Chapter 4: Hey, Life’s Getting More and More Hopeful

Chapter 4: Hey, life is really looking up more and more

"Could it be you made a mistake, CEO Fu?"

"Butler Song, are you doubting what I said?"

This is total bullshit! Even more ridiculous than those female side characters in Mary Sue novels. Someone come and get him in check!

Song Jiang screamed inside but didn't dare say a word. He looked down at the floor. "I didn't."

"What's with that face? Are you saying I'm wrong?"

Song Jiang's heart was already dead inside, and he didn't even catch what the boss said, just repeating, "No."

Fu Zhichen was merciless. "Very well, since you admit I didn't wrong you."

"Then this month's bonus is totally gone."

!!!

???

When Song Jiang snapped out of it, he realized what he'd just admitted.

No no no, that's not what I meant!

Song Jiang now wanted to slap himself a couple of times. What a stupid mouth.

The sky is falling down.

Could the boss be picking on him on purpose just to avoid giving him his bonus?

His bonus wasn't even that much. How could a big boss be so over the top, so stingy?

He just wanted to save money to go home. What did he do wrong?

The more Song Jiang thought about it, the sadder he got.

Fu Zhichen frowned, confused. "Go make me a new cup of coffee."

Song Jiang, like a deflated balloon, said, "Oh."

Mei Moyu had been standing at the door all along. As soon as Song Jiang came out, he eagerly stepped forward and asked, "How was it? How was it? Is the boss calmed down now?"

"Slacker Bro, boohoo, it's been nothing but tears."

"..."

Eight in the evening.

Finally, finally I can clock out.

Song Jiang's heart, frozen all day, finally started beating again.

He couldn't understand it. The company got off at six, but the boss insisted on staying until eight every day.

So now on this floor, only his desk light was on.

God knows how much he envied Mei Moyu for getting off at six.

Song Jiang looked left and right—it was pitch black everywhere.

Mommy, it's so dark, I'm scared.

Boohoo, but he was the boss's butler, and every day he had to wait for the boss to get into his car and go home before he could leave.

Now it was eight, and the boss still wasn't out. Was he doomed to work overtime again today, crying his eyes out?

I wanna die. If the boss wanted to work overtime, why drag him into it?

Overtime with no pay—even a dog would say no.

Song Jiang wrestled with himself, pacing outside the office door, and finally decided to man up!

He knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Hearing "come in," Song Jiang entered quietly, saw Fu Zhichen holding a pen and writing something, and cautiously asked, "CEO Fu, are you still busy?"

"Spit it out." Fu Zhichen said casually.

"If you're here to ask me to reverse the bonus deduction, don't even bother. No way."

"..."

Fuck, you're crazy.

Had to stab him in the heart again.

As if his fragile little heart wasn't broken enough.

"CEO Fu, I was wrong today. It's right that you cut my bonus."

Song Jiang added in his head: As if.

He hadn't forgotten why he came in here.

Pretending to casually glance out the window, he sighed, "What a beautiful night. The neon lights on the street are so colorful."

Fu Zhichen thought Song Jiang came in to beg about the bonus.

The pitiful look he had during the day was exactly like the look his little dog had when bullied.

But Song Jiang's words were totally off-topic, saying the night was beautiful and the neon lights were colorful?

Fu Zhichen glanced out the window coldly.

"Butler Song, are you a dumbass? The neon lights are colorful every day."

"..."

As far as Song Jiang could remember, this was the first time he'd looked out from Fu Zhichen's office.

So hearing Fu Zhichen say that, Song Jiang couldn't believe it.

Wait, don't neon lights get holidays? Can't they take a day off?

Song Jiang forced a dry laugh to cover up the awkwardness. "Ah, CEO Fu, I must've seen wrong just now."

"But Mr. Fu, I'm not lying to you. There are red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—seven colors in total!"

"Look carefully on your way home after work."

Fu Zhichen stared outside for a few seconds, as if remembering something, then asked.

"Steward Song, what time is it?"

Bingo! Finally, the right question! Song Jiang couldn't wait to answer.

"Mr. Fu, it's 8:10 PM Beijing time."

It's already ten minutes past his quitting time!

For those ten minutes, he could barely hold back from asking the boss for overtime pay, as long as he let him leave now!

"Only 8:10? That's still early."

"Tell the driver to pick me up half an hour later."

Song Jiang: "..."

No way! No way!

Why isn't the boss playing by the rules!

He's practically spelled it out—would it kill him to just say 'you can go now'?!

"Mr. Fu, I don't have the driver's contact information."

He really didn't. Usually the driver was waiting for the boss downstairs at the company at eight sharp.

"The phone's on the table next to you. Password is ******."

Huh? Telling him the password directly?

Isn't he afraid he'll use the phone to do something shady on the sly?

Fu Zhichen seemed to read Song Jiang's mind and calmly warned him.

"That's a work phone, full of trade secrets. If you make random calls and leak info, the penalty for leaking anything starts at tens of millions."

"Steward Song, I'm giving you the phone. Do you have the guts to misuse it?"

Song Jiang's hand froze mid-reach toward the phone.

He really wanted to go up and punch the boss. What a jerk!

Should he even thank the boss for his

"thoughtful" reminder?

"Mr. Fu, I don't get what you're implying. Of course, I'll only send a message to the driver."

"I'm your employee. How could I do anything to betray you?"

After a moment, Fu Zhichen paused and said,

"Steward Song, good, as long as you don't have any such thoughts. The last person who betrayed me is still washing dishes in a restaurant to pay off his debt."

*Someone dares to betray a boss these days?*

He must be sick of living.

For a working stiff like him, the boss could crush him more easily than an ant.

He was very self-aware.

Uh... wait.

Helping the boss find a partner shouldn't count as betrayal, right?

Grandma Fu put him up to it.

Song Jiang, clearly unsettled, answered with little confidence: "Mr. Fu, I understand."

Great. Just great.

Not only did he not get off early, now he had to stay another half hour, and today's bonus was down the drain.

Yeah, life's really looking up.

Song Jiang entered the password, opened the phone, and found the driver's contact in the list.

However, after opening the messages from the driver, things got even worse.

[Mr. Fu, I ate something bad and got the runs. I've been to the bathroom twenty times. I really can't drive.]

[I'm very sorry, Mr. Fu. Steward Song must still be with you. Maybe he can drive you home today?]

Great, great—diarrhea, everyone's got diarrhea!

Twenty times? Careful you don't shit your intestines out!

(Good soul, thanks for unlocking another chapter! Wishing you smooth sailing and lots of luck!)

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