Chapter 41: If She Doesn’t Leave, Then You’re Out

Chapter 41: If She Doesn’t Leave, Then You’ll Be the One to Go

The voice sounded extremely ominous, as if it might erupt into anger at any moment.

Song Jiang swallowed nervously and turned back to whisper to Tian Tian.

"Miss Tian, I’m not going in. I have things to do. You go in by yourself, okay?"

Sorry, Tian Tian—friends are meant to take the fall.

"No problem!" Tian Tian threw open the door, completely unaware of the danger ahead, and called out enthusiastically, "Good morning, Brother Zhichen!"

"Get out." As Song Jiang closed the office door, he heard Fu Zhichen say icily.

Then Fu Zhichen added, his voice low and heavy, "Steward Song, where do you think you’re going?"

"..."

No need to ask—he was obviously trying to get away from the battlefield. The CEO was like a biological weapon, so he wanted to escape as far as he could.

Song Jiang’s hand gripping the doorframe tightened involuntarily. He took a step back and forced a smile. "CEO Fu, I’m going to grab breakfast."

Don’t even ask—he could always eat another breakfast.

While the two were talking, Tian Tian made a lap around the office, looking around as if searching for something.

Not finding what she expected, she set her hands on her hips and demanded, "Brother Zhichen, where did you hide Ye Qingqing? Call her out—I have something to say to her!"

The CEO sure knew how to get rid of women. Ye Qingqing had disappeared within moments.

Fu Zhichen’s narrow eyes always carried a cold detachment when looking at people.

Now, when he looked at Song Jiang, that feeling was even stronger, as if the air could freeze any second.

"Steward Song, two things."

"..."

Not listening, not listening—the CEO’s ranting is boring!

Why so serious? Who's he trying to scare?

He was doing all this for the CEO’s future happiness!

He's not wrong!

Of course, Fu Zhichen had no idea what Song Jiang was thinking.

"First, take the person you brought here and leave."

"Second, this is the second time you've messed up. You'd better give me a reasonable explanation."

Hearing she was being kicked out, Tian Tian grabbed the office sofa and flopped onto it.

"Brother Zhichen, I’m not leaving!"

"Why can Ye Qingqing come to your office but I can't?"

"No way, Bro Zhichen, you can't play favorites!"

Great, just great. Everything she'd told Tian Tian about the CEO's taboos went in one ear and out the other.

It hadn't even been a few minutes since she'd said no making a scene and to be polite. Does Tian Tian have the memory of a goldfish?

This batch of students was impossible to teach. Being this dumb—does her family even know?

Fu Zhichen had no intention of speaking to Tian Tian. He rubbed his fingers together on the desk and repeated word by word, "Steward Song."

"Yes, CEO Fu."

Song Jiang didn’t dare delay, afraid the CEO would blurt out, "Steward Song, I'm docking your entire salary for this month."

Sorry, Tian Tian—he had done his best, but the CEO wouldn’t let her stay.

Song Jiang rushed over, grabbed Tian Tian off the sofa, and said, "Miss Tian, you’ve seen him and spoken to him. That should be enough for now. Come back another time."

"I’ll see you downstairs."

Tian Tian naturally struggled. She had only been there a few minutes and had even lost 100,000 to come up. How was that fair?

"Steward Song, I’m out 100,000 for a few minutes. That hurts a bit." Tian Tian pointed to her heart.

Like hell it hurts—once money was in his pocket, there was no way he was giving it back.

Song Jiang tried to brainwash her. "Miss Tian, isn't it worth 100,000 to see your Bro Zhichen once? Do you know how many women want to meet CEO Fu every day? If we weren’t friends, you wouldn't even have gotten this chance."

Tian Tian pouted, then stole a reluctant glance at Fu Zhichen. "Okay, Steward Song."

It was all worth it to see Brother Zhichen.

Seeing Tian Tian like this, Song Jiang felt a twinge of sympathy and comforted her. "Don’t worry, Miss Tian. Your birthday party? I guarantee both the CEO and I will come."

Song Jiang and Tian Tian’s voices were low, but Fu Zhichen only knew their heads were close together in an intimate way.

He frowned almost invisibly. "Steward Song, if she doesn't leave, you're the one who goes."

"..."

Alright, alright. We're leaving now.

Song Jiang yanked Tian Tian along. Looks like bringing women up to see the CEO is a dead end. He needed to come up with other ways to help the CEO find a girlfriend.

Tian Tian staggered. "Steward Song, slow down—you're hurting my hand."

Seeing them, Fu Zhichen tapped his desk and said coldly, "Steward Song, take her away."

Song Jiang nodded vigorously.

Tian Tian was reluctant and dragged her feet. "Steward Song, does Bro Zhichen still like that Little White Flower? How should I dress for the party?"

Song Jiang thought seriously, recalling the CEO’s attitude toward Ye Qingqing. Seems the CEO didn't like the 'Little White Flower' type.

So what type does the CEO like?

Song Jiang couldn’t think of one, so he vaguely replied, "Miss Tian, just be your natural self."

As they waited for the staff elevator, a sudden "bang" came from the stairwell next to it.

Along with a few soft "mm..." sounds. How strange?

Song Jiang gestured for Tian Tian to be quiet, and walked over to press his ear against the stairwell door.

This... this sound that made you blush.

It was very familiar, the same sound of breathlessness from the time he was forcefully kissed.

Moans and gasps.

Song Jiang gently pushed the door open a crack.

The lights in the stairwell were off, only the green "Exit" sign glowed faintly.

Song Jiang couldn't make out the two people's real faces, only their general silhouettes.

There was a clear height difference between them.

The slender one was pinned against the wall, while the tall one loomed over her aggressively, holding her head in both hands, forceful and dominant.

Curious, Tian Tian also walked over. "Steward Song, what are you doing?"

Song Jiang quickly closed the door and covered Tian Tian's mouth.

Tian Tian had better not see such R-rated scenes.

"Nothing. Let's go."

When Song Jiang came back up after seeing Tian Tian off, Mei Moyu was sitting in his office chair.

"Xiao Song, who gave you this chicken soup? It actually has goji berries in it."

He had casually left the thermos on the desk before going downstairs, and now it was open, emitting a rich, savory aroma.

Mei Moyu continued, "Xiao Song, are you already on a health regimen at your age?"

Song Jiang explained distractedly, "Slacker Bro, President Fu told me to throw it away."

"Throw it away?" Mei Moyu was astonished. "The boss is wasting perfectly good soup! If he won't drink it, give it to me!"

Ah, well... that's true.

"Then you drink it."

He wasn't going to drink it anyway.

"Slacker Bro, did you see anyone go into the stairwell just now?"

Mei Moyu picked up the thermos and took a big gulp. "Yeah, Fan Jian. He came to deliver a document to President Fu."

"He came?"

Although Fan Jian worked at the company, he rarely came to the boss's floor, and the two didn't get along.

"Here, this document." Mei Moyu pointed. "Then he had a cigarette in his mouth, borrowed my lighter, and went to the stairwell."

Song Jiang's heart skipped a beat.

If he wasn't mistaken, the slender one inside was wearing blue clothes.

So the people kissing inside were...

All smiles toward the boss on the surface, but secretly hooking up with Fan Jian.

Ye Qingqing really had some nerve.

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