Chapter 29: Do You Want to Compete with Me?

Chapter 29: You Want to Compete with Me?

This is totally insane.

Song Jiang really woke up late.

Or rather, he felt that he woke up late.

Usually, he wouldn't get up until the alarm rang, but now his eyes had been open for a while.

The alarm still hadn't gone off.

Song Jiang turned his head slightly to glance at the person who was still sleeping soundly.

It wasn't his fault!!!

Damn it, he couldn't escape even if he wanted to!

The CEO was holding him so tight, trying to strangle him or what!

Protest! He wanted to protest!

Song Jiang actually woke up several times in the middle of the night, woken up by the CEO's cool sandalwood scent.

It was dry, hot, and stuffy.

He remembered every time he woke up groggy, he had crept to the edge of the bed.

But somehow he always ended up back in the CEO's arms.

He hated the heat, so there was no way he'd go back on his own.

The CEO was sleeping so soundly, it didn't seem like he would have pulled him back.

But it wasn't the CEO and it wasn't him either, so... Song Jiang scanned the room, feeling a chill.

Was the CEO's room haunted?

Just then, a hoarse voice came from behind him, "Stop it."

Song Jiang jumped in fright.

Mommy, there's a ghost!!!

After a few seconds to recover, Song Jiang realized something was off—that was the CEO's voice.

But no, what did the CEO mean by that?

He hadn't said anything; he was just breathing.

What was the CEO's problem this early?

Song Jiang felt he should have it out with the CEO right now.

"Fu..."

But the moment he turned around and saw the CEO's face—so devastatingly handsome it could shake the world, making people love him, flowers bloom, and cars get flat tires—

Song Jiang went silent.

Too bad he didn't become a celebrity.

He could hold back from cursing the CEO because of that handsome face.

At the same time, Fu Zhichen's deep black eyes slowly opened, and they stared at each other.

A few seconds passed.

Although he appeared calm on the surface, inside he was panicking to death.

What excuse could he come up with to get out of this?!

Damn it, was the CEO the king of timing? Did he have to catch him in the act?!

Before Song Jiang could think of a response, Fu Zhichen parted his thin lips and said, "Steward Song, how long are you planning to stare?"

Song Jiang, "..."

What the heck! He's so handsome, can't I look?

I was just looking; it's not a crime!

Song Jiang screamed internally a few times, then pretended to look troubled and blinked.

"CEO Fu, I need to go to the bathroom." He was going to take a leak—this was the best excuse he could think of.

Fu Zhichen said sternly, "Steward Song, did I forbid you from going?"

He didn't, but the CEO's claws were still on him.

But since the CEO agreed, Song Jiang pried open Fu Zhichen's hands without hesitation, wiggled out of his arms, threw back the covers, and ran to the bathroom.

Hmph, he bet the CEO would have to pee later too!

Song Jiang looked out through the bathroom window. No way! The sun was already that high. What time was it now?

Was his alarm broken??? That can't be right.

He had just recently bought a third-hand iPhone on Xianyu.

Song Jiang returned to the room. Fu Zhichen was lying on the bed, gently rubbing his forehead with his fingers.

Hmm? Was the CEO going for the cold and aloof look today?

"CEO Fu, didn't you sleep well last night?"

Song Jiang was a bit nervous to ask that, and couldn't help but swallow.

No way, was he already bored with him after just one night?

He had pushed past his own discomfort to let someone hug him, but the CEO was really a hateful, fickle, heartless jerk.

Fu Zhichen put down his hand, sat up, and looked up at him.

"Steward Song, if you could stop tossing and turning and mumbling in your sleep, I could sleep even better."

Actually, he hadn't slept as soundly as last night in a long time, sleeping straight through until ten o'clock. It was something he never would have dared to hope for before.

Better sleep?

The big boss's words mean... that he slept well last night.

Song Jiang breathed a sigh of relief. Good, good, the one million per month is still there.

Song Jiang reminded warmly, "Mr. Fu, it's getting late. You should go to work."

Fu Zhichen wore a deadpan expression, looking at Song Jiang like he was a complete idiot.

"Steward Song, did you leave your brain in the bathroom when you went? It's the weekend today."

Song Jiang, who really didn't remember what day it was, walked to the bedside to get his phone.

Oh man, now it's 10:10 AM, Saturday.

Ten o'clock! It's already ten!

It's been hours since his alarm was supposed to go off!

Where's his battle song?! Why didn't it go off?!

Maybe having Song Jiang sleep next to him actually worked; the dark circles under his eyes had faded a lot, and he looked languid all over.

"And another thing, Steward Song, if your alarm rings that early again next time, you can say goodbye to your phone."

"..."

Song Jiang got mad for a second, then let it slide.

For whom did he set the alarm?

It's because of this capitalist CEO who sets the working hours for wage slaves.

"Steward Song, come here and help me."

Song Jiang, extremely reluctant, grunted an 'oh' and walked over.

"Mr. Fu, where are you going?"

"Steward Song, are only you allowed to go?"

No, he didn't say he wouldn't help him go. Why does he always like to shut him up with rhetorical questions?

Fu Zhichen put almost all his weight on Song Jiang. Song Jiang finally managed to haul him to the bathroom.

Song Jiang panted heavily. The big boss needs to lose weight! He absolutely needs to lose weight! Who does he think he's going to crush with that weight?!

Fu Zhichen put his hand on the waistband of his sleep pants, and as he was about to take them off, he turned his head to glance at Song Jiang.

Song Jiang thought the big boss's look was asking him for help.

Who'd have thought, who'd have thought, such a big-shot CEO.

So embarrassing, seriously embarrassing.

Song Jiang couldn't keep the corners of his mouth from curling up, wanting to burst out laughing.

Well then, let this kind soul help the big boss out.

Song Jiang propped Fu Zhichen up with his shoulder and used one hand to pull at Fu Zhichen's sleep pants.

But just as he was about to make contact, a hot, broad hand grabbed his wrist.

Fu Zhichen said coldly, "Steward Song, what are you trying to do?"

Worried the CEO would feel awkward, Song Jiang tried to defuse the situation: "Mr. Fu, it's okay. If this happens again in the future, just let me know. Don't feel awkward."

Fu Zhichen just stared at Song Jiang without a word.

Song Jiang smiled and said as if it were obvious, "Mr. Fu, what could I do? Of course, I'm helping you take off your pants."

After saying that, he pulled away from Fu Zhichen and immediately reached for the area where Fu Zhichen's waist and abdomen met the waistband of his sleep pants.

Fu Zhichen wrapped an arm around Song Jiang's shoulder, so fast that Song Jiang had no time to react, and his hand ended up waving around Fu Zhichen's waist and abs.

This let Song Jiang really feel the CEO's abs.

Fu Zhichen leaned down and whispered in his ear.

"Help me take off my pants?" Fu Zhichen repeated Song Jiang's words. "What, Steward Song, are you trying to outdo me?"

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