Chapter 30: My Treat, Are You Sure There’s Nothing You Like?

Chapter 30: I’ll Pay—Are You Sure There’s Nothing You Like?

Ah!!!

Heaven is my witness!

I did not!

Song Jiang quickly pulled his hand back, turning his head to dodge.

Seriously, couldn’t he just say a normal sentence? Why did he have to whisper it right into his ear?

Didn’t he know that wasn’t friendly to people with sensitive ears!!!

And how could a domineering CEO say something so suggestive so calmly, without even a blush or a racing heart?

Damn. If he compared sizes with his boss and his was bigger, the boss would lose face. If it was smaller, he’d lose face.

This lame topic was hard to answer either way.

Song Jiang wanted to escape. He gritted his teeth and said,

“President Fu, I don’t. Please go to the restroom.”

Even though Song Jiang was supporting Fu Zhichen, the height difference made it look more like Fu Zhichen was the one holding Song Jiang.

Even as Song Jiang dodged, Fu Zhichen could clearly see his steward’s red ears.

Tsk, I barely said anything. He’s too easy to tease.

Song Jiang had thought today would be a peaceful, relaxing day.

He would just take it easy at the CEO’s place for a bit—after all, even a CEO needs rest on weekends.

But Fu Zhichen said they were going out, to some damn place he’d never even heard of.

Song Jiang was sullen the whole way.

When they finally arrived, he at least showed some expression.

Seriously, did this mall have to be so fancy? There were even security guards opening the door outside.

Was that meant to subtly dissuade broke people like him who couldn’t afford to shop there?

“Which floor are you going to, President Fu?”

“Fourth floor, men’s wear.”

Men’s wear?

Did the CEO need to buy clothes at a mall?

Don’t novels always say someone comes to his house for custom tailoring?

What mall requires the CEO to personally visit and shop?

As soon as Song Jiang and Fu Zhichen got off on the fourth floor, there was a row of people at the elevator.

“Greetings, President Fu!” The row of people bowed in unison.

Wow, what a grand reception. Fit for a domineering CEO.

A man in a suit stepped forward and spoke respectfully.

“President Fu, shall we go to your usual store?”

Song Jiang guessed that he was the mall manager.

Fu Zhichen didn’t speak, just gave a slight nod.

Rich people sure have confidence.

The manager blathered on with fawning pleasantries, every word dripping with sycophancy.

Even Song Jiang was treated politely.

These mall staff sure know how to be snobs.

When Song Jiang was in college, he occasionally went to a few high-end clothing stores with his roommates.

The salesgirls there could tell at a glance they were poor college students. They didn’t bother serving them.

They just left them standing aside, and even chased them off with words.

From then on, Song Jiang understood even more the importance of money and vowed to work hard to earn it.

As soon as Fu Zhichen entered, the salesgirls rushed to greet him.

For the sake of commission, who wouldn’t want a piece of the CEO’s mobile goldmine?

“Welcome.”

“President Fu, it’s been so long!”

“President Fu, we’ve just added many new items. Would you like to take a look?”

“…”

Fu Zhichen wore his usual sour face and recited the classic line that all CEOs say.

“Bring out a complete set of clothes in his size, please.”

The salesgirls and Song Jiang were dumbfounded.

Who did “his” refer to???

This was a men’s clothing store. Other than the CEO, there was only Song Jiang, or the male foreman from earlier.

Was the CEO buying clothes for the foreman?

Wow, what a generous guy the CEO was.

Song Jiang cast an envious glance at him.

“Steward Song, why are you still standing there like an idiot?”

Huh? Him standing there like an idiot?

First of all, he’s not stupid.

Second, if he’s not standing, does that mean he has to sit down?

“Mr. Fu, then I’ll go find a seat and sit down.”

Since he’s being told to sit, then he’ll gladly comply!

“Steward Song, I asked you to pick out clothes. Are you sure you want to sit down here?”

???

Ahhh?!

He’s supposed to pick clothes? He’s not going deaf, is he?

He just cleaned out his ears a few days ago—could it be that he didn’t get all the wax out and maybe is now having hallucinations?!

“Mr. Fu, do you mean you want me to help you pick out some clothes?”

“Steward Song, how old are you?”

Wait, what the heck does picking clothes have to do with his age?

“Mr. Fu, I’m twenty-four.”

“Twenty-four, huh.” Fu Zhichen looked at him with interest. “Steward Song, anyone listening would think you were seventy or eighty—can’t even hear a simple sentence clearly.”

“…”

The waitress beside them reacted quickly, immediately bringing over a few sets of clothes and holding them up against him.

“Hey, young man, this color suits someone your age perfectly.”

“Wear this, and I guarantee you’ll look ten years older.”

No, no! How did the waitress get the idea that he wanted to look mature? He’s still just a 288-month-old kid.

Song Jiang was flustered. The waitress was too enthusiastic, and he couldn’t handle it.

He stepped back a few paces, returning to Fu Zhichen’s side.

“Mr. Fu, did you really come here just to let me pick out clothes?”

Fu Zhichen raised an eyebrow. “Steward Song, isn’t it obvious enough?”

Song Jiang was so moved he could cry. Honestly, what kind of pull did he have to make the CEO waste his precious time shopping for clothes with him?

“Mr. Fu, I don’t need new clothes. Mine are fine and comfortable. Let’s just go.”

“Steward Song, I’m not doing this for your sake.” Fu Zhichen said, slowly. “The clothes you wear—when I hold you at night, they’re very uncomfortable.”

The waitress, overhearing their conversation, was stunned.

They all thought: Is this the kind of rich CEO–young butler romance drama that I get to hear for free?

Really… being watched by everyone like this it is… so embarrassing!!!

Does the CEO have no shame?!!

This kind of thing should stay between the two of them! Why do they have to say it out loud in front of strangers?!

Doesn’t he care about his image?!

He really wanted to shut that CEO’s mouth!

“Understood, Mr. Fu.”

So that was it—the CEO wasn’t being kind; he just wanted a better feel.

Song Jiang grabbed a decent-looking outfit and went into the fitting room to try it on.

What could he even say? Expensive things have a reason to be expensive. The fabric felt completely different against his skin.

Song Jiang was quite satisfied with his own reflection in the mirror.

But then he reached for the price tag and glanced at it.

Holy cow!

He wouldn’t have known if he hadn’t seen it—and seeing it shocked him.

A five-digit number!

Was this something a wage slave like him could afford?

Song Jiang quickly changed back into his own clothes and then lied through his teeth.

“Mr. Fu, I don’t like any of them.”

“Are you sure?” Fu Zhichen said in a tone that asked, “Are you really sure about that?”

“Mr. Fu, I’m sure.” Hesitating even one second would be an insult to the bank card in his pocket!!

Fu Zhichen narrowed his eyes, noticing Song Jiang’s hand subconsciously moving to his pocket, and quickly guessed what the young butler was thinking.

“I said I’m paying. Are you sure you don’t like any of them?”

Sure enough, the young butler’s round almond-shaped eyes sparkled as he looked up at him.

“Huh?”

“Mr. Fu, you’re kidding, right?”

“You’re paying for everything? Then I’d be too embarrassed.”

Well, to be honest, his face was thicker than a city wall.

Him, embarrassed? Not a chance.

Having the CEO spend money on him willingly was something he never dared dream of, something even praying to Buddha couldn’t get.

Why would he miss out on such a golden opportunity?

“Steward Song, is it hard holding back your laughter?”

“…”

A little.

Song Jiang was happy but didn't dare to show it. As for why the boss knew he wanted to laugh,

it could only be explained by metaphysics.

“CEO Fu, I wasn’t.”

“Steward Song, stop talking nonsense. Change all your clothes from head to toe.”

Fu Zhichen glanced at his multi-million-dollar watch and said, “I’ll only give you half an hour.”

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