Chapter 12: Does Brother Jin Have a Soft Spot for This?

Tang Yu sent Wen Nian home, still unable to resist gossiping about Jiang You. It was rare for him to see Fu Jin lose composure; he couldn’t resist getting the scoop.

“Your uncle seems quite fond of that girl!”

Wen Nian replied matter-of-factly, “Of course! We grew up together, so we’re naturally close.”

“Well, you’ve known each other for many years then!” Tang Yu smiled knowingly, a thought flashing through his mind.

“I heard from my mom that when You You was six months old, my little uncle had to hold her, and she ended up peeing all over him,” Wen Nian added.

Damn, that’s juicy!

Tang Yu couldn’t help but laugh, imagining 9-year-old Fu Jin trying to calm a baby.

He and Fu Jin had trained in martial arts under the same master since childhood, and Fu Jin had always been icy, with a face that screamed “do not disturb.”

The kid had always been mature for his age, never showing his emotions.

This made Fu Jin’s lively, cheerful demeanor seem a little off.

Peed on him? Well, today’s gossip was worth it.

The car stopped at Tian Shui Hua Fu, Fu Jin’s place in the city. He was usually busy with work and would sometimes stay here if he couldn’t make it back to Xixia Mountain Villa.

Jiang You was now reeking of alcohol. Fu Qihai and his wife would probably have something to say when they saw her.

Before Fu Jin got out of the car, he told Jiang Yao to buy some food and deliver the girl’s new clothes to her home.

Jiang Yao was Fu Jin’s bodyguard and his most trusted ally.

The girl followed Fu Jin into the elevator.

Throughout the ride, Fu Jin pressed his lips together, his jaw tight, exuding a cold, sharp aura.

Fu Jin seemed really angry.

Jiang You felt uneasy, her breath trembling.

The elevator went straight to the 38th floor, a luxury apartment with one unit per floor. When the elevator doors opened, it revealed Fu Jin’s 300-square-meter duplex.

Unlike the traditional Chinese decor of his old home, this place had modern, luxurious furnishings—high-end, spacious, but devoid of warmth, like a show home.

Fu Jin took out two pairs of slippers from the shoe cabinet, handing one pair to Jiang You.

“There are no women’s slippers here. Just wear these for now.”

Jiang You took the slippers, noticing his unchanged stern expression. Her heart ached, and she timidly asked, “Are you angry?”

Fu Jin froze for a moment, realizing his expression was too harsh. He softened his face.

“I’m not angry. You You, don’t think too much.”

“But you… don’t look like you’re not angry,” she said.

Her heart felt like a block of ice that was suddenly melted by warm water.

She had just faced danger but now had to bear his anger and frustration.

He wanted to hold her, to tell her not to be afraid, but he didn’t.

He gently patted her head, meeting her anxious, helpless face, and spoke softly.

“You You, I’m just upset that I couldn’t protect you and Wen Nian. I’m not angry at you.”

Jiang You, feeling small and pitiful, quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I didn’t expect to meet someone like that. I won’t go there again.”

She hated seeing others upset because of her, especially Fu Jin.

“It’s not your fault,” Fu Jin quickly corrected her, his face serious. “The problem is with the people with bad intentions, not you. You can still go, but places like that are full of all sorts of people. You need to be extra cautious.”

Jiang You nodded cautiously, naïve and unaware.

Fu Jin felt both pity and helplessness.

The girl lowered her head and spoke again. “Then… could you not tell my mom? She’s on a business trip and will worry about me.”

Her voice was soft and pleading, almost like a child.

Fu Jin’s dark eyes softened with tenderness, like starlight gently falling on her. “I understand.”

Just when he thought Jiang You was still upset, she suddenly looked up, smiling brightly like a sunflower, her hands clasped together, and gave him a deep bow.

“Thank you, Uncle Fu! I wish you smooth sailing in your career, wealth flowing in, and that the Fu family continues to achieve great things and create a brilliant future!”

Fu Jin’s lips twitched, on the verge of laughter. He thought she had changed, only to find out she was pretending to be a good girl in front of her mom.

This little brat.

He cleared his throat and said, “Go take a shower. Dinner will be ready soon.”

Fu Jin grabbed a towel and toiletries and handed her a set of his own pajamas, then walked toward the balcony.

The apartment had a great view, with the night skyline of North City laid out before him. Tall buildings, flashing neon lights, and bustling streets—all within sight. Yet, human hearts and minds were just as unpredictable.

Fu Jin called Tang Yu, and after two rings, it was answered.

“How much did you find out?” Fu Jin asked directly.

Tang Yu replied succinctly, “A year ago, he was caught driving drunk, hit two people—one dead, one injured; six months ago, he targeted a high school girl and tricked her into a hotel; two months ago, he hurt a female PR at a bar in Haining, and she’s still in bed.”

Fu Jin sneered, “He doesn’t even deserve to be alive.”

That was just in the past year. What about the past twenty-odd years?

Tang Yu sighed, “The Bai family has been cleaning up after him, and since he’s not a nobody, I need to ask you how you want to handle this.”

Fu Jin replied nonchalantly, “Leave it to Bai Ting.”

Bai Ting referred to Tao Bai Ting, the head of the Tao family from Beijing and Hong Kong.

The Tao family was known for their shady dealings.

Fu Jin thought they were the best people for this kind of thing.

“That harsh?” Tang Yu asked, surprised.

Once you enter the Tao family, you’re not coming out without leaving a piece of you behind.

Fu Jin replied coldly, “His hands are too unclean.”

If he dared to be so blatant on the surface, who knew how many girls he had ruined behind the scenes? If it weren’t for worrying about the two girls not being able to handle the situation, he would have had someone deal with it on the spot.

“The Bai family might not be too happy about this.”

Even if he was beaten half to death, as long as he wasn’t crippled, he would recover. But if something important was missing, it would be irreversible.

“If he wasn’t a member of the Bai family, he wouldn’t even get to breathe,” Fu Jin said frankly.

Bai Hao, relying on his surname, bullied others and made life hard for people. Fu Jin never took him seriously. Besides, he wasn’t even human.

Tang Yu laughed. “Looks like you haven’t changed.”

Still as ruthless as ever.

Fu Jin smiled.

He wasn’t a good person to begin with.

The Fu family was a prestigious three-generation family, with a red background. They were once quite glorious.

Later, Fu Jin’s grandfather fell seriously ill, and unscrupulous people tried to take advantage of his absence, almost pulling off a conspiracy to bring the Fu family down.

Fu Jin had survived multiple assassination attempts a year ago, returned to China to solve internal problems, and fought off external threats. He saved the Fu family at the last moment.

Had he shown any weakness, the Fu family would have been a thing of the past.

Tang Yu understood and laughed. “Alright, I’ll contact Bai Ting.”

Before hanging up, he teased, “I heard that girl is Wen Nian’s best friend. She’s so young! Jin-ge, looks like you have a soft spot for her. This isn’t good, is it?”

Fu Jin retorted, “When did you go blind?”

“I was just curious, I heard…” Tang Yu said, but Fu Jin hung up the phone.

So annoying.

Just then, Jiang Yao arrived with dinner and clothes.

Since Jiang You had just been frightened, Fu Jin had instructed Jiang Yao to buy light porridge and snacks.

As he set everything up and was about to call her, he noticed the young girl had already walked into the dining room.