Chapter 8: President Fu Doesn’t Like Women Because of Me!

Chapter 8: President Fu Doesn’t Like Women Because of Me!

"Steward Song, you’re not being polite at all. If you finish it all, what am I supposed to eat?"

Song Jiang’s cheeks were stuffed. Only when he heard Fu Zhichen speak did he realize the fruit plate was down to the last piece.

Earlier, Wang Ma offered it, but Fu Zhichen wouldn’t eat. Now, he was about to finish it all up.

Song Jiang chewed reluctantly and held out the last piece to Fu Zhichen’s mouth.

Fu Zhichen didn’t really like fruit—either too sweet or too sour.

And his young steward was so easily satisfied by a few pieces of fruit, as if he were eating a gourmet meal.

Were a few lousy pieces of fruit really that good?

Frowning with doubt, Fu Zhichen bit into the melon from Song Jiang’s hand.

Tsk. Just as he thought—cloyingly sweet.

"Terrible. Toss it."

Seriously? What the heck?

Just one tiny bite? A grown man being so picky.

Song Jiang stood behind Fu Zhichen, pretending to punch the back of his head a few times.

And he wants to throw it away, huh.

Rich jerks, they don’t know how hard the old melon picker works.

Sticking to the idea that wasting is shameful and being thrifty is a traditional Chinese virtue,

Song Jiang popped the melon chunk into his mouth on his way to put away the fruit plate.

Hmph, so sweet and still he says it’s terrible. The big shot’s taste buds must be broken.

When Song Jiang returned, Old Madam Fu and Ye Qingqing were hovering around Fu Zhichen.

"It’s late, and it’s not safe to go back now. Stay here tonight." Old Madam Fu held Ye Qingqing’s hand with one hand and Fu Zhichen’s with the other,

her eyes darting between the two of them.

Song Jiang felt that at this moment, Old Madam Fu must be thinking: My grandson and Ye Qingqing are such a perfect match, like a golden boy and jade maiden—a perfect match!

But he didn’t know what Old Madam Fu had said to Fu Zhichen. Earlier, Fu Zhichen had been joking with him, but now his face was dark and incredibly grim.

He didn’t even object when Old Madam Fu suggested Ye Qingqing stay the night.

Okay, okay, this definitely means he’s interested in Ye Qingqing.

"What are you standing there gawking at?" Fu Zhichen pulled his hand back and ordered, "Come here and push me to my room."

Song Jiang glanced to the side. Hmm, was the big shot talking to him?

Just as Song Jiang was confused, Old Madam Fu smiled warmly at him. "Steward Song, it’s so late, you should get off work. Qingqing can handle this little thing."

Ye Qingqing’s face turned even redder. "Mm-hmm, Brother Zhichen, let’s head upstairs together. Which room am I staying in tonight?"

Alright, alright, Old Madam Fu has spoken.

Later, then!

Song Jiang was about to gladly agree.

Fu Zhichen cut in casually, "Steward Song, you know who pays your salary, right?"

...

Even though Song Jiang really wanted Ye Qingqing to take the tycoon upstairs—what a perfect chance for a man and woman to be alone in a room.

If things got hot and something steamy happened, that’d be even better.

But the tycoon threatened to cut his pay, which immediately hit his most vulnerable point.

Song Jiang didn’t dare to slack off; he put on a fake smile and said fawningly, "Coming, President Fu."

Ignoring Old Madam Fu and Ye Qingqing’s surprised expressions, Song Jiang pushed Fu Zhichen into the elevator on his own.

"President Fu, which floor is your room, and which room?"

"Third floor, the farthest one."

On the way to Fu Zhichen’s room, Song Jiang suddenly remembered something.

Wait, Ye Qingqing is staying here and not leaving, so what about him?

Can he leave work today?

He may be in his twenties, but his body feels like it’s falling apart.

If he pulls an all-nighter, he’ll drop dead from exhaustion. For his own sake,

instead of asking the tycoon, he’d better assume he can leave. He decided to slip out after taking the tycoon to his room.

When they reached the room Fu Zhichen mentioned, Song Jiang opened the door and pushed him inside.

Song Jiang stared at the bedroom—bigger than his entire rental—and fell deep into thought.

Seriously, is it okay for the gap between people to be this huge?

Having such a huge room to sleep in, all empty like that—wouldn’t it freak you out?

Song Jiang smiled and gave Fu Zhichen a little wave. "Good night, President Fu. Sweet dreams!"

Before Fu Zhichen could reply, voices came from the hallway.

"Qingqing, I know it’s not much, but you’ll stay in this room. It’s right next to Zhichen’s. Since his leg isn’t doing well, if he needs to get up at night, you can..."

The voices got closer. Song Jiang was about to head out.

"Bang."

The door shut.

Song Jiang’s eyes widened: ???

Fu Zhichen crossed his arms, his face stern. "Steward Song, are you deaf? Miss Ye is staying next door, arranged by my grandmother."

So what does that have to do with him?

La la la, not listening to the boss's nagging.

"Alright, Mr. Fu, I won't disturb your rest. I'll be going now."

Fu Zhichen shot him a cold glare. "Butler Song, did eating a piece of fruit rot your brain? This woman is still in my house. Who said you could leave?"

Song Jiang tried to reason. "Mr. Fu, but isn't Miss Ye staying here tonight? Then I...?"

"Knock, knock, knock."

Song Jiang was about to ask where he'd sleep when there was a knock at the door.

"Zhichen, are you asleep?"

Song Jiang was about to respond, but was immediately met with Fu Zhichen's icy glare.

OK, he'd shut up.

"Zhichen, I'm in the room next to yours. You can call me anytime you need anything at night. I'm a light sleeper."

"Zhichen, would it be inconvenient for you to shower alone? Want me to come in and help you? Don't worry, I promise I won't peek or touch you."

Song Jiang thought to himself: Damn, didn't know Ye Qingqing had such guts. She's already got her eyes on the CEO's body.

"Zhichen..."

Fu Zhichen's temple twitched a couple of times, and he snapped, "Miss Ye, if you want to see the Ye Group go bankrupt tomorrow, go ahead and keep calling."

Holy cow.

In three seconds, there was dead silence outside the door.

Guess in this day and age, whoever has the money calls the shots.

"Mr. Fu, Miss Ye really cares about you. She thinks of everything for you. She'll surely be a good wife and mother someday."

Come on, Ye Qingqing, pay up!

Fu Zhichen raised an eyebrow at him. "Butler Song, do you know her well?"

"Or have you taken a liking to her?"

"You keep speaking up for her. What benefit did she give you?"

Was the CEO's mouth greased? He's so talkative.

Song Jiang smiled an awkward but polite smile.

"Mr. Fu, Miss Ye likes you. You two belong in the same world. I wouldn't dare to hope."

Fu Zhichen said, "Butler Song, you sound really jealous. If you really have feelings for her, I can put in a good word for you with the Ye family."

Heh, what a great guy the CEO is.

Song Jiang waved his hand and denied it outright.

"Mr. Fu, I don't like women like Miss Ye."

Fu Zhichen obviously didn't believe him.

"Is that so? Then why did you tell me today that she's the first love, the dream girl, the desire of many men's hearts?"

"Why don't you like her now?"

Damn it, whether I like her isn't the point.

What mattered was whether the CEO liked her.

"Mr. Fu, my way of thinking has been a little different from other guys since I was a kid. I don't go for the 'dream girl' type."

Fu Zhichen stroked his chin, even sitting in a wheelchair, yet his words were intimidating.

"So if you don't like her, you think I'd find her attractive?"

Fine, fine, logic master Fu is here.

Song Jiang closed his eyes, speechless, and just yelled.

"Mr. Fu, I don't like women!"

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