Chapter 18: Do You Know the Consequences of Defying My Orders?

Chapter 18: You Know the Consequences of Defying My Orders

"Fuck your mother!"

In the cramped rented room, the person on the bed didn't open his eyes but managed to grab the alarm clock without missing.

The next second, "Bang!" the alarm clock hit the floor.

Fuck, it was still ringing.

Song Jiang pulled the blanket over his head. Fuck, no one told him that a ten-yuan alarm clock from PDD would be this durable.

Luckily, he had set the alarm five minutes earlier than his actual wake-up time.

Who would understand? The joy of a working stiff! Song Jiang happily slept a five-minute power nap.

"Don't run!"

"Come catch me~"

"Catch me, and I'm yours."

"Hehehe, Grandpa Mao, here I come!"

In his dream, Song Jiang was gleefully grabbing Grandpa Mao bills, but suddenly the alarm by his pillow started ringing.

"Good luck comes, wishing you good luck"

"Good luck brings joy and love"

"Good luck comes, our good luck comes"

"..."

Listen to that familiar tune! Yes, this is his battle anthem!

Hope every working stiff gets good luck every day!

But this damn phone is so inconsiderate. Fuck, at least let him grab a few bills before it rings.

Unbelievable.

Song Jiang placed his hand on his forehead and got up very reluctantly.

OK, another day for this grunt worker.

Of course, Song Jiang hadn't forgotten the embarrassing incident last night.

He replayed it in his head; he might have ended up kicking Fu Zhichen in a certain unmentionable area.

Otherwise, the big boss wouldn't have been clutching it for so long. Later, when he was out of it, he didn't know if Fu Zhichen had passed out from the pain.

Now he could only hope the big boss got some kind of amnesia or something, to forget what happened.

When Song Jiang went to work at the villa to find Fu Zhichen, Wang Ma told him the big boss was sick.

Sick...

Sick is good! No energy to mess with me—perfect!

Song Jiang knocked and entered Fu Zhichen's room.

Fu Zhichen was propped up in bed, having a video conference.

So busy this early in the morning.

Working so hard to earn so much money, but never giving him a raise or anything.

Song Jiang stood aside, eyes looking at the floor, occasionally stealing glances at Fu Zhichen.

Thinking to himself, can an aphrodisiac make someone lose their memory?

If the big boss hadn't lost his memory, how would he punish him?

But last night, he was the one who lost more—his first kiss was gone… and he didn't know if it was the big boss's first kiss too—he kissed so forcefully, definitely not his first time.

When Fu Zhichen finished his work and looked at Song Jiang, the first thing he noticed was the man standing there demurely.

Just like the scene when that stupid dog bit his slippers and looked sorry.

The young steward had his lips slightly pouted, his delicate brows slightly furrowed, standing several meters away from him, as if he were some kind of ferocious monster that would eat him.

"Steward Song, I'm sick."

Fu Zhichen's voice indeed sounded weaker than usual.

If you're sick, go see a doctor. Why tell me?

"What do you need me to do, Mr. Fu?"

"Pour a glass of water."

"Okay."

"Hand it to me."

"Okay."

This must be the calm before the storm.

Song Jiang handed the glass to Fu Zhichen with utter resignation.

Whether it was intentional or not, when taking the glass, Fu Zhichen's big hand caught his fingertips.

After last night's roughing up, Song Jiang was still traumatized, and this touch almost made him drop the glass.

"Steward Song, you're afraid."

That's not a question; it's a statement.

Song Jiang forced a dry laugh, of course he was scared.

"Mr. Fu, I'm not afraid. It's not night, no ghosts or monsters. Why would I be scared?"

"Speaking of night," Fu Zhichen deliberately paused for a few seconds when mentioning the night, observing Song Jiang's expression.

Good. Even more scared now.

“Last night I was drugged. Chu Yan said you were the first to find me.”

Song Jiang honestly said: “Yes, your clothes were dirty last night. You were changing in Young Master Chu’s room and didn’t come out for a long time. When I went in to check, I found you'd been drugged.”

He wasn’t sure if Fu Zhichen remembered what happened during that time, so he’d just skip it. After all, he wasn’t lying.

Song Jiang continued, skipping the details: “I heard online that you just need to take a cold bath if you've been drugged.”

“Steward Song, are you brain-dead?”

“…”

“No… I mean.” Song Jiang paused for a few seconds. “…If you say so.”

Mhm, you can’t argue at a time like this.

A faint, almost invisible smile tugged at Fu Zhichen’s lips.

“Steward Song, do you know why I got sick?”

Song Jiang unconsciously tugged at his clothes, playing dumb: “Are you in pain or feeling sick somewhere?”

“That’s why I say you’re a pig.”

“You left me soaking in cold water the whole night, Steward Song. Anything you want to say?”

???

Song Jiang was stunned: “The whole night? No way – I texted Young Master Chu before I left.”

“Hmph.” Fu Zhichen retorted, “Does he look like a reliable guy to you?”

So not reliable?

What about childhood best friends???

…

Fu Zhichen had already been kicked by him a few times, and now he caught a cold because of Song Jiang's carelessness.

Oh no, adding insult to injury!

“Steward Song, why don’t you dare to look up?”

Oh, because he was nervous.

And also because his lips were a little swollen.

The CEO was truly a beast; when he kissed, it was like he wanted to eat him alive, using nothing but brute strength.

Wahhh, I don’t wanna live anymore…

Song Jiang hung his head lower: “CEO Fu, it’s all my fault you caught a cold.”

“I will definitely take good care of you.”

“Fine.” Fu Zhichen drawled, “You must take good care of me.”

Song Jiang felt something was off, but he only thought the CEO was going to bully him again.

“Come here.”

Song Jiang shuffled forward an inch.

“Closer.”

Song Jiang shuffled forward two tiny steps.

“I’m a little sore here – come take a look.”

Pain…?

In a flash, just as Song Jiang was about to back away, Fu Zhichen gave him no chance and yanked his wrist.

“Steward Song, what are you dodging for?”

“Didn’t you just promise to take good care of me?”

If Song Jiang had looked up, he would have seen a sly glint in Fu Zhichen’s narrowed eyes.

Surely the CEO couldn’t have twisted his words?

Did he learn Chinese from a PE teacher?

So annoying.

Song Jiang was about to flip out.

“CEO Fu, I’m no expert. If you’re hurt, go see a doctor.”

Besides, it’s not like I could do anything.

Even if I looked, I wouldn’t spot anything.

Even if something was really wrong, looking wouldn’t fix it.

So please, just let me go.

I really don’t want to…

Fu Zhichen’s intimidating presence grew stronger: “Steward Song, are you really daring to disobey me now?”

Song Jiang wanted to escape: “CEO Fu, I didn’t… Let me go see if the family doctor is still here.”

But he couldn’t escape.

Fu Zhichen suddenly tightened his grip and yanked Song Jiang toward him.

Song Jiang stumbled for a second and then landed sitting on Fu Zhichen’s bed.

Fu Zhichen looked a bit impatient.

“Steward Song, you’ve been getting way too bold lately.”

“You know what happens when you defy me.”

“…”

“Here we go again!”

He keeps threatening me like this!

I really want to slap him!

Song Jiang was fuming. If looks could kill, the boss would have been dead a thousand times over!

He was angry, but that was all there was to it.

Song Jiang decided to express his dissatisfaction with silence.

"Steward Song, what's that expression?"

Song Jiang pressed his lips tightly.

Fu Zhichen's voice carried a hint of teasing.

"I just wanted you to help me check if my lower lip is cut."

Song Jiang was taken aback.

"Steward Song, what were you thinking?"

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