Chapter 7: Is Your Mouth Trying to Reach for the Sky and Shake Hands with the Sun?

Chapter 7 What’s with That Smirk? You Look Way Too Pleased with Yourself.

"Steward Song, what’s with that smirk? You look way too pleased with yourself."

Fu Zhichen couldn't get rid of the guests, and when he tried to talk to Old Madam Fu, he couldn't get a word in.

Now his face was black as thunder, like someone owed him a fortune.

Song Jiang couldn't help snickering at the sight.

Even the almighty CEO had a day when he was outmatched.

"CEO Fu, I wasn't laughing. Just had an itch on my lip, so I scratched it."

"Oh yeah?" Fu Zhichen gave a faint, unreadable smile.

"I thought you had a serious condition that made your mouth twitch."

Damn it, this heartless capitalist was jinxing him.

He was a tender blossom in his twenties, just about to bloom!

Song Jiang didn't dare talk back; he ground his teeth and said: "CEO Fu, you sure know how to joke. I'm perfectly healthy. I didn't realize you paid such close attention to me—I'm honored."

Fu Zhichen looked away from the living room and turned to Song Jiang, saying offhandedly, "Steward Song, you should get treated early if you're sick. What if it's catching..."

He paused for a few seconds, "Then I can't have you around."

Song Jiang thought, no, he had to prove himself.

He bent his elbow, made a fist, and the veins on his wrist popped from the effort.

"CEO Fu, check out this muscle. I'm really strong—I could take down an ox!"

"Hmm?"

Song Jiang held his arm out in front of Fu Zhichen.

"CEO Fu, go ahead, feel it. Rock hard, I promise. It's all from my daily workouts."

Fu Zhichen thought either Song Jiang was possessed or it was his honest eyes that made him reach out.

Ha, he could wrap most of that arm with just one hand.

So "strong."

Muscle? Even a chicken drumstick has more meat than that.

But the arm's owner looked at him with full confidence, long lashes fluttering like little fans.

Whatever, since this steward was so clueless, he'd let it go.

Fu Zhichen let go and changed the subject.

"Steward Song, how long do you think they'll be?"

Song Jiang immediately started buttering him up: "CEO Fu, this is about your marriage—definitely not something settled in a few words."

Fu Zhichen looked at Song Jiang expressionlessly, his tone cold: "Steward Song, what made you think I'd be interested in this woman?"

"CEO Fu, Miss Ye is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen—only the best deserves you."

Sorry, Tian Tian, but to get his six million sooner, he had to say that.

Fu Zhichen looked at him like he was an idiot. "Steward Song, is your definition of beauty flawed? Long hair plus a white dress." He paused, "Doesn't she look like a ghost?"

"..."

Song Jiang was completely speechless for a second.

Damn it, again with the unexpected script.

A white dress is supposed to look ethereal and elegant.

What kind of crazy logic is this CEO even on?

Song Jiang slapped his forehead a few times.

Forcing himself to explain: "I've heard people say long hair and a white dress are the ideal of first love, the pure moonlight, what every guy dreams of. How could that look like a ghost?"

"CEO Fu, it must be your imagination. Maybe you're not into Miss Ye yet because you don't know her better?"

Song Jiang continued: "Even though it's my first time meeting Miss Ye, she gets along great with your grandma—that says a lot about her personality."

"She even brought gifts for you and Old Madam Fu."

Fu Zhichen crossed his arms, amused: "Steward Song, you should switch careers and become a matchmaker."

Song Jiang: ???

Wait, what did he do? He racked his brain and came up with that whole speech—worked harder on it than his thesis.

And the CEO was so petty he wanted to make him a matchmaker? Fire him?

Damn it, no good deed goes unpunished.

Song Jiang glared at Fu Zhichen, then got mad for all of two seconds.

"CEO Fu, I was wrong."

...

Mom said admitting your mistakes and fixing them makes you a good kid.

Please forgive the poor kid. He just wants to go home.

Fu Zhichen raised an eyebrow, surprised Song Jiang caved so fast.

"Steward Song, are you really that scared of me?"

Yeah, scared to death. You're the one signing my checks. What employee isn't afraid?

Song Jiang fumbled with his hands: "CEO Fu, I just don't want to get fired."

"I've got an eighty-year-old grandma at home and five-year-old siblings. They all rely on me. If I lose this job, I really..."

Can't go home, boohoo.

It's totally an act.

Song Jiang was about to put on a classic sob story performance.

Fu Zhichen stared at Song Jiang, let out a sexy chuckle unexpectedly, then commented seriously.

"Steward Song, your acting is terrible."

He hadn't originally intended to delve deeper, just played along with Song Jiang.

He didn't expect this little steward would be so scared.

His little steward, trying to flatter him, spouted nonsense with a straight face, was actually quite amusing.

As soon as work or money was mentioned, he'd definitely get all riled up, just like that dumb Corgi.

When you pet that dumb dog, it bristles; you can't even touch it.

If he were to deduct all his salary, he wondered how this little steward would react.

Really amusing.

Just then, Madam Wang came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of fruit. Seeing them together, it was as if she had witnessed something extraordinary.

She covered her mouth, letting out an involuntary exclamation, and even had tears glistening in her eyes.

Song Jiang: ???

Madam Wang quickly walked over to them.

"Steward Song, it's been a long time since I saw the young master smile so happily."

Madam Wang held Song Jiang's hand, almost pleading, "Could you spend more time with the young master in the future?"

"The young master has been alone all these years ever since Xiao Hei left. He's really had a hard time."

Song Jiang was baffled. What was Madam Wang up to?

Xiao Hei? What the heck is that?

He couldn't help thinking to himself, alone... Song Jiang silently turned around and looked up to scan the entire villa.

Wait... this... a hard life???

The big boss is struggling???

Song Jiang declared that this was the funniest joke he had ever heard in his life.

"Madam Wang." Fu Zhichen called out flatly.

Madam Wang realized she had gotten carried away and wiped her tears. "Sorry, I was just too excited. Young master, have some fruit."

Fu Zhichen didn't move, so Madam Wang placed the fruit plate in front of Song Jiang instead. "Steward Song, you have some too."

Look at these mouthwatering fruits, look at this exquisite presentation. Song Jiang actually felt a bit hungry.

He had eaten the staff meal at the office at 6:30, so it had only been a few hours.

Don't ask. If you have to ask, it's because matching wits with the big boss was too mentally exhausting.

He had no idea when he could get home. Song Jiang decided he wouldn't deny himself and took the plate without holding back.

"Thank you, Madam Wang."

Song Jiang ate a few pieces and gave his honest verdict.

It's really sweet.

It's in a whole different league from the fruit he bought from a roadside truck.

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(Can you spoil me one more time?!!!)

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