Chapter 24: Why Are You in My Bed?

Chapter 24: Why Are You in My Bed

Before Song Jiang could figure out a way to escape, the battle song began to play.

"Good luck's coming, wishing you good luck"

"Good luck brings joy and love"

"Good luck's coming, we have good luck"

"..."

Song Jiang was lifeless; his heart turned to ashes, spirit crushed, utterly hopeless...

Basically, his life was totally over!

He hadn't even made it back to his original world, and now he was about to get killed by the CEO in bed.

After he dies, would anyone come to collect his body?

Why hadn't that System 502, missing for so long, shown up to save him?

Shouldn't a fancy system like 502 show up when it matters most?

Did he have to sincerely chant "save me, save me" eighty-one times, like chanting some spell to summon a god... no, to summon System 502, before it would appear?

Having nothing to lose, Song Jiang decided to give it a shot.

Just as Song Jiang chanted "502, come quick, save me, save me" for the ninety-ninth time, a vibration came from Fu Zhichen's chest.

In this situation... Song Jiang didn't need to look to know that the CEO was awake now.

His gut told him to pretend to be asleep.

So he lowered his head even further. Was there a hole in the ground? He wanted to disappear; he couldn't stay there a second longer.

Fu Zhichen's chin was resting right on top of Song Jiang's head.

As Song Jiang lowered his head, his soft short hair almost all brushed against Fu Zhichen's neck.

It felt extremely ticklish.

Just like that stupid dog that deliberately rubbed up against him.

Fu Zhichen's magnetic voice came from above him.

"Steward Song, are you comfortable in my arms?"

No, it's way too hot.

"Don't play dumb, I know you're awake."

Oh yeah? I'll keep pretending.

"You need to explain yourself."

I can't.

"Why are you in my bed?"

He wished he knew too.

Song Jiang couldn't voice his bitterness. Caught red-handed, he had to think on his feet and come up with a lie.

"Mr. Fu, you're still dreaming. Go back to sleep, good boy, I'll stay by your side."

"Sleep, sleep, my little baby..."

Song Jiang was about to sing a lullaby specially for babies to sleep to, but unfortunately Fu Zhichen wasn't having it.

"Steward Song, how long do you plan to let your alarm clock ring?"

Song Jiang was silent.

"And how long do you plan to lie in my bed, in my arms?"

"..."

Was it that he didn't want to move... or what?

Song Jiang tried to move his arm. Hey, he could move.

He looked up in confusion. It turned out Fu Zhichen had already released him without him realizing.

Song Jiang rolled away from the CEO like a fish out of water.

But then an accident happened—he fell off the bed just like yesterday!

Son of a bitch!

Song Jiang silently swore to himself that one day he would get off this bed with dignity!

Song Jiang rubbed his butt, forcing himself to stay calm: "Mr. Fu, please listen to my explanation."

"This was completely an accident."

"When I woke up this morning, I was trying to feel your forehead to see if you still had a fever. I just wanted to know if you still had a fever, boss."

"You know, I care about you so much. If you still had a fever, it would be a serious problem."

"It's been several days, and a simple cold hasn't healed yet. I have reason to suspect the family doctor is a quack."

Song Jiang waved his hands to demonstrate.

"But as soon as I reached out, you rolled over and pinned me down. You were so strong, you trapped me, hugged me. I couldn't break free."

"That's how what happened earlier came about," Song Jiang said sincerely. "Mr. Fu, believe me, I definitely wasn't obsessed with your handsome face... ugh, I didn't mean to spy on you or do anything bad."

Song Jiang went on and on, but he was too nervous to look at Fu Zhichen.

Fu Zhichen remained silent, which only made Song Jiang more nervous.

He didn't last long before giving in.

"Mr. Fu, I'm sorry. I was wrong to get into your bed. I won't do it again, I swear."

Fu Zhichen didn't push the issue and said offhandedly, "Steward Song, you'd better not have any ulterior motives toward me."

Song Jiang realized that all CEOs share one trait: they're all full of themselves.

"Your explanation sounds reasonable."

"I'll believe you for now."

Luckily, he managed to pull it off!

Fu Zhichen propped himself up with his arms, and Song Jiang immediately placed a pillow behind him like a loyal lackey.

He really paid attention to every detail.

"Thanks to your care these past two days, Steward Song, I think I'm all better now."

The CEO actually thanked someone—that's truly rare.

Fine, so your cold's gone, and your face looks refreshed and invigorated.

But what about him?

How could his exhaustion, his vulnerability, his hurt feelings ever be compensated?

"Mr. Fu, it's just my job."

Why bother with polite remarks? Pay me, pay me, pay me!

"Mr. Fu, what about my..."

Song Jiang trailed off. He didn't intend to be too direct—even without saying it, the CEO should get the hint.

After a moment, Fu Zhichen narrowed his eyes dangerously at him. "Steward Song, you keep reminding me about the money—do you think I can't afford to pay your salary?"

Song Jiang quickly explained, "Mr. Fu, that's not what I meant."

The most badass CEO in this book—if anyone's broke, it's never the CEO.

"Steward Song, money is just a material thing. I don't like people always bringing it up."

"I'll have the finance department transfer your overtime pay along with this month's salary into your account."

"Thank you, Mr. Fu." Song Jiang nodded like a chick pecking rice on the outside, but inside, he was practically soaring with excitement.

Now he was not only earning two salaries—as steward and driver—but also getting extra overtime pay.

Woo-hoo.

He had taken another small step toward returning to his original world.

Life was really looking up.

As soon as Fu Zhichen let Song Jiang off, Song Jiang scurried off to prepare his breakfast.

Tsk, the little steward was so easy to please.

Whatever he wanted, it was written all over his face—he couldn't hide a thing.

And he always looked at him with those innocent, dumb eyes.

Actually, his reason for exploiting Song Jiang like this was simple.

He had always had trouble sleeping—hard to fall asleep at night, and even when he did, his sleep was very shallow.

But in the past few days, with Song Jiang sleeping beside him, not only had his sleep improved, but he even ate better.

Before, he had tried seeing a doctor and taking sleeping pills, but all to no avail.

Song Jiang was his little steward and had such a big effect on him. As a businessman, he naturally wanted to make the most of every resource.

It's just about money—after all, money was what he had the most of.

Now he needed to figure out how much to offer so that the little steward would willingly share his bed.

The little steward was usually all feisty and loud, but once he fell asleep in his arms... tsk, he was quite well-behaved.

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