Chapter 3: Shitting His Pants

Chapter 3: Crapping Your Pants and Swinging Around

Song Jiang saw Tian Tian off and took the elevator back to the top floor.

Although he had no official position in the Fu Group, he still had his own small desk next to the boss's office.

The big boss actually had a bit of a conscience.

"Xiao Song, the boss wants you to go in and see him."

The speaker was the boss's secretary, Mei Moyu, one of his few friends here.

After speaking, Mei Moyu quickly tugged at Song Jiang's sleeve and whispered, "What happened downstairs just now? What's up with that woman?"

"Tell me about it when you come out!"

Even at nearly thirty, it couldn't stop Mei Moyu from being a gossip.

Song Jiang made an OK gesture.

Oh well, people in this book world also loved to gossip, and that really suited Song Jiang.

He could already imagine how happy he would be chatting with Mei Moyu later.

But it was a bit strange; what could the boss possibly want him for at this hour?

Tian Tian had already left, and it wasn't mealtime yet; the boss should be dealing with documents.

Song Jiang knocked twice, feeling suspicious.

"Come in."

Song Jiang decided to report first, "Boss Fu, Miss Tian has left."

Fu Zhichen was indeed looking at documents, not even lifting his head, speaking slowly.

"Steward Song, explain to me how that woman got into the company."

What???

How did she get in?

Is the boss brain-dead? Of course she walked in; Tian Tian wasn't in a wheelchair.

"Boss Fu, I'm not sure. When the front desk called me, Miss Tian was already downstairs."

"Steward Song, didn't I tell you long ago that no random people looking for me are allowed into the company?"

"Do my words go in one ear and out the other?"

Ah, well, he wasn't a mind reader; how was he supposed to know who counted as random people?

Song Jiang dared not talk back to Fu Zhichen; he was counting on Fu Zhichen for his salary.

He lowered his head and admitted fault, "Boss Fu, I wouldn't dare. I always remember every word you say."

"Steward Song, you can't even handle such a small matter."

"What use are you to me?"

Fu Zhichen spoke dismissively, but every word made Song Jiang realize the boss was in a foul mood.

It's just a woman coming to pursue him, right?

What's there to be upset about?

He'd love that but doesn't get it.

Sigh, don't guess the boss's thoughts.

Take back the words "the boss has a conscience"!

The boss has no heart!!!

"Boss Fu, I'm sorry. I will definitely tell the security guards not to let any random people into the company."

"Steward Song, you'd better keep your word. If there's a next time..." Fu Zhichen didn't finish, but Song Jiang could guess what he meant.

Damn it! Don't deduct his salary!!!

"Boss Fu, I promise!"

After that, Fu Zhichen finally looked up at Song Jiang, who was nodding like crazy, and slowly said.

"Steward Song, someone just told me that you've been in the office the whole time and didn't have an upset stomach at all."

"Do you have anything to say?"

Song Jiang shuddered; his world went dark.

Who the hell exposed him!!!

This boss definitely has a screw loose!

He even polices my poop! What about personal privacy!

"Boss Fu, no one says that if your stomach hurts you have to go to the bathroom."

Fu Zhichen chuckled meaningfully: "So that's the case. I thought you thought it was embarrassing to push me out in the wheelchair."

Ah! How would he dare!

Even with a hundred lives he wouldn't dare mock the boss for being in a wheelchair!

He was so wronged!

"Boss Fu, absolutely not. Being able to accompany you has always been my honor."

Face is like a fart; you can't eat it!

As long as the money is right, he'd push the boss's wheelchair around the world!

Song Jiang was afraid Fu Zhichen would catch him on some other slip-up, so he had to find something to do.

"Boss Fu, would you like a cup of coffee?"

"What do you think?" Fu Zhichen looked at him with a cold, sarcastic expression. "Do I need to remind you of such things?"

Damn it, he shouldn't have asked!

"Okay, President Fu."

Song Jiang’s heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled back down. He took the CEO's exclusive coffee cup and turned around to leave the office.

Man, this was even more nerve-racking than the time he ditched class and got caught by the principal.

"Xiao Song, what's up?" Mei Moyu saw Song Jiang come out and immediately approached, somewhat surprised. "Isn't the office air-conditioned? Why are you sweating?"

Song Jiang shot a nervous glance at the door to Fu Zhichen's office, making sure it was completely closed before speaking.

"Slacker Bro, let me interview you: how do you last so long under the big boss’s suffocating aura?"

The two of them often talked about novel plots together, and they both knew exactly what kind of person the other was, so there was no need to hide their words.

Mei Moyu hesitated a moment, then guessed, "You got chewed out in there?"

Song Jiang nodded.

His long lashes batted as if he'd just been wronged big-time.

Mei Moyu patted Song Jiang on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Listen, as someone who's been there, let me give you some advice."

"Okay, Slacker Bro." Song Jiang rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, "But wait a moment, the CEO asked me to make him a cup of coffee."

"Hang tight, I'll make it for you."

"Boo-hoo, Slacker Bro, you're the best."

"..."

Song Jiang sat at his desk, psyching himself up for a few minutes, when Mei Moyu came back with the coffee.

"Xiao Song, take this in to the boss. Coffee I made myself — even my dog would give it a thumbs-up."

Mei Moyu probably felt his words were off, so he coughed twice and explained.

"Ahem, I mean, once the boss drinks this, he'll definitely chill out."

"Slacker Bro, I'll take that as a good omen. Here I go."

Song Jiang shuffled off, glancing back over his shoulder like he was walking to the gallows.

Mei Moyu smiled like a kindly old dad, "Xiao Song, go with peace of mind."

Song Jiang knocked and entered the office.

He set the coffee down next to Fu Zhichen, "Your coffee's ready, President Fu."

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Sweet, the big boss was in his own zone and too busy to nitpick!

Song Jiang breathed a silent sigh of relief and got ready to slip out.

Just as his hand touched the door handle, a creepy voice came from behind him.

"Too sweet."

Holy crap, that nearly gave him a heart attack!

Song Jiang's relaxed heart tightened again. He turned around stiffly and forced a smile: "President Fu, this is the same sweetness level you always have."

"Oh yeah? And how can you be so sure, Steward Song? Are you saying you test my coffee every time?"

Song Jiang was dumbfounded. What kind of weird logic did the CEO have?

"President Fu, you're kidding. I'd never let you drink from my cup."

Fu Zhichen clearly wasn't about to let him off the hook and kept pushing, "So how do you know it's always the same sweetness?"

Song Jiang felt a surge of blood rush to his head—he was speechless.

Just kill me now. How was he supposed to answer? Should he say he weighs the sugar on a scale every time?

That would be even more ridiculous than saying he crapped his pants today.

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