Chapter 45

Chapter 45

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Song Jiang simply closed his eyes.

Really, he was going crazy.

Song Jiang didn't dare waste any time.

"Mr. Fu, I'm sorry."

Song Jiang kept his eyes shut, his movements a bit flustered.

Maybe because he was too nervous, his forearm trembled, unsteady, and he fell back down.

His face landed on Fu Zhichen's abdominal muscles, bumping his nose hard.

Fu Zhichen's palm cupped Song Jiang's head.

"Steward Song."

He could hear the restraint in Fu Zhichen's voice.

"Mr. Fu, I'm... I'm sorry." Song Jiang stammered again.

"Steward Song, I suggest you stop breathing right now."

?

Again, Song Jiang didn't get what Fu Zhichen meant. What was wrong with breathing?

Curiosity killed the cat, so he opened his eyes a crack.

Fu Zhichen's upper body was leaning against the headboard. In Song Jiang's movement of sitting up, the blanket happened to slip off at just the right moment.

His breaths carried through the air.

?

"Mr. Fu..." Song Jiang called out, at a loss, in a small voice.

Fu Zhichen's breathing grew heavier and heavier. He didn't respond to Song Jiang for a moment, and the hand in his hair pressed down hard.

As if its owner would lose control in the next second and drag him into the abyss.

Song Jiang had never been in such an awkward situation and was terrified. All the while, he didn't dare breathe or speak. Before long, his face turned red from holding his breath too long.

Fu Zhichen noticed Song Jiang had gone still.

"Steward Song, are you trying to suffocate yourself?"

He hadn't even done anything, and this little steward was already this scared. So stupid.

"Mr. Fu, should I, um, take you to...?"

Fu Zhichen's voice was very nasal. "Steward Song, do you want me to get sick again?"

Remembering that the last time the CEO took a bath, he ended up with a fever.

Song Jiang relented.

"What if I told you to tie me up?"

"Wha-what... what?" Song Jiang couldn't believe what he had just heard.

He tie him up? …Tie up the CEO?

Under these circumstances, tie up the CEO?

Was the CEO going crazy, or was he hallucinating?

"Mr. Fu, I can't tie you up." Song Jiang's voice trembled.

"Alright, Steward Song, just stay put and don't move," Fu Zhichen said. "When you breathe, face me."

Song Jiang quickly turned his head, turning toward Fu Zhichen's chin, and took a few deep breaths.

From his position, he could clearly see Fu Zhichen's Adam's apple and chin forming a smooth, sexy line.

What the hell? How had he ended up like an octopus?

Song Jiang couldn't make sense of it.

Neither of them spoke again.

After a long while, Song Jiang couldn't help but wonder—was the CEO like this...?

"Mr. Fu..."

To avoid touching Fu Zhichen, Song Jiang's hands were propped awkwardly on the bed. After a while, he got very uncomfortable.

Fu Zhichen answered his unanswered question. "Steward Song, you should know that you and I are different."

...

Wait, this wasn't something he should be concerned about.

He couldn't help suggesting again. "Mr. Fu, maybe I should just leave?"

After a moment, the corners of Fu Zhichen's eyes reddened as he looked down at him.

"No need, Steward Song. Just talk to me."

Could that even work?

He said what he'd wanted to say from the beginning. "Mr. Fu...?"

He felt like the CEO was using him.

Fu Zhichen narrowed his eyes and curled his lips into a smirk as he retorted. "Steward Song, you've got the nerve to mention that?"

"You're hanging onto me like a kangaroo right now. I'm starting to suspect you have ulterior motives and are plotting against me."

"According to the contract, Party B has to pay Party A a set amount in compensation."

"..."

He hadn’t even mentioned money, yet the CEO could read his mind again.

Song Jiang didn’t dare to continue, so he changed the subject.

“Mr. Fu, what time is it now?”

He had just looked at his phone but hadn’t noticed the time. His gut said he was definitely late.

Fu Zhichen said, his voice hoarse, “It’s ten in the morning, Steward Song. Because of you, I can only work here.”

His words sounded accusatory, but Song Jiang couldn’t detect any reproachful tone.

Ten o’clock? Didn’t his alarm go off?

“Mr. Fu, did you turn off my alarm?”

“Steward Song, your alarm is really...” Fu Zhichen recalled something, making a disgusted face, and after a long pause he forced out two words, “Rowdy.”

“Rowdy”? Fine, but you’d better change it.”

“...”

Song Jiang just gave a forced, fake laugh. No way. A working person’s go-to wake-up ringtone—if he changed it, he’d be unmotivated all day.

“Mr. Fu, you could have woken me up,” Song Jiang said helplessly.

Fu Zhichen looked at him with a half-smile and retorted, “Steward Song, do you think I didn’t call you?”

His sleep wasn’t so deep that he couldn’t be woken up, was it?

And he hadn’t heard the boss calling him? Had he really called?

The more Song Jiang thought about it, the weirder it seemed, but he didn’t dare to ask.

So he could only stammer an explanation.

“Mr. Fu, is it possible... well, actually, I still felt light-headed from seeing blood yesterday and passed out again, which is why I couldn’t be woken up.”

He was spouting nonsense.

“Steward Song, is that so?”

“I thought it was because you were reluctant to leave.”

Song Jiang almost choked.

Hey, is this 911? He wanted to call the police. The boss was flipping the script again!

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