Chapter 11: Is This Something I Can Say?

Chapter 11: Is That Something You Should Say?

Song Jiang really didn't want to discuss this subject with the big boss.

What's wrong with being frugal?

Who does it hurt?

The big boss could never understand the excitement and thrill a wage earner feels when snagging a discounted item!

Back at the office, Song Jiang stopped by the cafeteria first, dropped off the boss's breakfast, then flopped into his chair.

His hands, legs, and head all ached—he felt completely drained.

Even the steaming hot meat buns he'd just set on the table didn't smell appetizing.

Help, could anyone be so kind as to bring him a "kick-the-bucket pill"?

Nine thirty in the morning.

Mei Moyu finished his report with the boss, then rushed out and knocked on Song Jiang's desk.

"Xiao Song, what happened? The boss seems to be in a pretty good mood today."

Just as Song Jiang was organizing his words to answer,

Mei Moyu covered his mouth in surprise, coming up with his own theory.

"Could it be he found a dollar on his way to work today!?"

Song Jiang couldn't help but laugh.

Is this guy—Slacker Bro—slacking so hard he's lost his mind?

"Slacker Bro, it's just a dollar."

"A boss with that kind of net worth would care about one dollar?"

Song Jiang slammed the desk, indignant. "If a dollar fell on the floor, even a dog wouldn't bother picking it up!"

"Xiao Song, are you serious? I actually dropped a dollar on my way in today. I thought the boss picked it up, and I was bummed for a bit."

Song Jiang changed his tone. "Where did you drop it? In the office?"

Before he finished speaking, Song Jiang was already on his knees, turning on his phone's flashlight and crawling under the desk.

"Hurry up and tell me!"

"That's a whole dollar—enough for a meat bun, two lollipops, two steamed buns, two packs of spicy snacks, or four pieces of bubble gum!"

"Why aren't you even worried! If you don't want it, I sure do!"

"Xiao Song..."

They stared at each other in an awkward silence.

Wait, Song Jiang felt his cheeks sting in embarrassment.

Just then,

"What little secret are you two whispering about?" Xu Can appeared from behind, hooking her arm around Mei Moyu's shoulder, glancing at both of them.

"Not including me? You got a problem with me?"

"Ganging up on me?"

"You two starting a little club?"

"Fine, fine, fine. We're never speaking again!"

"..."

"Xu Jie, you're being dramatic." Song Jiang flopped back onto the desk, his almond-shaped eyes peeking out.

"If I really started a clique, you'd be the first person I'd include, Xu Jie."

Xu Can was a total gossip queen—wherever there was drama, she'd pop up.

Pretty much all the office gossip Mei Moyu and Song Jiang ever heard came from her.

The three of them often hung out and chatted whenever they got the chance.

"Ah, Xiao Song, you're getting more silver-tongued by the day." Xu Can patted Song Jiang's shoulder and laughed. "I like it."

Like a worried old dad, Mei Moyu noticed Song Jiang was acting off.

"Xiao Song, why do you look like you've given up on life?"

With that, Song Jiang felt extremely wronged.

"Boo hoo hoo, my back hurts, my legs ache. Do you have any idea what I went through yesterday?"

Mei Moyu and Xu Can said in unison, "What?"

"I suffered through the boss's cruel torture and relentless exploitation."

They caught the scent of gossip and their eyes lit up. "Go on, spill it."

"..."

"Holy crap! You mean the boss actually acted human for once? After working you to the bone all night, he actually let you go home!?"

Mei Moyu's jaw dropped open.

Xu Can's attention was on something else entirely.

She rubbed her chin and speculated, "So from what you're saying... the boss is in a good mood today?"

Mei Moyu nodded. "When I finished reporting, not only did he not criticize me, he didn't even yell at me. He even had a faint smile on his face. If that isn't a good mood, what is?"

Xu Can thought of something. "Could it be because of that Little White Flower, the girl at the boss's place!?"

Song Jiang thought for a moment. "Can't be. When the boss left this morning, he harshly turned her away, told her to get out and that he never wanted to see her again, stuff like that."

Xu Can shook her head knowingly. "Xiao Song, you're too young. You don't get it."

"This is a game some people play, you know? It's called playing hard to get."

"If that's the case..." Song Jiang slammed the desk. "Then the boss is a total closet perv!"

Xu Can agreed, "That's right, Xiao Song, you're on the right track."

Mei Moyu asked curiously, "I haven't met the Little White Flower yet. Is that Ye Qingqing from Xiao Song's story a real Little White Flower or a fake one?"

Song Jiang didn't hesitate: "I think she's fake, sweet-talking Old Madam Fu until she's completely taken in. And come on, a proper unmarried young woman wearing such revealing clothes at the CEO's house, with that overly fake expression—after he snapped at her a couple of times, the tears started flowing."

"Pfft, what's the big deal? One day I'll put on a white dress and be a Little White Flower myself." Xu Can tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, winked at Mei Moyu, and immediately started acting.

Xu Can had big, wavy hair, bright red lipstick, and was wearing a women's suit—her whole look couldn't be further from that of a Little White Flower.

When she made that move, it was honestly a bit cringey.

Song Jiang didn't notice their antics; he was thinking about how to get his six million.

Troubled, he wondered whose side to take.

"Do you think Tian Tian or Ye Qingqing has a better chance of becoming the CEO's wife?"

Xu Can said seriously, "Based on my years of observing the CEO, it's hard to say. His personality is unpredictable."

Xu Can nudged Song Jiang and winked. "But Xiao Song, you're even more impressive than Tian Tian or Ye Qingqing—you actually shared a room with the CEO, which is basically like spending the night with him."

Xu Can really knows how to approximate—she'd be a math whiz.

"So, did you discover anything unusual about the CEO?"

After Xu Can said that, Song Jiang actually remembered something.

He had eaten too much fruit, then had to pee in the middle of the night. Half-asleep, he got up to go to the bathroom.

The room was dark and shadowy without the lights on.

A few slivers of moonlight filtered through the curtains, and he saw the CEO lying on his side in bed.

Well, it's normal for guys to sleep on their sides.

But, you guys, you have no idea!

Setting aside the CEO's sour face for the moment.

"..."

Song Jiang felt like roaring.

There are so many people in the world with abs—would it kill him to have them too?

Xu Can looked at Song Jiang and felt something was off. "Xiao Song, what are you thinking about that makes your face so red? Spill it now!"

Mei Moyu was completely out of the loop.

He tapped away on his phone, scrolling through pictures of internet Little White Flowers, murmuring, "So this is what a Little White Flower looks like? They're actually this pretty."

"..."

Just as Song Jiang was stammering an explanation, a faint voice suddenly came from behind.

"If I heard correctly... are you guys talking bad about Fu Zhichen?"

The three of them weren't working and felt a little guilty. They all jumped up, turned around in unison, and saw—

Chu Yan, in a dark red suit with a single earring, was smirking mischievously. "Housekeeper, be careful—I might tattle."

Song Jiang relaxed when he recognized the newcomer.

Chu Yan, Fu Zhichen's childhood friend and the sole heir of the Chu Group.

While Fu Zhichen was serious—if the CEO was a cold, emotionless profit machine—

Chu Yan was a playboy flitting from bar to bar, showing up at all kinds of entertainment spots.

Song Jiang forced a smile. "Master Chu, nice to see you. What brings you here to see the CEO today?"

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