Chapter 19: Did I Say I Was Looking for a Girlfriend?

Chapter 19: Did I Say I Was Looking for a Girlfriend?

After hearing Fu Zhichen's words, Song Jiang's face turned very awkward.

So he had misunderstood the boss's meaning.

Song Jiang nonchalantly raised his head, breaking into a sheepish grin to cover his embarrassment.

Only then did he notice that Fu Zhichen's lower lip was indeed cut.

The wound was tiny, as if punctured by something sharp.

Song Jiang squinted slightly, leaning in and raising Fu Zhichen's chin with his index finger to get a better look.

Surprisingly, Fu Zhichen didn't find it repulsive—those slender fingers were like a kitten tickling him.

"Oh man, Mr. Fu, this wound looks pretty serious."

"Doesn't it hurt a lot? Why didn't the doctor give you some ointment to put on it?"

"That family doctor! He doesn't know a thing. Don't worry, Mr. Fu, I'll give him a piece of my mind!"

Fu Zhichen watched Song Jiang's animated little face and couldn't help but gulp, asking knowingly.

"Steward Song, do you know how I got this wound?"

Song Jiang's smile froze.

How?

Memories from last night flooded back.

It was from when he bit the boss last night while trying to break free...

These damn teeth!

"Mr. Fu, you must have accidentally bumped into something last night."

"Steward Song, is that really the case?"

Song Jiang pretended to be deep in thought.

Actually, he was racking his brains to come up with a story that Fu Zhichen would believe.

After a few seconds of mental processing, Song Jiang blurted out, "Yes, when I was carrying you into the bathroom, you were burning up and kept insisting on taking off your clothes, thrashing about. I guess you hit the corner of the wall or something then."

Fu Zhichen's deep eyes stared unblinkingly at Song Jiang, as if trying to draw him in.

Song Jiang was already nervous about lying, and now with the boss staring at him like that, he felt even more panicked.

Instinctively, he grabbed whatever was at hand, but insisted, "It's fine, Mr. Fu, it hasn't affected your perfect face."

"You're still as dashing, suave, and elegant as ever—your face is like polished jade."

Song Jiang used every idiom he could remember to praise someone's handsomeness, rattling them off without stopping.

"I guarantee that when you go out, you'll still be the heartthrob that everyone adores, flowers bloom, and people will go crazy over you!"

After finishing, Song Jiang took two deep breaths. Phew, that was exhausting.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of Fu Zhichen's lips. "Steward Song, a wound is a wound. No need to say nice things to fool me."

Song Jiang continued, "Mr. Fu, I'm really not lying to you. That's how I see you in my heart."

"I've never seen anyone more perfect than you."

Song Jiang sure knew how to sweet-talk people into cheer.

Just when Song Jiang thought this was over, Fu Zhichen spoke.

"Steward Song, are you taking me for a fool?"

???

How would I dare?

"You didn't think that just because you kept your mouth shut, I wouldn't remember what happened last night?"

"..."

"Steward Song, you bit it."

"..."

Mr. Fu, why didn't you say so earlier?

He had to wait until I had made up all those lies before calling me out.

This was clearly to watch me make a fool of myself.

That treacherous capitalist!

Caught red-handed, Song Jiang was drenched in cold sweat. He swallowed hard.

Putting on a brave front, he said, "Mr. Fu, don't joke around. How could I dare..."

"Steward Song, you don't dare?"

"Isn't this bite from when I kissed you last night?"

"Do you need me to help you refresh your memory now?" Fu Zhichen said, pulling Song Jiang's wrist forward.

The distance between them wasn't far to begin with, and with Fu Zhichen's move, Song Jiang's forehead bumped hard against Fu Zhichen's.

"Ow!"

The boss's head was made of iron, but mine wasn't.

This was going to kill me with pain.

Even if the bump hurt, what if it knocked all the wisdom out of my brain... Would the boss pay me compensation?

Almost instinctively, Song Jiang's hand went to his forehead.

His features scrunched up in agony.

"Hmm? Do you need a reminder?"

Perhaps because of his cold, Fu Zhichen's voice sounded especially deep, and the hand gripping his wrist was alarmingly hot.

The close distance frightened Song Jiang so much that he dared not move, trembling with fear and unable to speak clearly.

"CEO Fu... no..."

"No need."

Song Jiang did not dare to meet his eyes and completely lowered his head.

What he didn't know was that from a distance, their posture looked extremely intimate, as if Song Jiang was actively throwing himself into Fu Zhichen's arms.

It was exactly like the silly dog begging for forgiveness after doing something wrong, nuzzling and acting spoiled in his arms.

His heart inexplicably softened, so he would forgive the few kicks the young steward had landed on him last night.

"Since you don't need a reminder, then Steward Song, are you satisfied with the masterpiece you left on my lips?"

Isn't that a complete reversal?

The masterpiece he left?

So the domineering CEO wasn't satisfied with last night's kiss?

His lips are swollen today! Completely swollen!

Is the CEO blind?!

"CEO Fu, you suddenly pounced on me, and I couldn't break free, so in desperation I bit you."

Fu Zhichen said matter-of-factly, "Steward Song, I was under the influence of an aphrodisiac at the time. Isn't it normal to have desires?"

"Steward Song, you're nervous."

Nervous? What a joke, would he be nervous?

If he weren't afraid the CEO would deduct his entire salary for not tying him up last night, would he be nervous?

Song Jiang lied through his teeth, "No, CEO Fu, I'm not nervous."

Fu Zhichen said nothing, just raised his arm, and then Song Jiang's hand was also lifted along with it.

The smooth, neat pajama sleeve was wrinkled by a fair hand.

Great, exposed again.

He needed a piece of tofu to hit himself over the head.

Song Jiang had an expression of someone about to face torture and head to the execution ground.

"Steward Song, why is your face so red?"

Good grief, the CEO actually has the audacity to ask him why he's blushing.

Would the CEO like to try having a big man stand this close and whisper in his ear?

The damn hot breath keeps going into his ear.

I ask you—who wouldn't blush?

Trapped by the CEO, Song Jiang could neither run nor move, like a lamb led to slaughter.

"Or are you just shy?"

Song Jiang shook his head.

"Steward Song, I just kissed you out of desperation. You seem very bothered by it."

"Could it be your first kiss?"

Out of desperation...

Damn, that really hurt.

If he'd known the CEO would say that, he shouldn't have listened to him to carry Ye Qingqing off.

If he hadn't taken her away, maybe they'd already have a kid by now.

Song Jiang was full of regret, a bitter smile on his face. "Of course..."

He thought to himself that the CEO's kiss made him weak all over, so it certainly wasn't the CEO's first kiss, but he couldn't lose face either.

So Song Jiang changed his tune and quickly backtracked: "Of course not."

For some reason, after he said this, he felt the room temperature drop a few degrees, sending a chill down his spine.

Song Jiang collected himself and explained, "After all, it's my first time kissing a guy, CEO Fu. Anyone would be a bit unaccustomed."

He paused for a second, then continued, "CEO Fu, you can rest assured, I will never tell anyone about you kissing me."

Song Jiang looked Fu Zhichen in the eye and swore earnestly, "It will never affect your chances of getting a girlfriend."

The moment the words left his mouth, Fu Zhichen retorted, "Steward Song, did I ever say I was looking for a girlfriend?"

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