The Sickly Villain Only Wants to Survive

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Zhu Tong suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Mr. Zhu... His father?

Did Jiang Wan know the purpose his father had for bringing him to the banquet today?

Wasn't she here with Qin Junhong?

Zhu Tong turned around.

Jiang Wan smiled while holding her wine glass, "Now, can we have a chat?"

"..."

In the resting room specially arranged for Zhu Tong by Aunt Lian, a rectangular coffee table sat between them, with a single armchair on each side. The two of them took seats, separated by quite a distance.

Jiang Wan gestured with her eyes, surprised, "Young Master Zhu... Are you sure we're going to talk like this?"

Zhu Tong replied coolly, "Apologies, I'm allergic to perfume."

Jiang Wan: "..."

She had never encountered someone who rejected her so thoroughly.

Seeing her silence, Zhu Tong took the initiative, "Go ahead, what is my father's purpose in bringing me to the banquet?"

Jiang Wan responded, "That's not how you ask for answers."

Zhu Tong said, "I don't particularly need to know."

"..."

Jiang Wan chuckled, placing the wine glass on the coffee table, and looked up, "Young Master Zhu, are you feeling so secure because you think Mr. Zhu can't do anything to you?"

Zhu Tong furrowed his brow slightly.

What did she mean by that?

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

Jiang Wan silently scrutinized him for a moment, narrowing her eyes, "It seems you really don't know anything."

But if he didn't know, then why had Zhu Tong behaved that way towards her earlier on the balcony?

Judging from his reaction, he clearly recognized her and was on guard against her.

While her reputation wasn't great, her status was notable. Even those who secretly disliked her would outwardly treat her with courtesy.

In A City, no one had ever dared to show their disdain for her so openly like Zhu Tong did.

If it wasn't because he knew about her dealings with Zhu Shoushan, then... he truly hadn't regarded her at all.

A glint of interest flashed in Jiang Wan's eyes, and she smiled, "Mr. Zhu's ability to keep secrets is truly impressive. But when it comes to such a significant matter like your future, I thought he might share a little with you."

The moment Jiang Wan had spoken to him on the balcony, Zhu Tong had a faint sense of unease.

What kind of person was Jiang Wan? What good could come from her approaching him?

But when she mentioned "significant matters," a chill spread through Zhu Tong's heart. He thought he had become numb to such things, but a sharp pain pierced through him, like being pricked by a needle.

Was it what he thought it was?

Jiang Wan's words shattered his last bit of hope: "A few days ago, I proposed an alliance through marriage to Mr. Zhu, and he agreed."

Zhu Tong: "..."

Only one thought ran through Zhu Tong's mind: Had his father lost his mind?

He was only seventeen!