Chapter 43: There’s No Need to Threaten Me with Fainting

Chapter 43: No Need to Threaten Me with Fainting

"Xiao Song, I'm sorry!"

"Wake up quickly!"

"Xiao Song, it's all my fault!"

"..."

When Song Jiang woke up, he heard someone wailing as if mourning him. Anyone would think he had died.

"Slacker Bro, you..." Shut up, it's so noisy.

His body felt fine; he just wanted to sleep peacefully.

Mei Moyu saw Song Jiang awake, immediately grabbed his hand, and asked hurriedly, "Xiao Song, do you feel any discomfort anywhere?"

His hand was sore—damn, holding him so tight, was he trying to murder him? He had no inheritance to leave to Mei Moyu.

Song Jiang was just a bit weak; after struggling for a while, he finally pulled his hand free. "Slacker Bro, did you bring me to the hospital?"

Mei Moyu said with lingering fear, "Yeah, Xiao Song, you scared me and President Fu to death."

Song Jiang patted Mei Moyu's elbow to reassure him, smiling, "I'm fine, Slacker Bro. It's so late, you should go home and rest."

See how thoughtful he was.

Mei Moyu rubbed his eyes.

"Xiao Song, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have drunk that damn goji berry chicken soup."

"At my age, the body can't handle such strong tonics."

Song Jiang had fainted because he saw blood on Mei Moyu's nose—he's always had this issue.

A blood phobia.

Mei Moyu declared, "Xiao Song, to make up for my mistake, let me take you home!"

Song Jiang politely declined, "No need, no need, don't trouble yourself, Slacker Bro."

Just a blood phobia, no big deal. He had experienced it several times in college; just close his eyes and he'd be fine when he woke up.

Mei Moyu took the blame on himself, "What trouble? Xiao Song, you're the kid I watched enter the company. This fainting is entirely my fault."

Go home?

Home? My ass—his house keys were at the tyrant boss's place. How could he go back?

Besides, he was the tyrant boss's bed warmer. If the boss didn't agree to let him rest, how could he dare to leave on his own?

Before he fainted, the scene of the tyrant boss saying he would deduct one month's salary was still vivid in his mind.

"Where is President Fu? Is there a driver to take him home this late?"

Mei Moyu exclaimed even louder, "You have no idea, President Fu was really worried about you! It was me and President Fu who brought you to the hospital together!"

"Xiao Song, you actually made the cold-blooded and ruthless tyrant boss show some human emotion! You're amazing! How did you do that?!"

Song Jiang gave an awkward laugh.

Maybe the tyrant boss couldn't sleep without him—otherwise, why would a capitalist care about a wage slave like him?

Song Jiang asked, "Where did President Fu go?"

Mei Moyu shrugged, "I don't know. I just saw a bodyguard push the tyrant boss to the third floor of the hospital."

Song Jiang glanced at his phone—it was 11:30 PM. Did the tyrant boss need to see a doctor at this hour?

[President Fu, I'm awake]

He sent this message to find out if he still needed to go to the tyrant boss's place to sleep with him tonight.

After a while, Fu Zhichen still hadn't replied. Song Jiang insisted he was fine, and Mei Moyu finally left.

He was in a single-patient room, creepily quiet at this hour. Song Jiang decided to go find the tyrant boss.

He was wearing a hospital gown, and no one stopped him from walking around. After searching for a long time without finding Fu Zhichen, Song Jiang asked a nurse on the third floor.

The nurse said she had seen a man in a wheelchair at the orthopedics department.

When he followed the directions and arrived, the orthopedics door sign said "occupied".

Song Jiang sat down to wait at first, but it was so late he felt drowsy, so he stood up and leaned against the wall.

He could faintly hear voices inside.

"Your leg is recovering well. Normally..."

Another intimidating voice interrupted, "Doctor, watch your mouth. I'll tell you what to say, understand?"

Even at the doctor's, the tyrant boss was hopeless—the word 'domineering' was engraved in his bones.

Before Song Jiang could process the meaning of the conversation, the door beside him opened.

A bodyguard in black pushed the tyrant boss out, and they walked down the hospital corridor.

Fu Zhichen looked up at him expressionlessly. "Steward Song, why did you wander off by yourself? Where's Secretary Mei?"

Song Jiang thought the tyrant boss was caring about him, so he smiled and said, "President Fu, I'm fine. I sent Slacker Bro home."

The moment he said that, Fu Zhichen suddenly said out of the blue with a disappointed tone, "Steward Song, I didn't expect your mental toughness to be this bad."

?

Song Jiang scratched the back of his head, confused. "President Fu, what do you mean by that?"

Fu Zhichen said matter-of-factly, with an "I've got you figured out" look, "Steward Song, didn't you faint because you couldn't accept me saying I'd deduct one month's salary?"

Who spread this rumor? Was he that fragile?

Before Song Jiang could argue back, Fu Zhichen continued.

"Fine, Steward Song, I won't deduct your salary. Next time, if you have a problem with something, just say it directly. No need to faint to threaten me."

"You should know that won't work on me. I can make you disappear more easily than you think."

Didn't that sound more like the tyrant boss threatening him?

You must be joking. Doesn't the boss know at all how much a wage slave like me cherishes his life?

He can't help fainting at the sight of blood.

Song Jiang explained, "CEO Fu, I just faint at the sight of blood. I didn't faint on purpose."

Fu Zhichen frowned skeptically. "Steward Song, is there really such a condition in the world?"

Song Jiang gave a dry laugh. Looks like even the boss doesn't know everything. He replied with a phrase he had picked up on TV: "It's a big world, full of strange things."

It was his turn to show off a bit.

As the boss's subordinate, with both of them at the hospital, Song Jiang felt it was necessary to show concern for the boss.

"CEO Fu, you came to see the doctor. What did the doctor say?"

"Steward Song, what are you trying to ask?"

Song Jiang asked sincerely, "CEO Fu, I just want to know if your legs have any chance of recovery. Being in a wheelchair forever isn't the way to go."

"Steward Song, you mean you really hope I can stand up?"

"Of course. With your looks and status, standing up would definitely..." attract a bunch of fangirls.

Pfft, a bunch of fanboys!

Fu Zhichen looked straight ahead, recalling something, smirked, and then said meaningfully, "Soon."

Finally, the bodyguard escorted the two back to the villa.

As for why Song Jiang didn't drive, the boss's exact words were:

"Steward Song, I don't want to put my life in the hands of someone who just passed out from seeing blood."

It's not easy. The boss finally acted like a decent human being for once.

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