Chapter 12: You’re Awesome, You’re the Best, You’re the Number One in This Book!

Chapter 12: You're Awesome, the Awesomest, Number One in This Book!

"There's definitely nothing going on." Chu Yan shrugged nonchalantly, hopping onto Song Jiang's desk. "Of course, I'm here to hang out with your CEO Fu."

"CEO Fu is in his office. You can go straight in and see him."

They weren't far apart. Chu Yan's slender fingers lifted Song Jiang's chin, teasing, "Little steward, you're looking more and more radiant with each passing day."

"This fair, clean little face—I kind of like it."

Fair and clean, my ass!

With dark circles as big as a panda's, is Chu Yan blind?

Song Jiang swatted away Chu Yan's hand, instinctively stepped back a few paces and chuckled, "Thank you for the compliment, Young Master Chu."

Song Jiang was already used to this situation. He had experienced Chu Yan's lack of seriousness on the very first day he met him.

He still remembered that sunny afternoon.

He was downstairs in the company building, watching Chu Yan chatting up a beautiful woman.

Then, when Chu Yan reached his floor, he unexpectedly saw Chu Yan pressing a male intern against the wall in the stairwell.

After that, Song Jiang made inquiries through various channels and finally confirmed that Chu Yan was a wealthy young master who swung both ways.

Chu Yan wasn't annoyed. He teased, "Little steward, I hear several girls have been coming specially to see your CEO Fu lately. Not bad, he's almost as charming as me."

Song Jiang cleverly changed the subject, "Young Master Chu, this is CEO Fu's private matter."

He didn't dare talk about the CEO's business in front of outsiders. If he slipped up, he'd be screwed.

Song Jiang looked around hoping someone would come to rescue him, but Xu Can and Mei Moyu had already vanished.

"Fine, just great. Some friends, huh?"

"Boring. Can't even get a little gossip. Fine, I'll go ask him myself."

With that, Chu Yan strode quickly into Fu Zhichen's office, still wanting more.

Out of hospitality, Song Jiang made two cups of coffee and brought them inside for the two men.

"You can mess with everyone else, but now you dare to mess with my person on my turf?" Fu Zhichen's tone was dangerous.

"What do you mean by that?"

When Song Jiang entered, he happened to overhear that exchange.

Chu Yan was lounging like a boss, legs crossed, sprawled on the sofa, while Fu Zhichen radiated an icy aura, sitting straight at his desk.

When Fu Zhichen worked, he wore his gold-rimmed glasses.

Here, Song Jiang had to defend the CEO: he wasn't putting on airs.

He just had really bad eyesight.

Seeing Song Jiang come in, Chu Yan tilted his head meaningfully, stared at him for a few seconds, and then suddenly realized something and slapped his thigh as if a light bulb went off.

"Oh, your turf, I won't deny that. But what do you mean by 'your person'?"

"Fu Zhichen, explain yourself—who is your person?" Chu Yan clicked his tongue in amazement.

Song Jiang was confused. He placed the coffees beside each of them.

"I heard that Tian Tian and Ye Qingqing are both crazy about you. Never would have guessed, old Fu—you're a lucky man."

"And, and, Ye Qingqing actually went to your house to chase after you, didn't she?"

"I've seen her. She's pretty hot. Didn't you feel anything at all?"

As Chu Yan spoke, Fu Zhichen wore an expression that screamed 'none of my business', looking so detached he might as well have been deaf.

Seeing Fu Zhichen's lack of reaction, Chu Yan pressed, "You weren't interested in any of them?"

"What do you say? Want me to hook you up with some girls out of the goodness of my heart? I mean, I'm the prince of nightclubs—I've got thousands, maybe even tens of thousands, of pretty girls' numbers saved."

Ah!!! Give the CEO some numbers!

He wants them! He needs them! He's gotta have them!

But no matter how much Song Jiang screamed in his head, the CEO stayed in a zen-like state, not saying a word, almost as if he was going to close his eyes and start meditating.

What the hell.

Song Jiang couldn't help but wonder to himself: The CEO is so distant and never gets close to women—could he be, you know, impotent?

At that thought, Song Jiang's whole world came crashing down.

Just as Song Jiang was about to leave,

Chu Yan purposely stopped him. "Little steward, don't leave yet. Come sit with me for a while. Let's chat."

"Young Master Chu, I still..." Before Song Jiang could finish, a death glare suddenly shot in his direction.

Song Jiang instinctively followed the glare.

The CEO, who had been so indifferent moments ago, now had his thin lips pressed into a tight line, displeasure clear in his eyes.

But, Song Jiang thought, it seemed like the CEO's glare was fixed on Chu Yan's hand, which was hooked around Song Jiang's shoulder.

It gave a feeling... yeah...

Like someone had defiled his property.

An illusion. It had to be an illusion.

The CEO probably thought he was in the way. Yes, he'd get out of here right now.

Song Jiang pulled away from Chu Yan. "Young Master Chu, I still have work to finish. I don't have time to chat with you. I'm really sorry."

After saying that, he shot a pleading look at the CEO, begging to be let off.

"Steward Song, the coffee is still too sweet. Go make another one."

Song Jiang took the opportunity to move away from Chu Yan, picked up Fu Zhichen's coffee cup, and headed out.

The coffee's sweet again?

Song Jiang couldn't tell if this was the truth or a lie to help him get away.

All he knew was that seconds before he stepped out and closed the office door, Fu Zhichen was already kicking people out.

"Are you done talking? Why aren't you leaving?"

"That's not fair, I only just got here."

"…"

Sure enough, Chu Yan didn't stay much longer after Song Jiang came out.

It was only after work in the evening that Song Jiang found out what the two men had been talking about in riddles.

At 8 p.m.

Fu Zhichen: "Go get the car."

???

He wants me to drive again? His job doesn't include being a chauffeur.

If he wants me to drive, that's extra.

Song Jiang tentatively asked, "Mr. Fu, does your personal driver also have the runs today?"

"No."

No? Then why does he still want me to drive???

He really wants to squeeze his worker, doesn't he.

No way I'm doing that!

"I fired him."

"I don't keep slackers."

"…"

Damn, feels like he's calling me out.

This ruthless CEO—the driver got fired just for having diarrhea. How pathetic.

But then, if he's going to be the driver…

Ever since Fu Zhichen gave him five times the overtime pay last time, he figured he could still bargain with the CEO over salary.

"Mr. Fu, about the salary…"

Fu Zhichen tugged at his tie, a bit impatient, "What? Afraid I'll shortchange you on your salary?"

"I'm not bankrupt yet; I can still afford a driver's meager salary."

That one line from the CEO was enough.

That means he's now a worker with double the pay.

Woo hoo, so happy!

Song Jiang slipped back into lackey mode.

He pushed Fu Zhichen downstairs to the parking lot.

"Mr. Fu, approximately what time do you need to be there?"

"Just drive however you want."

Hmm? Song Jiang was a bit confused.

"It's a business cocktail party, after all. Wouldn't it be bad to be late?"

Fu Zhichen narrowed his eyes disdainfully, "Steward Song, you need to understand, it's others who are begging to cooperate with me. If I'm a little late, they wouldn't dare not wait for me."

Alright, alright, you're awesome, the best, the number one in this book!

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