Chapter 17: Fu Jiajin, I Will Not Agree to You

The brother and sister stood outside the door, watching Jiang Jiujiu’s car disappear from sight.

Fu Suiyu tugged at Fu Jiahui’s arm.
“What were you and big brother talking about just now?”
“It was because of what you said—you insisted on not skipping a single step. Then Jiang Jiujiu hinted to big brother that they needed to hold a proper wedding ceremony!”
“Ah?” Fu Suiyu blinked, “Second brother, let’s follow them!”

Fu Jiahui shook his head.
“Fu Suiyu, don’t do that. It’s not appropriate.”
“With their personalities, it’s best to leave the time and place to just the two of them.”
“We’d only be in the way. What would we do if we went along? You know…” He glanced at Fu Suiyu.
“Right?”

Fu Jiahui chuckled softly, but he spoke too quickly.

Fu Suiyu sniffled, her eyes glistening as if she might burst into tears at any moment.

Fu Jiahui truly felt helpless.
(Inner thoughts: Stupid girl, think fast, come up with a plan!)

He pointed toward the small villa.
“But I still have something important to attend to!”

“That’s easy. Let’s invite Sister Lin Xiangge along. It’ll be a good chance for you to learn something—you’ll definitely need it in the future!”

Fu Jiahui shouted, “Fu Suiyu, you shameless girl!”

Fu Suiyu winked at him and tugged at his arm.
“Brother, brother, brother~ Are you coming or not? Don’t you want to learn firsthand?”

Fu Jiahui was truly at a loss with Fu Suiyu, but her words struck a chord with him.

Lin Xiangge was a bit confused—it was strange that Fu Jiahui actually invited her out.

Fu Suiyu glanced at Lin Xiangge and immediately understood her confusion. She leaned in close to her ear and whispered the situation quietly.

However, the three of them soon lost track of the others.

Fu Suiyu crossed her arms and glared at Fu Jiahui in frustration.
“See? It’s all your fault for hesitating earlier.”

Fu Jiahui simply glanced back quickly, then fixed his gaze ahead.

This was bad—the two behind them were staring fiercely.

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“You lost them!”

Jiang Jiujiu pulled her head back, looked at Fu Jiajin, and rubbed her neck.
“It must’ve been Little Fish’s idea!”
“No one else would have thought to follow them!”

Fu Jiajin steered the car into a dark alley.

After a while, the surroundings lit up brightly again.

Jiang Jiujiu glanced outside and immediately understood Fu Jiajin’s intention.
“The new marital home?”
“Mm.”

Jiang Jiujiu wore a serious expression, staring intently at Fu Jiajin.
“Why did you suddenly buy a new house?”

“Jiang Jiang, I don’t even know how to explain it. Ever since my parents and sister were in that accident, none of my actions have truly been my own. I can’t control myself, and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to resist that nameless force in the future.”

Fu Jiajin looked out the window, then turned off the engine.

He looked at Jiang Jiujiu with reluctance. If Fu Suiyu had arrived even a little later, he truly might have done something irreversible.

Fu Jiajin took Jiang Jiujiu’s hand firmly, weaving his fingers between hers.
“If one day, I’m no longer myself and end up hurting you, then you must kill me.”

Fu Jiajin’s demeanor was gentle and refined, a true gentleman, but only Jiang Jiujiu knew the reality of his character.

Her heart trembled as she stared at him, dazed.
“Don’t say that. You won’t be controlled by her!”

“Jiang Jiang, I’m just afraid of the worst.”

That night when Fu Suiyu appeared, Fu Jiajin didn’t sleep at all.

His locked memories suddenly surged out uncontrollably, overwhelming him and suffocating his breath.

He was terrified—at some point, everything had begun to spiral beyond his control, developing on its own.

Regarding his marriage to Jiang Jiujiu, in the shadows no one knew, he had imagined many scenarios.

But Jiang Jiujiu understood him.

He also understood her. They had only one path—to fight together.

“Jiang Jiang, we grew up together, so we know each other better than anyone else. When I came to my senses, honestly, I thought about making mistakes and continuing down that path, just to keep you away from my life and from Lin Yu.”

“But everyone has selfish desires. I cannot bear to see you marry someone else!”

As he spoke, tears streamed down his face like little pearls.

Fu Suiyu was right—he was a crybaby.

Jiang Jiujiu raised her hand and gently stroked Fu Jiajin’s face.
“I know. But I’ve sent my signal too. I won’t let you do that. You know, my mother died alongside someone else—her death shocked me deeply. So, our ending will be either reunion… or a lifetime of entanglement until death. Even as a ghost, I won’t let you go.”

They clung to each other, weeping, shedding all pretenses—just the purest versions of themselves.

Fu Jiajin kept running his fingers through Jiang Jiujiu’s hair.
“Jiang Jiujiu, but seriously, if one day I can’t even control my own body and am used by someone else, then dying would be my only release. When that time comes, please, do everything you can to kill me—I don’t want to hurt you.”

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Jiang Jiujiu sobbed, choking on her words.
“Fu Jiajin, I won’t agree to that.”

After crying for a while, they resigned themselves and wiped each other’s tears, then went upstairs.

Different floors, but the same door number.

The code hadn’t changed either.

Though she probably knew what the place was for, Jiang Jiujiu’s hand trembled as she grasped the doorknob.

The door opened.

The warm yellow light drew Jiang Jiujiu’s gaze.

As she entered, the walls were covered with photos of the two of them—

From when they were still in their mother’s wombs to adulthood.

They had known each other since childhood. If not for the current Lin Yu, they would never have wasted so many years.

Fu Jiajin knelt down.

Jiang Jiujiu tapped his face a few times and eagerly answered,
“I’m willing to marry you!”

Then she helped him up.
“Your leg isn’t good. Don’t kneel. You know my answer has always been yes.”

Fu Jiajin carefully wiped the tears from Jiang Jiujiu’s cheeks.

He suddenly recalled that even before the accident, Lin Yu had been trying to control them.

And on her eighteenth birthday, he had missed Jiang Jiujiu’s coming-of-age ceremony.

He kissed the top of her head with extra tenderness.
“Eighteen-year-old Jiang Jiujiu, eighteen-year-old Fu Jiajin apologizes to you.”

The kisses moved downward, the voice continuing.
“Nineteen-year-old Jiang Jiujiu, nineteen-year-old Fu Jiajin apologizes to you.”
“Twenty-year-old Jiang Jiujiu, twenty-year-old Fu Jiajin apologizes to you.”
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Each kiss marked a new year.

At last, Fu Jiajin gently cupped Jiang Jiujiu’s face.
“Dear Jiang Jiang, don’t cry anymore. My heart is breaking.”

“After the accident, Fu Jiajin, just treat me like a beast!”

Jiang Jiujiu laughed at Fu Jiajin’s words.

She couldn’t hold back anymore.

In the end, she could only laugh through her tears.

The more embarrassing, the more embarrassing it was.