Chapter 22: Do You Think I’m That Weak?

Chapter 22: Do You Think I'm That Weak?

After he finished speaking, Chu Yan was quickly kicked out by Fu Zhichen.

Fu Zhichen only gave two comments on the dishes he made.

"Well done."

"Don't make them again."

"..."

Song Jiang really wanted to slap Fu Zhichen across the mouth.

Eat it if you want, if not, screw off.

What a spoiled brat.

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Fu Zhichen stayed busy in his room until eight in the evening.

No wonder he's rich, working like that with a fever.

Song Jiang figured he had worked hard all day and deserved to clock out.

It was really tiring. The CEO was being a real piece of work.

He couldn't sit for more than a few minutes without being called to do one thing or another, with the excuse that Aunt Wang wasn't around.

Was Aunt Wang's job really this annoying?

How much does she get paid to put up with this?

No, when Aunt Wang came back, he had to ask her properly.

He wasn't the CEO's dog, always at his beck and call.

Just thinking about it got Song Jiang all fired up.

He had to make his voice heard! He was clocking out right now, no excuses!

He stomped to Fu Zhichen's study and knocked without a second thought.

"Come in." Fu Zhichen's low voice called out.

Song Jiang took a deep breath and walked in. "President Fu, time for your meds."

Hurry up and take it—maybe it'll cure your CEO syndrome.

"Just set it there." Fu Zhichen said without looking up, seemingly indifferent to Song Jiang's words.

Seeing this, Song Jiang quickly said, "President Fu, the medicine should be taken while it's warm. The effect won't work as well if the water gets cold."

With that, he placed the medicine by Fu Zhichen's hand.

Whatever, he just made that up.

First, get the CEO to take his medicine, then his task for the day would be complete.

Fu Zhichen suddenly looked up at him. "Mr. Song, did the family doctor say that?"

Song Jiang's heart skipped a beat. Of course not, but he couldn't admit it.

He quickly came up with a lie. "Yes, President Fu. Maybe you didn't catch that. I specifically asked the family doctor for cold care tips. It's normal you didn't hear it."

Fu Zhichen paused for a moment, and just as expected, he didn't push it.

Song Jiang cheered inwardly. Hell yeah, his BS game was getting stronger!

He watched as Fu Zhichen expressionlessly downed the medicine in one gulp.

He breathed a sigh of relief. On one hand, it was his job to take care of the feverish CEO.

On the other hand... he was dying of boredom in this villa.

At the company, he could still chat with Mei Moyu and Xu Can, but at the CEO's house, there was no fun at all.

The servants in the CEO's house were just as cold and dull as the CEO himself.

So he wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible.

Fu Zhichen caught Song Jiang's hesitant look.

"Mr. Song, just say what you're thinking."

"President Fu, you should rest early after taking your medicine."

"Mr. Song, do you think I'm that weak?"

Song Jiang had no idea if he was weak, but that guy was definitely a beast in the sack.

"President Fu, you still seem ill from the cold, and rest is always best for a patient. Overexerting yourself will only make it worse."

"Mr. Song, it's only eight in the evening. Are you seriously telling me to go to bed now?"

"Yes, President Fu."

Fu Zhichen fixed his eyes on him, and in no time, he saw through Song Jiang's thoughts.

"Mr. Song, if you want to leave work in the future, just tell me straight. No need to beat around the bush."

"You came in as soon as the clock hit eight, and now you're in a hurry to leave. Do you have a problem with me?"

He had a ton of problems, but who in their right mind says that to their boss?

Song Jiang quickly shook his head.

"Or do you think I'm some sort of monster?"

That's exactly what he was thinking.

You're the monster from those novels—a real menace!

"President Fu, please don't think that. How could you be a monster? You've always been the boss I respect most."

"Mr. Song, the family doctor is off tonight and Aunt Wang is gone. I need company."

"President Fu, but you know, I clock out at eight..."

Fu Zhichen said in a slightly regretful tone, "Steward Song, are you sure you don't want to work overtime? This is a rare opportunity, and I was even planning to give you some overtime pay."

Wow, the feverish CEO is actually pretty nice!

Song Jiang put on a fawning expression and smiled, "Mr. Fu, I get off work at eight, but I'm free at nine, ten, eleven, twelve, and all through the night—I can work overtime at any of those times."

"What I mean is, does the entire night count as overtime?"

Fu Zhichen said coolly, "Of course."

Little money-grabber.

He had almost finished his work, and it was the first time someone had cared about him like this.

Fu Zhichen decided to play along with what his little steward said.

After returning to the room, Fu Zhichen found Song Jiang a set of pajamas.

"Go shower."

When Song Jiang came back from showering and drying his hair, Fu Zhichen had already changed into his pajamas and was half-reclining on the bed.

Fu Zhichen propped his chin on his hand and looked at him. "Steward Song, this is an outfit from my first year of high school."

Song Jiang's collar was half-exposed, with some red marks he had left on it. He hadn't been very clear-headed that night, so he hadn't noticed what Song Jiang looked like beneath him.

Unexpected... tsk.

Song Jiang could read between the lines in Fu Zhichen's words.

Hmph, isn't he just saying I have no figure?

Fine, you're buff, you're so great, huh.

The CEO's pajamas were really comfortable.

Logically, clothes from the CEO's first year of high school should have been unworn for years, right?

But then why... was the CEO's faint scent of cool sandalwood still so potent?

It was driving him crazy.

"Steward Song, where do you think you're going?"

Song Jiang's face couldn't cool down; he couldn't stay in the same space as the CEO any longer, or he'd be engulfed by his scent and suffocate!

His long eyelashes fluttered rapidly as he said matter-of-factly, "Mr. Fu, I'll find an empty room to sleep in."

"Steward Song, those rooms haven't been lived in for a long time and haven't been cleaned. I suggest you stay out of them."

The CEO's suggestion was good, but he didn't want to listen.

"Mr. Fu, I don't mind. I'm flexible about where I sleep."

"Steward Song, don't you want that overtime pay anymore?"

"..."

Song Jiang caught the displeasure in Fu Zhichen's eyes.

So what was the CEO making him do now?

Song Jiang steadied himself and cautiously asked, "Mr. Fu, then what are you getting at?"

Fu Zhichen didn't immediately answer Song Jiang's question. Instead, he continued to gaze at him with that languid, penetrating gaze.

Song Jiang felt uncomfortable under his gaze and became more uneasy.

What was the CEO up to now?

After a moment, Fu Zhichen said unhurriedly, "My cold hasn't gotten better yet."

Song Jiang took a wild guess and went along with it.

"Mr. Fu, then should I stay in your room tonight?"

Fu Zhichen nodded.

Damn it, he knew the CEO wouldn't miss any chance to exploit him.

Song Jiang had originally been lying on the sofa in the room, but couldn't handle Fu Zhichen's constant demands.

First, he asked for water—it was always either too cold or too hot, and it had to be just right before the CEO would reluctantly take a sip.

Then, he said there was some unfinished work and asked him to bring his laptop.

Next, he said his mouth had no taste and wanted fruit, yada yada... a whole list of things.

Seriously, Song Jiang was running around in circles, dizzy and disoriented.

He wanted to curse the CEO out, but felt guilty because he was sick, and his conscience told him he couldn't bully a patient.

In the end, his mind boiled it down to one sentence: The CEO was such a demanding little imp.

Seeing Song Jiang's eyes drooping from fatigue, Fu Zhichen's eyes glimmered.

He had something he needed to check.

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