xiao Le replied anxiously, "It's true! If you don't believe me, you can come to my house sometime and see for yourself."

Fu You paused with his knuckles, looking at him with a half-smile: "Meet the parents?"

"It's not the parents, it's me..." Xiao Lehui paused a little unnaturally before continuing, "It's my uncle."

As soon as the words fell, the misty tenderness in Fu You's eyes suddenly froze into ice.

Xiao Lehui didn't notice and continued, "My parents died early, and my uncle has been raising me ever since. He's my grandfather's illegitimate son, and he grew up in an orphanage. When he first returned home, he had a high fever and lost his memory. He can't remember anything from his childhood. Later, he inherited my family business, and many people..."

Before he could finish, Xiao Lehui suddenly thought of something and stopped talking.

His uncle was an illegitimate child, and inheriting the family business was not legitimate, which caused gossip from outsiders. But after all, the illegitimate child still had the blood of their Xiao family flowing in his veins, so Fu You was even more...

Damn it, is he stupid?! How could he say such things in front of his brother?!

Xiao Lehui cursed himself in his heart, quickly looked up, and carefully observed Fu You's expression.

Unexpectedly, Fu You didn't show any displeasure or sadness on his face.

——There was no expression on his face.

The cigarette between Fu You's fingers had burned mostly. The cigarette was long and thin, and a bit of bright red made his fingers look translucent like jade.

That scorching red was also reflected in Fu You's bamboo-colored eyes. After a long moment, the young man suddenly lowered his eyes and smiled a very gentle and innocent smile.

He said, "Xiao Xiao, take me to meet your uncle when you have time."

Xiao Lehui breathed a sigh of relief and quickly agreed.

However, Fu You was not angry. He should have been happy. But for some reason, a vague sense of disharmony lingered in his heart.

It felt like a thorn in his throat.

——It was as if, from the very beginning, the other party had wanted to hear him invite the other party to meet his uncle.

The cigarette burned out, and Fu You tossed the extinguished butt into the trash can in the car. He propped his chin on his palm and looked out the window absentmindedly. The glass reflected the young man's frail yet beautiful profile.

[System, use the "Dream Entering" skill I drew earlier on this uncle.]

【OK. 】

Xiao Xi, Xiao Lehui's uncle, the current head of the Xiao family, and the arch-villain of this small world—is also the mastermind behind the murder of Jiang's parents. Sounds truly terrifying.

The system thought the host was feeling uneasy, so it searched the database for a while and just organized some clumsy words to comfort him.

But then, it heard the host's interesting sigh:

[I can't wait to fight him.]

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Author's note: This chapter finally brings out all the top characters who have roles (well, since they are mentioned in the dialogue, it counts as an appearance anyway)

Okay, now we can start burning the battlefield (what?)