Chapter 34: Just Carry Me Upstairs

Chapter 34: Just Carry Me Up

Song Jiang had no idea where Fu Zhichen got that crazy logic.

What’s all this about fairness?

He hadn't even watched the boss change clothes, so how could there be any talk of fairness?

At most, at most, at most he'd seen it for a second.

Should he let the boss watch him for a second too?

Right now, all he could think was that he absolutely couldn't change in front of the boss.

"Mr. Fu, I had my back to you while you were changing." And he still hadn't turned around. "There's no question of fairness here."

"Steward Song, why don't you dare turn around?"

Song Jiang said bluntly, "Because you're changing clothes, Mr. Fu."

"You don't dare turn around." Fu Zhichen paused, "Is it 'cause you're shy?"

Did the boss have X-ray vision? Could he tell that just from looking at his back?

"Mr. Fu, how could I be shy? You're kidding, right."

To be honest, being teased like this by the boss, his face really did feel a bit hot right now.

But admitting it was out of the question—never in a million years.

He couldn't figure out why he was blushing either.

"Steward Song, since that's the case, I'll turn my back too. Fair's fair."

It's just changing clothes, isn't it?

Why did the boss insist on him staying in the room?

Was it really for some bullshit fairness?

Where Song Jiang couldn't see, the corners of Fu Zhichen's mouth lifted slightly.

When Fu Zhichen slept, he didn't like strong light. The curtains were highly light-blocking; once fully drawn, the room was almost pitch black. For light, Song Jiang had only turned on a few small wall lamps.

After double-checking that Fu Zhichen had turned around, Song Jiang finally dared to start changing.

The decor in the lounge was very simple. The bed was placed in the center, with two bedside tables, and a sliding wardrobe against the wall.

Fu Zhichen was facing the head of the bed.

Therefore, Song Jiang deliberately chose the foot of the bed to change.

The small glass lamp on the nightstand was light-colored, and when turned on, it cast some reflections.

Fu Zhichen's original intention wasn't to peek. He had only made this request after teasing the young steward and seeing his ears turn bright red while his mouth stayed stubborn. He thought it was funny.

Fu Zhichen sneaked a couple of glances.

The reflection revealed the silhouette of an exposed upper body.

The owner of that body had a sneaky vibe, occasionally looking up at him.

The lower body was well concealed.

The upper body looked particularly pale under the cold light.

His build wasn't great—no abs, hardly any fat, super thin.

His belly was maybe a little rounded from having just finished lunch.

The shoulders weren't wide, but they were straight, and the waist was much narrower than the shoulders.

The young steward's face was getting redder and redder. It was just changing clothes, and without the reflection from this lamp, Fu Zhichen wouldn't have seen a thing.

He didn't know what the young steward was so shy about.

But the young steward's appearance like this was really... cute.

Song Jiang changed in a flash; off and on in under ten seconds.

Worried the young steward might suspect him, Fu Zhichen waited a few seconds before speaking. "Steward Song, once you're done changing, come and carry me up."

Song Jiang was confused.

"Mr. Fu, help you with what?"

Fu Zhichen said matter-of-factly, "Steward Song, if you don't come carry me up, how am I supposed to get into bed?"

"..."

Song Jiang glanced at Fu Zhichen, then his gaze moved down to the wheelchair Fu Zhichen was in.

Fuck, he'd miscalculated.

During those few nights he'd slept at the boss's place, every time Song Jiang got out of the shower, Fu Zhichen was already in bed.

Of course, he hadn't dared to ask how the boss got up.

Now hearing Fu Zhichen say this to him, he understood.

So each time, someone was specifically assigned to help the boss up.

No wonder there were six servants in the villa, not counting him.

Damn, he just didn't get it. Here was a perfect CEO, loaded and good-looking, but his legs didn't work.

So even CEOs in novels aren't allowed to be perfect?

That made him, an ordinary wage earner, feel even more mortified.

Thinking this, Song Jiang felt a bit of pity for Fu Zhichen.

Little did he know that the man's eyes were growing darker and darker, like a black whirlpool that could pull you in with just one look.

Song Jiang walked in front of Fu Zhichen and put his hands on his hips, considering how to carry him up.

"Steward Song, it's getting late. I'm sleepy."

Hurry, hurry, hurry—what's the hurry?

Can't you see he's trying to think of a way?

Fu Zhichen, as if reading Song Jiang's mind, reached out and pulled Song Jiang down.

Caught off guard, Song Jiang bent down to meet Fu Zhichen's eyes.

"Just lift me up, Steward Song."

As Fu Zhichen spoke, he opened his arms.

The posture was like a child whining for a hug from a parent. OMG, the CEO, with that imposing face, making such a move... it was just too much.

Song Jiang glanced again at Fu Zhichen's legs and sighed softly. The CEO was also just a poor guy, wasn't he?

"Alright." Song Jiang wrapped his arms around Fu Zhichen's back, trying to hoist him up in one go.

But he had overestimated his strength. The CEO's muscular build wasn't just for show.

Damn, so heavy.

Song Jiang exerted a lot of force, but unknowingly, this also pressed their chests tightly together.

One solid and broad, the other thin and narrow.

Fu Zhichen's strong arms wrapped around Song Jiang's slender neck.

Before long, Song Jiang felt breathless, his face flushed red.

Seriously, was the CEO trying to strangle him to death and inherit his money?

"CEO Fu, loosen your grip a bit. You're holding too tight, and I can't get any leverage."

Fu Zhichen looked at the man he had completely wrapped in his arms.

His pajama collar, already loose, had slipped down on one side due to their tugging, revealing nearly half a rounded shoulder.

And because he had been straining, the veins on his neck and his collarbone stood out, forming a graceful curve.

Fu Zhichen's hand was resting right there, clearly feeling the steward's warm body temperature and skin that was ridiculously smooth to the touch.

Song Jiang was completely unaware of the man's increasingly aggressive and dangerous gaze.

All he wanted to ask now was whether the CEO could lose some weight.

Seriously heavy. He was about to collapse.

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