Chapter 27: You Don’t Think I’ve Taken a Liking to You, Do You?

Chapter 27 You Don't Actually Think I'm Interested in You, Do You?

Seven o'clock in the evening.

Fu Zhichen called Song Jiang into the office.

"Mr. Fu, you wanted to see me."

Fu Zhichen folded his hands on the desk and nodded toward the chair. "Have a seat."

"Is the CEO for real with this meticulous act? ...Why's he being so formal with me?"

"I don't have a billion-dollar project to discuss with the CEO."

"Take a look at this contract and see if there are any issues."

Song Jiang sat down with suspicion. The contract on the desk bore four bold characters:

Co-Sleeping Contract.

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"Wow, this... this can't be the kind of contract the CEO draws up for the female lead in those CEO romance novels, can it?"

"Is six million yuan already in the bag? And I haven't even used my wits yet!"

Song Jiang could barely suppress his grin spreading across his face.

"Who is the female lead the CEO has his eye on?"

"I have no clue. Is it Tian Tian or Ye Qingqing? Or some other woman I haven't met?"

"Has the CEO finally wised up and decided to forcefully take a woman?"

Curiosity flooded Song Jiang's mind.

"But why would the CEO ask me to look at this contract?"

"If the female lead doesn't agree, with the CEO's methods, he could just resort to force. After all, he's rich—if she says no, it just means he didn't offer enough money."

Under Fu Zhichen's gaze, Song Jiang couldn't wait to flip open the contract. Party A, Party B... something like that.

"Party A is obviously the CEO, and Party B is the female lead."

Song Jiang speed-read through it.

"From the effective date of the co-sleeping contract, Party B has to share a bed with Party A for one full month. Party A will pay Party B one million yuan per month as payment."

"This is great—I can make money just by sleeping."

"It's like a dream job to Song Jiang."

"This part: During the co-sleeping period, Party B shall not engage in intimate contact with Party A without Party A's consent."

"That's not cool. What if the female lead can't help falling for the CEO?"

"Who can predict love?"

"No touching? Then how's she supposed to win him over?"

"Rely on her charm?"

"This contract also seems unfair to Party B. What if the CEO gets handsy?"

"There's nothing to protect Party B."

"And a few other unreasonable terms."

Song Jiang pointed out every issue he could think of.

"..."

"Per your suggestions, I'll have the lawyer add those clauses to the contract later."

"Hmm, the CEO is such a nice guy."

"That's better for Party B."

"Once the female lead moves into the CEO's home, I'll definitely claim credit in front of her."

"Any other issues?"

"Other issues? Why are you asking me? Ask the female lead."

Song Jiang paused for a few seconds, blinked in confusion, and slowly nodded.

"Since you have no other comments."

"Sign it, then."

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"What?!"

"When Song Jiang heard this, it was like he hit a pause button. His eyes widened as he stared at Fu Zhichen, completely lost for words."

"Wait—I'm supposed to sign it?"

"I'm not the female lead—why would I sign it? It's for the female lead!"

"Song Jiang was still holding the contract. After hearing Fu Zhichen's words, the contract felt like a scorching hot potato."

"Like a startled rabbit, Song Jiang flung it away, leapt up, and stumbled backward."

"Did the CEO fry his brain from a cold, or is he possessed? I don't remember any weird omens today."

Song Jiang blurted out, "Mr. Fu, are you out of your mind?"

Fu Zhichen sneered, "Steward Song, are you jinxing me?"

"I wouldn't dare jinx the CEO—I was just showing genuine concern and checking on you."

"Mr. Fu, I didn't mean it that way. I only..."

"Well... isn't this for the female lead?"

Song Jiang stammered, not sure what to do with his hands or feet at the moment.

The boss's words were truly like a bomb, no, an atomic bomb, nearly blew him to smithereens.

"Female lead? Steward Song, do you think this is a TV drama?"

"Steward Song, did you read the contract carefully?"

Song Jiang swallowed.

"General Fu, I'm a man, a man with a steel-like physique." Song Jiang patted his chest and asked cautiously, "This... me being your bedmate... did you get the wrong idea?"

Song Jiang absolutely couldn't believe the boss would ask him to sleep with him.

First of all, two grown men sleeping in one bed was an extremely absurd thing in itself.

Plus, they were in a superior-subordinate relationship. If word got to others in the company, that would be terrible...

"Steward Song, are you unwilling?"

Willing or not... to be honest, Song Jiang was shocked the moment he heard it.

But it was a million. If it was just ordinary sleeping, just chatting under the covers, earning a million in a month—who wouldn't be tempted?

Besides, the boss had a face that looked all monk-like and detached. Except for that time he was dosed with an aphrodisiac, he didn't seem like a horny guy at other times.

A million... Although the boss always squeezed him, he was really generous with money.

"General Fu... I, may I ask what is special about me?"

Song Jiang was self-aware. For a capitalist, specifically drafting a contract meant he only had value to be used.

"Steward Song, what are you getting all conceited about?"

"It's just that a couple of days ago you crawled into my bed, and I unexpectedly found that when you slept with me, I slept more soundly than usual."

"I just want to have a peaceful sleep."

Fu Zhichen spoke word by word, his deep eyes casually staring at Song Jiang, with an unreadable glint.

"Steward Song, you don't think I've got a thing for you, do you?"

"..."

Although Song Jiang had anticipated the boss would say that, when the boss actually said it, he still felt a little hurt—weird, right?

"General Fu, how could I think that?" Song Jiang gave a dry laugh. "Your taste definitely wouldn't be tacky enough to like me."

"Good that you know your place."

When Song Jiang signed his name on the paper, his hands were trembling.

A million a month!

That's twelve million in a year.

A hundred mil isn't far off, right?

The boss was actually pretty nice. Today he got off work early before eight, telling him to go pack his stuff and move into the villa tonight.

Song Jiang had even planned on having some beer and BBQ tonight, and eat a small mousse cake as a little treat.

Since the boss insisted... here comes that million!!!

They got back to the villa at nine-thirty at night.

After showering, it was about time to hit the sack.

Song Jiang walked into the bedroom. Fu Zhichen heard the noise and looked up at him. "Steward Song, come here."

He didn't dare. He'd already stalled long enough in the bathroom, but didn't expect Fu Zhichen to still be awake when he came out.

Fu Zhichen's dark silk pajamas had two buttons left undone.

His black hair was still half-dry. The water drips from the ends first fell on the boss's chiseled chin, then dripped onto his neck.

Didn't dare look, absolutely didn't dare.

What kind of sexy, monk-ish temptation was this?

Song Jiang glanced at his own pj's—a tank top and shorts.

Then he looked at the boss, who could even make pajamas look like a whole outfit.

Okay, okay, he looked like a total slob next to him.

Although he had agreed to be the boss's bedmate, he hadn't mentally prepared himself yet.

His fragile little heart couldn't fully accept something he had never experienced before, so he just stood there hesitating.

"Steward Song, why are you still standing there like a dope? You trying to have a staring contest with me and see who's got the biggest eyes?"

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