Chapter 32: Look at You, So Pathetic

Chapter 32: Look at You, All Spineless

On previous weekends, Song Jiang would just laze around at home.

However, the first weekend spent at the CEO's house was pure torture.

The CEO didn't go out; there were plenty of drinking parties and dinners, but the CEO wouldn't attend.

Who could do anything about the CEO?

Since the CEO didn't go out, he couldn't go out either.

After they bought clothes, he and the CEO stared at each other blankly in the villa for two days.

Speaking of which, he had to speak up for himself!!

His eyes were bigger than the CEO's!!

However, living at the CEO's house also had its benefits; at least his commute got shorter.

He used to have to wake up about one and a half hours earlier; now an extra hour and a half of sleep made him way more energetic.

And the most important point was, whether he was asleep or awake.

Woo-hoo, he was always at work!

Money was rolling in – how freaking awesome!

Before he knew it, it was Monday.

Fu Zhichen and Song Jiang had only been at the office for a short while.

Then Chu Yan arrived; this time he wasn't wearing his flashy clothes; instead, he was in a formal suit, actually looked the part.

"Little steward, come see what I brought you!"

Chu Yan strode in, carrying a fancy bag, and waved it in front of Song Jiang.

Song Jiang squinted – the pattern looked familiar. After a few seconds, he recalled what it was and exclaimed in surprise, "Is this the mousse cake from the party?"

Chu Yan placed the bag in Song Jiang's hands.

"I noticed you liked it last time, and when I passed by that shop on my way here today, I saw it and bought it for you."

"Little steward, don't be too touched."

After saying this, Chu Yan winked at Song Jiang.

Hmm, was he coming onto him?

Chu Yan's charm is just too much to contain!

But was it really okay for Chu Yan to talk to him first while totally ignoring the CEO?

"Young Master Chu Yan, thank you so much!"

No wonder Chu Yan could win over both men and women; who wouldn't like such a thoughtful person?

Chu Yan draped his arm over Song Jiang's shoulder.

"Little steward, you're welcome. Don't call me 'Master' from now on; that's too formal. Just call me Chu Yan."

Song Jiang kept his eyes on the mousse cake, nodding repeatedly.

Whatever Chu Yan said was fine, as long as the cake was his.

Fu Zhichen had been staring at them from behind his desk, his expression darkening. He even closed his laptop.

"Steward Song, your drool is showing."

"..."

Song Jiang no longer believed the CEO's nonsense; he wouldn't drool.

Chu Yan said to Fu Zhichen, "Bro, stop lying all the time; the little steward clearly didn't drool."

Hmph, at least Chu Yan had sharp eyes.

Fu Zhichen tapped his fingers on the desk, frowned, and said again, "Steward Song, did I agree to you accepting his cake?"

He wanted to control everything – even the cake someone gave him. Was the CEO jealous!

Song Jiang lightly bit his lower lip, trying to rebel against capitalism with his stare.

"Old Fu, what do you mean? I gave it to the little steward, he just has to say yes." Chu Yan chuckled. "What's it to you?"

After speaking, Chu Yan casually ruffled Song Jiang's hair and laughed, "Little steward, eat it. Don't mind him. If he dares to fire you, then come work for me."

Song Jiang couldn't tell if Chu Yan was serious or joking; Chu Yan always gave the impression of a carefree joker.

But after Fu Zhichen saw Chu Yan's action, his gaze seemed murderous, and his brows knitted together.

"Steward Song, come stand over here."

???

Song Jiang hugged the cake protectively, with an expression that said "Don't you dare take my food."

He said weakly, "President Fu, is there something you need?"

"Can't I call you if there's nothing? Steward Song, come over here. I don't want to say it a third time."

The CEO's tone grew more dangerous; he had already repeated the order twice.

No, why was he so insistent on him standing over there?

What bug bit the CEO today?

Song Jiang pushed away Chu Yan who was close to him, and shuffled over in small steps.

When he reached the CEO's side, Fu Zhichen's brow seemed to relax a little.

Fu Zhichen looked at Chu Yan. "If you came all the way here early in the morning just to give my steward a cake, then Chu Yan, you may leave now."

Chu Yan wasn't annoyed; he spread his hands and without any hesitation plopped down on Fu Zhichen's desk.

"Don't be like that, trying to kick me out. Of course I came for more than just this."

"My dad dumped a project on me." Chu Yan pulled a crumpled ball of paper from his pants pocket. "This is the plan. I don't quite understand it. Help me see if this thing is reliable."

As he said that, he tossed it onto Fu Zhichen's desk.

Ah, it's crumpled like this. How can anyone read it?

Fu Zhichen's face darkened. "Is this the attitude you have when asking for a favor?"

"Oh, it's no big deal. Just open it up. You know I'm a casual person."

Chu Yan opened the crumpled paper as he spoke.

"It's impossible to carry another bag, and I didn't want to hold it in my hand. Crumpling it like this was the best way to bring it."

After opening it, Chu Yan looked at the words that were smudged and faded from being crumpled.

He muttered a curse.

Give this paper a bad review!

Seeing this, Fu Zhichen mocked, "Are all the people you keep in your company useless?"

"..."

"Forget it. If you don't want to look, fine. Let's talk about something else." Chu Yan crumpled it back up and threw it in a perfect arc into the trash can.

"You still remember that woman who was drugged with you last time?"

"Get to the point."

"There's surveillance in my room. I had a sudden idea to check it over the weekend, and I found something interesting."

Chu Yan's words quickly piqued Song Jiang's curiosity.

"Want to take a guess?" Song Jiang felt this question was directed at the CEO.

But the CEO's sour face clearly showed an attitude of "say it or get lost."

Chu Yan, seeing it was no fun, spoke directly.

"She came out on her own. Maybe she didn't know you were soaking in cold water in the bathroom. She took a few glances around the room and left not long after."

Song Jiang recalled the scene he had witnessed and couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment, "But I clearly saw her that drunk—out of her mind, unable to tell north from south, couldn't even walk."

Chu Yan slapped his thigh and agreed, "Right! That's what makes this interesting."

Man. If that's really the case, then Ye Qingqing is quite the actress.

She definitely deserves an Oscar for that.

Fu Zhichen looked thoughtful, his gaze unconsciously sweeping over the cake in Song Jiang's arms, then over Chu Yan, the unkempt man.

An eyesore.

Fu Zhichen issued a dismissal. "Got it. Anything else? If not, take a left out the door."

"One last thing." Chu Yan held up a finger. "Tian Tian specifically asked me to remind you."

"Her birthday party is in two months. You must go with the steward."

Fu Zhichen raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Since when did Master Chu become so obedient to her words?"

"Hah, I'm embarrassed to say." Chu Yan shrugged. "Last time I drank with her and lost. She made me promise to bring you along no matter what. I can't do anything about her."

Hmph?

Could Chu Yan, a bar regular, really have worse alcohol tolerance than Tian Tian?

How unbelievable.

And that slightly doting tone...

After Chu Yan left, Song Jiang also intended to go out. Just as he passed by Fu Zhichen,

"Don't eat it."

In the blink of an eye, Fu Zhichen snatched the cake from his hand and threw it into the trash.

???

Alright, the CEO is having a meltdown, but what did his mousse cake do wrong?

"Steward Song, look at your worthless appearance."

"A lousy cake can get you all worked up. How utterly foolish."

Who provoked the CEO? Or is he having another episode?

He thought, there weren't any bullets in today's lunch, so why is the CEO's mouth firing like a gun?

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