Chapter 6: Do You Have Amnesia?

Chapter 6: Do You Have Amnesia?

Under Song Jiang's pitiful puppy-dog eyes "attack", Fu Zhichen finally helped Song Jiang set up the navigation.

He said coldly, "Take the phone."

"Thank you, Boss Fu!"

Song Jiang reached back with one hand.

Huh? Where's the phone?

Since he couldn't look back while driving, Song Jiang felt around left and right but still couldn't find the phone.

He automatically assumed the boss hadn't handed it to him.

"Boss Fu, could you hand me the phone? I can't reach it."

Fu Zhichen watched the fair hand waving in front of his face, his eyes narrowing. "Butler Song, does your family know you have such tiny hands?"

"..."

Why did the boss have to insult him over a phone?

Why!

What business of his was it if his hands were small?

Song Jiang felt a flash of anger—and that was it.

He said evenly, "Boss Fu, there's a traffic light ahead and we need to turn. I really don't know the way."

A few seconds later, the phone landed right in Song Jiang's hand.

Fu Zhichen's cool fingertips unconsciously brushed across Song Jiang's warm palm.

Whether it was the temperature difference from that brief skin contact or something else,

an electric jolt of numbness shot through Song Jiang's entire body.

Song Jiang trembled involuntarily.

What the hell was that?!

...

Half an hour later, thanks to Song Jiang's relentless efforts—flooring it and desperately wanting to get away from the boss—they arrived at the destination.

He could finally get rid of this jinx.

The car came to a steady stop in front of the large villa.

"Boss Fu, we're here."

Song Jiang eagerly rang the front doorbell.

He had already planned out his routine for when he got home:

First, take a nice warm shower, then order some delicious cheap takeout, and finally crash into bed and sleep like a log.

Soon, a woman with graying hair stepped out.

"Sir, Old Mrs. Fu and Miss Ye are here."

Huh, Miss Ye?

Had the boss been messing around with someone?

What about Tian Tian then?

"Mrs. Wang, why didn't you stop them?" Fu Zhichen said sternly, his face expressionless.

"She's the old lady—how could I dare stop her..." Mrs. Wang looked troubled.

Fu Zhichen's expression didn't change. "From now on, nobody enters my house without my permission—not even family, got it?"

"Yes, sir."

What a heartless, cold man.

"Butler Song, you're coming inside with me."

???

Song Jiang had been slowly inching backward, planning to slip away as soon as the boss wasn't paying attention.

But now the boss was saying he had to go in too?

Why? Those two inside couldn't be here for him, obviously.

Was he supposed to go in as decoration? A human statue?

Song Jiang felt he absolutely had to remind this guy in the wheelchair.

"Boss Fu, didn't you say I could leave once I got you home?"

Fu Zhichen raised an eyebrow. "Butler Song, when did I ever say you could leave?"

"Do you have amnesia?"

Song Jiang was stunned, completely floored.

The boss's talent for twisting words was getting more and more refined.

Impressive, really impressive.

So that meant he couldn't leave now.

Since he was doomed to be stuck here,

"Boss Fu, can I get the taxi fare home tonight reimbursed?"

If the boss would reimburse, he might consider it.

He wasn't going to spend a single penny of his own money.

"Fine, reimbursed." Fu Zhichen rubbed his forehead, lips pressed together, as if about to endure a torture session. "And I'll give you five times your overtime pay. You can go once they leave."

"Got it," Song Jiang didn't think much and, without a second thought, eagerly pushed Fu Zhichen's wheelchair inside.

Five times the pay! Holy cow, if he hesitated even a second, he'd be disrespecting money!

The villa was not as splendid as Song Jiang had imagined; instead, it felt cold and empty because of its sheer size.

It matched the cold aura of the CEO.

With the CEO around, this place definitely wouldn't need air conditioning in the summer.

So envious! That's another expense saved.

Old Madam Fu, sitting on the sofa, was chatting enthusiastically with that Miss Ye.

Their entrance didn't catch their attention at all.

"Qingqing, I knew you were a good girl—it was so thoughtful of you to bring gifts to visit me today."

"Unlike my good-for-nothing grandson—if I don't come to him, I can't see his face even once a year. That's just unacceptable."

"Grandma Fu, please don't say that about Brother Zhichen. Brother Zhichen is just too busy with the company."

Alright, alright, here comes yet another one calling him 'Brother Zhichen.'

Hear that sweet, coquettish voice; look at that Little White Flower outfit.

Before Tian Tian could even use the Little White Flower tactic, Ye Qingqing had already employed it.

Moreover, Ye Qingqing knows Old Madam Fu; needless to say, she's on a whole different level than Tian Tian. He should remind Tian Tian about it.

While Song Jiang was silently planning, Fu Zhichen said in a low, firm voice, "Push me upstairs."

"Now...?"

Before Song Jiang could finish his sentence, Fu Zhichen grabbed Song Jiang's wrist in an instant.

He placed his index finger on his lips.

It was a gesture telling him to be quiet.

Hmm? Quiet now?

Song Jiang didn't understand.

Fu Zhichen was in a wheelchair, and the house had an elevator installed for getting between floors.

Just as Song Jiang was silently pushing Fu Zhichen to the elevator,

Old Madam Fu noticed them.

"Zhichen, you're back and didn't even say a word." Old Madam Fu waved in their direction. "Come over quickly, let me introduce you."

Song Jiang was about to go over when he heard Fu Zhichen say to him in a very low voice, "Don't you dare go."

?

Old Madam Fu stared at Ye Qingqing, her wrinkled eyes squinting into slits when she smiled.

Without a care for how far away Fu Zhichen was, she started talking on her own, "She is Ye Qingqing, daughter of the Ye Group. Zhichen, you two played together as children. Do you still remember?"

This CEO was quite the player as a kid, with Tian Tian and now Ye Qingqing.

Fu Zhichen's expression was blank. "I don't remember."

"Old Madam, did you bring her here today for something? If not, please leave. I'm tired and need rest."

Oho, quick to kick them out, huh?

Old Madam Fu clearly knew Fu Zhichen was making excuses: "Rest, my foot? I've only been here a short while and you're already trying to kick me out."

"Qingqing has always had feelings for you all these years. It was only after hearing that I was helping you find a partner that she mustered the courage to confess to me."

"Grandma, don't just say it outright!" Ye Qingqing said, then glanced shyly at Fu Zhichen. "Oh, I'm so embarrassed."

Cough... gag...

Song Jiang coughed and quickly covered his mouth, trying not to make a sound.

The Little White Flower portrayed in novels and the real-life Little White Flower he saw with his own eyes... the difference was night and day.

Seeing it in real life was just too...

Song Jiang swallowed hard; he had to hold it in, couldn't throw up.

"Grandma has already looked into it; Qingqing is a good girl. Zhichen, why don't you give her a chance?"

"Oh, Grandma, I'm not as good as you say."

"..."

Song Jiang's mind turned to mush after just a few sentences.

He finally understood why the CEO suddenly became generous.

It turns out he just wanted someone to suffer with him!

Song Jiang wasn't exaggerating—the two women, playing off each other, could put on a whole show.

Song Jiang had never seen anything like it.

He originally thought that Old Madam Fu, being so old, definitely wouldn't be able to stay up late and would leave soon.

Once Old Madam Fu left, dealing with Ye Qingqing would be a piece of cake.

However, dreams were sweet, but reality was harsh.

Old Madam Fu's endless talk was like the Tang Monk reciting sutras—endless!

She went on and on with Ye Qingqing, nonstop.

Song Jiang could kind of understand how Sun Wukong felt, despite having great skills, he couldn't break free from that cursed headband.

(Dear kind-hearted reader, thank you for unlocking yet another chapter! I'm going to channel my inner strength and spin you around a full three hundred and sixty degrees!)

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