Chapter 65

Chapter 65: With Second Young Master Fu backing you up, you’re really something now

The precognition scenes were far too bloody, and they really did not suit her silly half-brother. Only by keeping him close could she save him.

Jiang Shi Yue shook her head and bobbed along, talking to herself. “Ah, wow. How am I this kind? How am I such a perfect sister?”

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The next day, Fu Qing Han’s car came again. It was right around breakfast time. Jiang Shi Yue drifted downstairs at an unhurried pace, did not even glance at Jiang Meng Qing and the others, and went straight out the door.

Jiang Mei Ling felt her resentment grow heavier and heavier. She wanted nothing more than to tear Jiang Shi Yue apart with her bare hands.

With Second Young Master Fu backing you up, you’re really something now.

But then she realized that even without Second Young Master Fu, Jiang Shi Yue still did not seem like someone you could provoke.

While she hesitated, she heard Jiang Meng Qing suddenly slam his chopsticks down hard and bark, “Eat. What are you spacing out for?”

Jiang Mei Ling jolted in fright. The milk in her hand nearly spilled over the rim of the cup. She did not dare make a sound, and only lowered her head to eat obediently.

“Meng Qing, don’t argue with a child,” Chen Xue Ru said, her gaze somewhat gloomy. How things were developing had gone beyond her expectations, and she needed to find a way out. But her feelings vanished quickly, and she only smiled gently. “A child is still too young to understand. As parents, we have to teach them little by little-”

Off to the side, Jiang Zi Chen truly could not be bothered to watch their twists and turns. He hurried through breakfast, tossed out, “I’m going to study,” and rushed out of the dining room.

At that, Jiang Mei Ling could not help rolling her eyes as she muttered, “Him?”

Jiang Zi Chen really was going to study.

The world’s noise had nothing to do with him.

In his heart, there was only reading and solving problems.

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“Miss Jiang, have you eaten breakfast?” Fu Qing Han asked in a careless tone.

“I haven’t. When you came, I was just about to eat breakfast,” Jiang Shi Yue said honestly.

In other words-you came at the wrong time.

“Perfect. I haven’t eaten either.” Fu Qing Han acted as if he had not heard what she implied, and only said evenly, “What do you feel like eating later?”

“Soy milk, fried dough sticks-anything is fine.” Jiang Shi Yue spread her hands and spoke casually.

The driver in the front seat truly wanted to beat some sense into her.

Eating breakfast with the Fu Family’s Second Young Master, and she chose this?

A good day should start with breakfast!

Shouldn’t it be black truffle and caviar bread laid over purple lettuce, thin pancakes spread with sour cream and berries, cherry tomatoes dusted with powdered sugar, an Eggs Benedict croissant with smoked salmon, and finally a steaming cup of fragrant hot red tea?

Of course, that was the driver’s happy breakfast.

He had been Fu Qing Han’s driver for eight years.

To this day, he still had not once eaten breakfast with him.

He was so jealous his soul almost split.

Just then, they passed a breakfast shop. It was a small place by the street, but business was booming, hot steam rising with a warm, everyday kind of life.

“Stop here,” Fu Qing Han suddenly said in a flat voice.

The driver understood at once. He got out immediately, went straight to the shop, and bought a whole pile of breakfast-buns, soy milk, porridge, all of it.

“Second Young Master, what do you want to eat?” the driver asked quickly.

Fu Qing Han looked at Jiang Shi Yue first. He simply lifted his gaze.

He did not speak, but Jiang Shi Yue understood.

She beamed at him and, without any politeness, picked up the soy milk first.

Hot, steaming soy milk really did have the kind of joy that could bring a person back to life.

This Miss Jiang was truly easy to satisfy.

The driver also took a long slurp of soy milk.