Chapter 36: Eating from the Trash is Beggar Behavior

Chapter 36: Eating Food from the Trash is Beggar Behavior

Song Jiang had just lain down on the bed when Fu Zhichen's large hand reached through the blanket and wrapped around his waist.

"Hmm...?"

He was startled by Fu Zhichen's move, and his voice came out a bit off-key.

"Mr. Fu?"

"Steward Song, don't talk."

Fu Zhichen's voice was lower than usual, with a barely noticeable rasp.

Since Song Jiang was lying on his side with his back to Fu Zhichen, Fu Zhichen's chest pressed tightly against his back, his chin resting on Song Jiang's neck, and his breath seeped through the collar onto his skin.

Song Jiang couldn't help shivering, his whole body twitching involuntarily twice.

"Mr. Fu... your head, don't bring it so close to me."

Fu Zhichen completely ignored Song Jiang's struggles and held him even tighter.

"Steward Song, don't move."

Ah, this is really going to be trouble.

Fuck, two grown men tangled up in bed like this.

Anyone would think they were up to some sneaky business.

Good thing nobody could see them, or Song Jiang would never live it down.

His entire body was wrapped up in Fu Zhichen's arms. With every move, Fu Zhichen held him tighter, and the sound of breathing behind him grew heavier and heavier.

Damn, his ears were melting!!!

If he weren't afraid the big boss would choke, he'd really stuff tissues up the boss's nose!

No breathing allowed!

In this weird state, he didn't remember when he drifted off to sleep.

He heard it vaguely, even thinking for a moment it was his imagination, when Fu Zhichen out of nowhere murmured in his ear.

"Don't accept cake from anyone else."

???

Until his afternoon nap alarm went off.

Song Jiang immediately hit snooze.

Then he sneaked a look back, and upon seeing the big boss was still asleep, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Carefully, he pried off Fu Zhichen's fingers one by one from around his waist, and crept off the bed.

Grabbing his clothes, he bolted outside—there was no way he was changing clothes in the same room as the big boss!

As he passed Fu Zhichen's desk outside the bedroom, his eyes caught something familiar.

He took a few steps, then curiosity got the better of him and he turned back.

Afraid he might have seen it wrong, he crouched next to the trash can and pulled out the item for a closer look.

Huh?

What's a mousse cake doing here?

Song Jiang looked up again at the lunch table—there was one there too.

So how come there are two?

Just as Song Jiang was deep in thought, Fu Zhichen's voice came from the room.

"Steward Song, are you trying to eat something from the trash?"

"..."

How did the big boss see that?

Song Jiang's brain short-circuited for a few seconds—he realized he'd been in such a hurry that he hadn't closed the door.

He admitted that a moment ago he'd had the thought of pulling it out, since it wasn't really dirty.

But now that Fu Zhichen had called him out so bluntly, he definitely couldn't pick it up.

Reluctantly, he stood up. "Mr. Fu, I wasn't going to."

"Steward Song, eating from the trash is beggar behavior. If you must eat something, eat the one on the table."

"..."

Great, the big boss really knows how to talk.

According to Fu Zhichen, if he picked it up now, he'd be a beggar.

He couldn't do it.

As far as he remembered, Fu Zhichen almost never ate desserts, so it couldn't have been bought by Fu Zhichen. Where did this cake come from?

The packaging looked just like the one Chu Yan had brought earlier in the day—also a mousse cake.

Song Jiang thought about asking, but then decided it wasn't necessary.

As long as there was food to eat, why bother where it came from? That wasn't his style.

Anyway, it definitely wasn't bought for him.

After getting dressed, making the bed, and helping the big boss into his wheelchair, Song Jiang finally got to grab his phone.

Holy crap, if he hadn't looked, he would never have known.

He had set his phone to silent during the nap.

Now the screen was flooded with messages from one person.

Mei Moyu: [Xiao Song, I didn't mishear at noon, right? That was the big boss calling for you, wasn't it?]

Ten minutes had passed.

Mei Moyu: [Xiao Song, why aren't you answering? My hearing's been pretty good lately, that must have been the CEO calling you.]

[Is what the CEO said what I think it means?]

Mei Moyu sent this as a voice message, mimicking the tone, [Steward Song, come up to bed.]

Another five minutes passed.

[Xiao Song, are you still napping?]

[I'm one hundred percent sure, the CEO was definitely talking to you.]

[Xiao Song, I never expected you to be so close with the CEO that you could sleep in the same bed as him.]

[I vaguely remember the CEO used to have really bad germophobia; if anyone even touched his things, no matter what it was, he would throw it away right away.]

[Not to mention his bed. Before you came, there was a cleaning lady who accidentally sat on the CEO's bed. Wanna know what happened?]

[You'll never guess.]

Song Jiang hated nothing more in life than someone who spoke in incomplete sentences and left him hanging.

He stopped scrolling.

Grabbing the mousse cake, he walked out of the CEO's office and rushed over to Mei Moyu.

"Bro Slacker, what's that supposed to mean?"

Song Jiang pointed at the sentence on his phone screen. "What can't I guess?"

Mei Moyu hadn't slept at noon and looked lifeless. When he heard Song Jiang, it was as if he had sucked up some life force from a living person, suddenly perking up. He put on a mysterious look and said.

"You'll never guess how the CEO handled that."

"Knowing the CEO, crossing him would just lead to firing the person, right?"

"So the bastard CEO fired the cleaning lady?"

Mei Moyu wagged his finger. Just as Song Jiang thought he was going to say something like "You're so smart, you guessed it,"

"The CEO swapped out the whole bed, even the sheets!"

"..."

"Well, that's just the kind of thing only a rich, spoiled CEO would do."

Mei Moyu grabbed Song Jiang's hand in disbelief. "Xiao Song, be straight with me."

"With how germophobic the CEO is, did you actually lie in the same bed as him at noon?"

Song Jiang didn't know how to answer. He wanted to deny it, but from Mei Moyu's tone, even if he did, Mei Moyu wouldn't buy it.

Song Jiang gritted his teeth and decided to just 'fess up.

"Bro Moyu, this is our secret. You absolutely cannot tell a soul!"

"Not even Xu Can, our buddy?"

Sticking with the 'less people know, the better' rule, Song Jiang nodded.

"This is a secret just for the two of us."

Song Jiang grabbed Mei Moyu's hand tight and repeated, "A secret for two."

After Mei Moyu said sure, he looked away eagerly.

"Steward Song, if you give me half of that cake, I'll promise."

Song Jiang followed Mei Moyu's eyes. Dang, Mei Moyu was drooling over his cake!

He instantly let go of Mei Moyu's hand.

He never shared his cake with anyone.

Mei Moyu, totally clueless about Song Jiang's reluctance, continued.

"At noon, I saw this tall, buff dude dressed like a bodyguard holding a cake in the elevator."

"Think about it, a tiny cake in his big hand looked so out of place, impossible not to notice."

Mei Moyu asked, curious, "So, Xiao Song, how do you know that bodyguard dude? Why would he buy you a cake?"

Song Jiang wanted to know too—and the cake was in the CEO's office.

Putting the pieces together, a wild guess was about to pop into his head, but the next second he shook his head and dismissed it.

"He'd rather believe delivery drivers now wear suits to work than think the CEO bought it for him."

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