Chapter 16: Are You Going Back on Your Word?

Chapter 16: Are You Going to Break Your Word?

Whoa!

Fu Zhichen's suit looked like it had been through a war. His jacket was gone, his shirt buttons were almost all undone, leaving his chest largely exposed.

There were a few scratch marks on his muscular neck.

Ye Qingqing's face was flushed, and she was mumbling something, she seemed out of it. After Fu Zhichen pushed her off, her dress was barely hanging on.

What had happened in the room was obvious.

No wonder the CEO took so long in there...

Song Jiang covered his eyes with both hands.

"I'm sorry, CEO Fu!"

"Sorry to interrupt! I'll leave right away!"

"Leave? Get back here!"

Song Jiang had to stop in his tracks, but he still kept his hands over his face, only spreading his fingers slightly to reveal a pair of almond-shaped eyes.

"What's wrong, CEO Fu?"

After asking, Song Jiang noticed that Fu Zhichen's chest was heaving rapidly, his breathing was ragged.

His deep, sharp eyes were slightly red, staring straight at him, predatory.

Song Jiang realized he was being an idiot.

"CEO Fu, I'll take care of it immediately!"

Fu Zhichen said hoarsely, "You deaf or something?!"

"Song Jiang, get over here!"

Song Jiang inched toward the bed, trembling.

"CEO Fu, I'm right here."

"Don't worry, I won't say a word about what happened today. I've got a tight lip." Song Jiang blinked and zipped his lips.

His heart was bursting with excitement!

Six million!

Six million!

Six million!

Important stuff needs repeating three times!

Once the CEO and Ye Qingqing have sealed the deal, won't their getting together be just around the corner?

The answer was definitely not!

But then Fu Zhichen's next words doused him with cold water.

"Get this woman out of here!"

"..."

Song Jiang was stunned: "What? Why?"

"Are you blind? Can't you see she's been drugged?"

Heaven was on his side!

This kind of opportunity didn't come every day. Why throw Ye Qingqing out?

CEO, you're in so much pain you're sweating bullets. Why torture yourself?

After all, you're rich, and Ye Qingqing likes you. She won't blame you once she comes to her senses.

Song Jiang thought of a hundred ways to persuade Fu Zhichen.

But what he actually said was, "But CEO Fu, you look really..."

"Go!"

Fu Zhichen's voice was weak and exhausted, showing that whoever had drugged him had used a heavy dose.

Song Jiang didn't dare argue.

Chu Yan's room was huge—Song Jiang guessed it occupied half of that floor, with several doors still unopened.

It wouldn't do to just dump Ye Qingqing outside in her condition.

Song Jiang used the blanket from the bed to wrap Ye Qingqing up, planning to haul her into one of the rooms.

"Brother Zhichen, is that you?"

"Zhichen, I feel awful..."

Poor thing, stop calling. Even if she screamed herself hoarse, he wasn't her Brother Zhichen.

Ye Qingqing's hand reached out at some point, sliding down Song Jiang's back to his waist.

Song Jiang shuddered, almost dropped her.

"Sob, sob, Brother Zhichen, your skin feels amazing."

"I love it..."

Song Jiang rushed without hesitation, shoved open a door and dumped her in.

As for what would happen to Ye Qingqing in there, that was none of his business.

After getting rid of that hot potato, Song Jiang let out a breath, patted his chest, and thought, "Thank goodness, my innocence is still safe."

Now that Ye Qingqing was taken care of,

what about the drugged CEO?

Song Jiang recalled all those CEO novels he'd read.

Another loud crash came from Fu Zhichen's bedroom.

Song Jiang rushed back.

The decorative lamp on the nightstand lay shattered on the floor.

So what did that poor lamp ever do wrong?

"Mr. Fu, I heard a cold bath might help..."

Before Song Jiang could finish, as he reached the bed, someone suddenly yanked his wrist hard.

The force was fierce, and Song Jiang had no time to react. He spun dizzily, lost control, and fell hard onto the bed.

The bed went "bang!"

Song Jiang's eyes widened, and Fu Zhichen's ridiculously handsome face grew larger and larger in his vision.

They were almost nose to nose.

Holy crap.

Fu Zhichen looked down at him, his eyes glazed with a film of moisture, the barely hidden desire bursting out like a dam breaking.

Alarm bells went off in Song Jiang's head; he felt intense danger radiating from Fu Zhichen.

Almost instinctively, Song Jiang wanted to break free, twisting his body desperately.

When he moved, the grip on his wrist tightened even more.

"Ow..."

Song Jiang couldn't help moaning softly.

He had no idea that the sound changed entirely once it reached Fu Zhichen's ears.

Fu Zhichen's eyes were hawk-like, fixed on him like prey.

Song Jiang dared not meet Fu Zhichen's eyes anymore. He swallowed hard, his voice trembling. "Mr. Fu, what are you doing..."

Fu Zhichen's breathing became heavier at this moment, his exhaled breath like hot air, spilling onto his face.

Song Jiang's face had already flushed completely red from their intimate contact.

"I'm really uncomfortable, can't you tell?" Fu Zhichen said with an irresistible authority.

Ah!!! Of course he knew!

The skin where Fu Zhichen touched him radiated an incredible heat, as if it could burn him.

Even his own body felt like it was catching fire.

"In the elevator, didn't you say I could punish you however I wanted?"

How does this CEO still have his wits... bah, at least he still has his wits.

"Mr. Fu, I did say that... but..."

Fu Zhichen smiled wickedly. "Now I want you to tie me up."

"Are you going back on your word?"

Like hell I'm tying you up!

Song Jiang, terrified of what Fu Zhichen might do, tensed up involuntarily.

Ah!!! Somebody save him!!!

Song Jiang steeled himself and pinched his thigh. He felt he absolutely had to reason with the CEO.

"Mr. Fu, I'm not going back on my word. I said you could punish me, but now you're asking me to tie you up."

"These are two different things. Punishing and tying aren't the same concept, you know that, right Mr. Fu?"

"I can go next door and bring Ye Qingqing here..."

Fu Zhichen's mind grew hazier by the second.

All he could feel was how fair and soft the skin of the person under him was, flushed pink, looking stunning against the dark blue sheets.

His round almond eyes looked so innocent and pure, long lashes fluttering, seeming to tickle Fu Zhichen's heart.

His little mouth kept chattering away, but Fu Zhichen didn't catch a word.

He just found it annoying.

Fu Zhichen couldn't hold back anymore.

He leaned down and kissed him.

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