QT: The Rescue Of The Miserable Bigshots-Chapter 234 - 8.21

Jiang Jiamian, beside him, rubbed the system’s dog head in a relaxed mood and muttered, "I didn’t expect Fu Yanchen to be so capable. Looking at the original plot, I didn’t realize he was hiding such a trump card."

Could it be the original plot never revealed it because he was killed off before it happened?

The system, dazed but enjoying the affection, wagged its tail contentedly, "Huh? What is the host talking about?"

Jiang Jiamian curled his lips, "What else? I’m talking about Fu Yanchen’s hidden power that no one noticed. I would bet anything the real boss behind Jinsheng Group is him."

No wonder he never intended to fight for the Fu family’s business.

After all, in the original plot, Fu Yanchen had already uncovered the truth behind the car accident.

Now, there’s probably already an answer in Fu Yanchen’s heart, he is just waiting for the right moment to act.

The system’s doggy head turned toward Fu Yanchen, "He’s really that powerful? Could it be... Old Man Fu found him too capable, too uncontrollable, and refused to pass down power so he crippled him and replaced him with a more obedient son?"

Jiang Jiamian raised an eyebrow, smirking as he gently patted its head, "When did you get so smart?"

Tears welled up in the system’s eyes, "It was in the later part of the original plot..."

Jiang Jiamian: "..."

The system gazed at Fu Yanchen with heartfelt emotion, "Wow... He was hurt by his own father just because he was too outstanding. How tragic! What kind of father is so cruel and jealous of his own child? It’s heartbreaking!"

Jiang Jiamian’s eyes turned slightly cold, "Is it strange? The more power someone holds, the more distant they often become from their family. Especially in royal families of the past, fathers and sons were rivals, brothers killed each other. How many people with the same bloodline had to walk over corpses just to survive?"

The Fu family in this world was nothing more than a modern-day, low-budget royal drama.

The system asked curiously, "Do you think he knows the truth now?"

Jiang Jiamian averted his gaze slightly, "I think he already does."

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have said something like ’help the Jiang family make the Fu family suffer’. There was too much indifference and hatred in that sentence to ignore.

"Let’s go back."

Fu Yanchen’s face turned cold as if remembering something. He raised his eyes to look at Jiang Jiamian and slowly stretched out a hand to him.

"Young Master Fu!"

Father Jiang finally snapped out of his daze from the confusing conversation earlier. Seeing Fu Yanchen about to take his son away, he quickly stood up and forced a dry laugh, "Young Master Fu, I’ll seriously consider the cooperation you mentioned tonight. But my son is a bit thoughtless sometimes and probably can’t help you much. He might even cause trouble. Why not let him stay? He hasn’t been home in a long time, after all."

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But if his son stayed in his hands... they would lose all leverage.

And his son was still engaged to Fu Xiaoyuan. Getting too close to his elder brother would only cause trouble.

Could it be that Fu Yanchen wasn’t worried about getting close to his future brother-in-law? Wouldn’t people start talking?

Fu Yanchen and Jiang Jiamian were already holding hands. When Fu Yanchen looked up again, his expression was even more serious than when he was talking about business. He said firmly, "Uncle, I nearly forgot to mention, Jiang’s family not only has better options for cooperation, but also for a son-in-law. Jiamian is someone I won’t let go of. As for the engagement, I’ll soon make it non-existent. When that time comes, I hope you’ll give me a chance. I will never let anyone hurt him."

Father Jiang was thunderstruck.

By the time he snapped out of his daze, Fu Yanchen was already being wheeled out the door by Jiang Jiamian.

All he caught was a golden retriever’s tail disappearing through the doorway.

After they left the Jiang residence, Fu Yanchen remained quiet until they got into the car. Then he finally spoke, "Tell me, did I say too much just now? Maybe your dad couldn’t take it all at once?"

Jiang Jiamian rolled his eyes at him, "You think? You hadn’t even finished talking, and I could already see my dad getting overwhelmed."

Fu Yanchen chuckled, then pulled him close and wrapped his arms around his waist. He gave him a quick kiss on the lips, just a gentle touch, then grinned in satisfaction."Now that I’ve said everything, you have to marry me. I know your secrets, you know mine. There’s no escape."

Jiang Jiamian raised an eyebrow, "You sure you’ve told me everything? You still haven’t explained your relationship with Jinsheng Group."

Fu Yanchen’s expression didn’t change, "I thought that, even if I didn’t say it outright, you would’ve guessed it by now. After all, I didn’t hide anything, I came to speak to your family myself."

Jiang Jiamian tilted his head, locking eyes with him, "Guessing is one thing. Whether you say it aloud or not, that’s a matter of sincerity."

"I’ll say it. Of course, I will."

Fu Yanchen held him tightly. As the car slowly started, he leaned close to Jiang Jiamian’s ear and whispered, "Jinsheng Group was founded by me. So when I said choosing me was the right decision, I meant it."

As for Fu Xiaoyuan, this illegitimate child?

He was nothing more than an irrelevant bug. How could he ever be worthy of someone as brilliant and radiant as Jiang Jiamian?

"Young Master!"

Inside the villa, the housekeeper looked at Fu Yanchen stepping out of the study as if he had seen a ghost, his jaw practically hit the floor.

"Shh!"

A head suddenly popped out from behind Fu Yanchen and made a playful shushing gesture toward the butler.

It was Jiang Jiamian, smirking mischievously.

The butler stood frozen for several seconds before slowly closing his mouth, rubbing his eyes just to make sure his vision wasn’t betraying him.

By the time he regained his senses, Fu Yanchen had already passed him, calmly walking toward the bedroom, leaving only a composed warning behind, "For now, I don’t want a fourth person to know about this."

It wasn’t that Fu Yanchen hadn’t considered hiding it from the housekeeper. But the man handled all of his food, clothing, and daily care within the villa. Pretending would be too exhausting, and besides, he hadn’t had much chance to truly stretch his legs in peace.

Thankfully, the butler was someone he trusted absolutely. After discussing it with Jiang Jiamian, they decided to let him in on the secret.

After all, it was only a matter of time before the outside world began to believe that his legs were ’slowly recovering’.

Until then, it was best for the housekeeper to remain silent, for both their convenience.

The butler stared in disbelief for a long while before snapping out of it. He nodded quickly, face full of shock, surprise and excitement, "Master, don’t worry! I completely understand!"

Oh my God, this is simply a miracle!

He was the only one who knew the true extent of the young master’s disability, aside from the man himself and the attending physician, who had already been well compensated to keep silent.

It was unimaginable that the master could now stand up and walk!

But no matter how moved or shaken the butler was, Fu Yanchen had long since turned his attention elsewhere.

He had something much more important to focus on.

The bedroom door had been tightly closed. As soon as he stepped inside, Fu Yanchen couldn’t hold back any longer. He wrapped Jiang Jiamian in a fierce embrace and spun him around, pushing him against the wall.

Jiang Jiamian gave a low chuckle, catching himself with one hand against the wall, the other looping lazily around Fu Yanchen’s neck, "So aggressive. Is this how you treat all your business partners?"

Fu Yanchen didn’t answer. His eyes were dark and stripped of patience. One hand fisted the front of Jiang Jiamian’s shirt.

Rip.

Buttons flew. Fabric tore straight down the middle, baring skin without warning. The torn shirt hung off Jiang Jiamian’s shoulders like a defeated flag.

"You talk too much." Fu Yanchen said flatly.

His hand slipped behind Jiang Jiamian’s neck and yanked him down for a kiss, deep, consuming, entirely dominant.

By the time he pulled away, Jiang Jiamian’s breath was uneven, and the faintest flush colored his cheeks.

He let out a short, breathless laugh, "All those months in a wheelchair, and this is the first thing you do with your legs?"

Fu Yanchen didn’t answer.

In one swift motion, he grabbed Jiang Jiamian by the waist and tossed him onto the bed, flat on his back. The mattress bounced under the sudden weight, and Jiamian barely had time to react before Fu Yanchen was on top of him, straddling his hips, pinning him down with the solid weight of his body.

The teasing died on Jiang Jiamian’s tongue.

The look in Fu Yanchen’s eyes wasn’t even angry.

It was calm, dangerously calm.

"You’ve had your fun." He said in a low voice, "Now it’s my turn."

Jiang Jiamian’s clothes were stripped off in one move as he was pressed into the soft bedding.

The lamp faintly shone a soft light. At this moment, the snow white-skinned young man was looking even more exquisite and radiant than anything Fu Yanchen had ever laid eyes on.

He had originally wanted to ruthlessly fuck him, make him climb onto his body and wail, but at this moment, he found that he completely couldn’t do it.

Instead, a fierce protectiveness welled up inside Fu Yanchen, as if the beauty beneath him was something precious, meant to be treasured rather than broken.

His hands slowed, fingers dragging over skin with deliberate ease.

He took his time, working Jiang Jiamian open with steady pressure and a quiet patience that felt almost cruel in its control. The heat between them thickened, drawn out by every slow, unrelenting push of his fingers.

Seeing that he was ready, Fu Yanchen undid the belt and pulled down his zipper and briefs, allowing a thick and long, hard object to bounce out, aiming at the tight and shrinking pink entrance, slowly inserting.

Jiang Jiamian’s thoughts scattered the moment Fu Yanchen entered him.

His legs willingly wrapped around the man’s waist, matching the rhythm without thinking. In and out, give and take, every grind landing with precision, striking the same sensitive point again and again.

Fu Yanchen finally lost control. He slammed Jiang Jiamian from the bed to the floor, against the wall, then dragged him back to the bed, each thrust harder than the last.

Time dragged on, steady and harsh, driving them both toward their limit.

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