The Mad Young Master Falls Asleep Every Night to My Fragrance - Chapter 37

“My uncle said that Old Zhang’s son wanted to marry me, but he didn’t say that I liked him!”

So you only listen to what you want to hear, right?

“Aren’t they all the same?”

“How are they the same? There’s a huge difference between liking someone and being liked. You can control whether you like someone or not, but you can’t stop others from liking you!”

“So, he likes you?”

Jiang Youxi waved her hand: “These were just jokes from when we were kids, don’t take them seriously.”

“So you like him?”

Jiang Youxi finally realized something was wrong: “Why are you still fixated on this issue?”

“If you’re disobedient, can’t I at least ask you for details?”

Jiang Youxi chuckled: “Are you my dad? You think you can tell me whether I’m obedient or not?”

He Zhuo glanced at her: “I don’t have a rebellious son like you.”

“…”

Hey.

Has this bastard been driven mad by work stress? It’s only been a month since I last saw him, and he’s acting like a heartbroken husband who’s been dumped, with such a terrible temper.

Seeing that the snow was falling heavier and heavier, Jiang Youxi took out her umbrella, opened it, jogged after him, and stood on tiptoe to hold it over his head.

“Fine, fine, I don’t like Old Zhang’s son, okay?”

The man paused slightly, his mood instantly brightening: “So, who do you like?”

I don’t like anyone.

He Zhuo’s smile vanished instantly.

Jiang Youxi reached out and caught the falling snowflakes: “I only like money.”

Her biggest goal and motivation in life is to work hard to earn lots and lots of money so that her uncle’s family can live a good life.

Only in this way can she repay her uncle’s family for raising her.

“Since you like money so much, why won’t you cooperate with me?”

Mentioning this made Jiang Youxi angry: “I do like money, but I have my limits! Don’t try to tempt me down the path of crime!”

OK.

It’s best if he likes money; he has no shortage of money.

He Zhuo said with a good mood, “You will be rich.”

“ah?”

etc.

Shouldn’t she be the one who’s angry? Why is she trying to appease him instead?

“What do you mean, ‘huh’?” He took the umbrella from her hand, took her hand with his other hand, and intertwined their fingers. “Let’s go home.”

–

When I got home, I saw Jiang Xu feeding Xiao Huang and the others dog and cat food.

There are three dogs and five cats in the family, all of which were picked up by my uncle and aunt outside.

When Uncle Jiang saw Jiang Xu, he was just as dumbfounded as Aunt Jiang and the others.

Just as Jiang Youxi was about to explain, a sound suddenly came from the doorway.

As soon as the door opened, a familiar voice, mixed with the chill of the air, rushed into the room: “Damn, this is too heavy, I can’t carry it, can someone come and help me with this!”

It’s my cousin, Jiang Shaoyang.

He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth as he struggled to move things of all sizes from the ground inside.

Just as Jiang Youxi was about to go over to help, a tall figure walked past her a step faster.

After the items were taken, Jiang Shaoyang thanked them repeatedly: “Xixi, only you care about your brother and know to come and help…”

He seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up.

The two men’s eyes met unexpectedly.

Jiang Shaoyang was stunned. He looked at the large group of people in the hall, and then at the unfamiliar man in front of him, who was dressed in a suit and had a noble demeanor.

“Holy crap, who are you?”

On the way back, He Zhuo had a pleasant conversation with Uncle Jiang and naturally learned about the specific situation of Uncle Jiang’s family.

He Zhuo smiled politely: “Cousin, my name is He Zhuo, Xi Xi’s…” He paused, “Good senior.”

“Senior?” Jiang Shaoyang squinted. After moving the things in, he was about to pull Jiang Youxi aside to ask her what was going on when he saw Jiang Xu. He thought he was hallucinating.

He pulled Jiang Xu next to He Zhuo for comparison: “No, you two are twin brothers!”

No, one is clearly younger.

Upon first meeting Jiang Shaoyang, Jiang Xu was unusually excited: “Uncle, it’s me, Jiang Xu! Don’t you recognize me?!”

Jiang Youxi, standing to the side: “…”

You idiot, you’re not even an embryo yet, who would recognize you?

“Jiang Xu? I don’t know him,” Jiang Shaoyang turned to Jiang Youxi, “Xixi, who is he?”

Jiang Youxi felt exhausted and silently pulled Jiang Shaoyang and Uncle Jiang into the room for another detailed explanation.

Jiang Youxi spread her hands: “That’s how it is, you understand now?”

Jiang Shaoyang nodded knowingly: “So the man in the suit outside is Jiang Xu’s biological father?”

“yes.”

Did he know Jiang Xu was his son?

“He knows, but he doesn’t believe it.”

“We all believe it, so why doesn’t he? He just refuses to admit it!”

Jiang Youxi countered, “If it were you, and you were only twenty-two years old, but suddenly you had a fifteen-year-old son, would you accept it?”

“I’m twenty-three this year, not twenty-two!”

“Never mind that, just answer whether you accept or not.”

“That’s unacceptable.”

“That’s right, isn’t it? That’s exactly He Zhuo’s mindset.”

“No,” Jiang Shaoyang protested, “Xixi, why are you siding with that scumbag?!”

“No, I’m just stating the facts.”

“What do you mean by ‘what’? If I’m not mistaken, you raised Jiang Xu all by yourself, and he hasn’t paid a single penny in child support, has he?”

“He gave it to me…”

“I told you he was a scumbag, but you wouldn’t believe me!” Jiang Shaoyang’s temper flared up instantly. “Dad, He Zhuo is not a simple man. Don’t be fooled by his appearance!”

Uncle Jiang was relatively rational: “He Zhuo is a good kid. He is polite and knows his limits. More importantly, he is smart. He became the president of the company at a young age. I believe he is not a scumbag.”

“Isn’t that despicable? He doesn’t even acknowledge his own son!”

What kind of company is that? Probably just a small workshop!

“Alright, calm down. Just like Xixi said, it’s probably because Jiang Xu is too old and he can’t accept this reality right now.” Uncle Jiang patted his shoulder. “So this matter needs to be handled slowly and can’t be rushed.”

Jiang Youxi nodded in agreement: “Uncle is right.”

“What do you mean, ‘right’? That kid has a devilishly handsome face, he looks like a playboy with a lot of ladies’ men. If you get together with him, you’ll definitely be the one who gets hurt!”

“Brother, you’re overthinking it. I have absolutely no relationship with He Zhuo.”

“You two aren’t together yet?”

“No.”

Jiang Shaoyang patted his chest: “You scared me. I thought you two were together.”

“…”

–

As soon as Jiang Shaoyang went out, he acted like a good buddy, putting his arm around He Zhuo’s shoulder, chatting and laughing, and even warmly inviting him to sit down and have a meal together.

He Zhuo was very polite and courteous throughout, engaging in a back-and-forth exchange with Jiang Shaoyang, ensuring the atmosphere never cooled down.

“Brother He Zhuo, you can drink, right? Want a drink?” Jiang Shaoyang pulled out his treasured Moutai, which he had kept for many years. “See this? The strongest liquor. Can you handle it?”

He Zhuo glanced at it, remaining calm and composed: “I can’t hold my liquor.”

“It’s nothing, just a couple of drinks.”

“Okay, come on.”

Jiang Shaoyang immediately opened the wine.

“This baijiu isn’t like the red wine you drink; it’s very strong, and most people get drunk after just one glass,” Jiang Youxi couldn’t help but advise. “Are you sure you can handle it?”

“Worried about me?”

Jiang Youxi paused, her face inexplicably flushed: “Who, who was worried about you?”

“Isn’t this all I have?” He ruffled her hair, leaned down, and whispered, his voice filled with trust in her.

“XiXi, I believe in you.”