Chapter 47: With Me Here, Who Dares to Extort You?

Chapter 47: With Me Here, Who Dares to Scam You

Whether it was Song Jiang's illusion or not, he felt that a flicker of something else had passed through Fu Zhichen's dark eyes.

No way—he was the one being dragged along by Ye Qingqing, and he hadn't even gotten nervous yet. Why the hell is the big boss so worked up?

The security guards, who had been standing around watching the spectacle, finally started to move upon hearing their boss's voice.

As expected of novel NPCs—if the protagonist doesn't show up, the plot doesn't advance, and they just stand there like statues.

Soon, Ye Qingqing, small as a chick, was hoisted by two security guards, her arms held by two security guards under her shoulders.

Gotta hand it to the big boss—just those few shouts had pulled him out of a tight spot and silenced everyone present.

The big boss was so domineering, especially with those three words, "my people." His entrance was like that of a savior. No wonder all the female characters in the novel threw themselves at him.

If he were a woman, he'd be tempted to secretly give his heart to the big boss!

Song Jiang shook his sore arm, throbbing from Ye Qingqing's grip, and took a couple of deep breaths before finally calming down.

Women were truly terrifying. Good thing that he'd never been in a relationship.

The leading security guard asked, "President Fu, how should we handle this woman?"

Fu Zhichen cast a cold glance at everyone present, his face inexpressibly dark, lowering the temperature in the lobby by a few degrees.

"Throw her out. Don't let her into the company from now on."

"Understood."

The Little White Flower from a few days ago and the shrewish woman now couldn't be more different—like night and day.

As Ye Qingqing was dragged away, she kept screaming, "You cripple in a wheelchair, what's so great about you? I curse you to die a miserable death! Better yet, be stuck in that wheelchair for life!"

"Fu Zhichen! I was blind to have liked you!"

"If there's a next life, I never want to meet you again!"

"..."

Standard villainess exit lines.

The woman was quickly dragged away. Song Jiang was unmoved by the scene.

His tie had been loosened during the struggle, and he was figuring out how to re-tie it.

If it weren't for the big boss requiring everyone in the company to dress in formal wear, he wouldn't bother with this—hoodie and wide-leg pants were way more comfortable.

Despite looking like a sharp-dressed elite in his suit for days, he actually didn't know how to tie a tie. He just tucked it into his jacket every day, where no one could see it.

"Steward Song, are you standing here to be a Door God?"

"..."

Oh, so the big boss had finished dealing with the villainess and was now turning his attention to his lowly wage earner.

The farce quickly came to an end with Fu Zhichen's arrival.

The two returned to the top-floor office together.

Because Fu Zhichen was in his wheelchair, they ended up back to back.

Song Jiang didn't notice that Fu Zhichen's chest was rising and falling twice as fast as normal.

He only noticed that Fu Zhichen's tone was somewhat stern.

"Song Jiang, did you sleep too long today and forget your brain in bed?"

"..."

The big boss really knew how to insult people—if his brain had come loose from his neck, then the person standing here would be a bloody, headless corpse.

As far as he could recall, this was the first time Fu Zhichen had called him by his full name at work. Song Jiang was just taken aback.

He hadn't yet figured out how to retort when the office fell so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"Nothing to say?"

He had no idea why Fu Zhichen's tone carried a trace of anger.

Song Jiang muttered timidly, "President Fu, my head is fine. It's still here."

"Since your brain is still in your head, I'm particularly curious—why didn't you break free when Ye Qingqing grabbed you just now?"

Was he supposed to admit he couldn't break free because he was weaker than a woman?

No way. Too embarrassing. Never in a million years.

Silence was the Cambridge of tonight—quietly, he slipped away...

"President Fu, as a man, I'm strong. I was afraid she'd fall if I used too much force."

Yes, that's right—he was a polite gentleman who cherished women. That's the image he wanted to project.

Song Jiang silently vowed to himself to eat an extra bowl of rice at every meal from now on! Build muscle!

Fu Zhichen irritably tugged at his collar and undid the top two buttons of his shirt.

"Steward Song, do you think you're a reincarnation of the Bodhisattva? What does she have to do with you?"

Song Jiang recalled news reports about people who faked injuries to extort money, so he spouted nonsense off the top of his head.

"President Fu, I was afraid she'd scam me. If I pushed her down, she'd make me pay her medical bills."

That was a pretty solid reason.

Fu Zhichen laughed in anger. "Steward Song, get this straight—you're one of my people."

"With me here, who dares to scam you?"

Ah!!! Song Jiang admitted his heart was racing like a startled deer at that moment!

The big boss was so unfair when he talked like that!

The protectiveness in his words—who wouldn't be smitten?

"Go get me a glass of water."

Song Jiang trotted off happily. The tense atmosphere eased into calm.

After drinking water, Fu Zhichen’s color returned to his face. He narrowed his eyes at him and ordered.

“What are you hiding in your hand? Show it.”

Song Jiang had tried to hide the tie behind his back, but still got caught.

Is the CEO all-seeing or Sherlock Holmes?

He could only think about being fined for improper attire.

Fu Zhichen tilted his head, pointing to the hand holding the tie. “Steward Song, I saw you fiddling with it downstairs.”

“What, are your hands so clumsy you can’t even tie a tie?”

Congratulations, the CEO guessed right again.

Song Jiang offered an excuse. “CEO Fu, Miss Ye pulled it down. I just haven’t had time to tie it properly.”

When the young steward felt guilty and lacked confidence, his hands subconsciously tugged at his trouser seams—this was a conclusion Fu Zhichen had drawn after multiple observations.

He’s really good at talking back.

“Bring the tie over.”

Song Jiang, like a guilty child, reluctantly handed over his tie.

They were positioned perfectly.

There was an armchair in the office, and Fu Zhichen told Song Jiang to sit on it.

Because of the height difference, Song Jiang was half a head shorter than Fu Zhichen after sitting down.

Fu Zhichen’s action of grabbing his shirt collar wasn’t gentle; it was rough and domineering.

“Steward Song, watch carefully—I’ll only teach you once.”

Because of tying the tie, the distance between them was uncomfortably close, and their breaths landed on each other’s necks.

Song Jiang’s neck was already sensitive, and at this moment he couldn’t focus on what Fu Zhichen was saying; his eyes glazed over, staring fixedly at Fu Zhichen.

He only felt that the voice was inexplicably deep and sexy, lingering in his mind for a long time.

Fu Zhichen said, “Steward Song, I know I’m handsome, but you don’t have to be so surprised you don’t even blink.”

“…”

Narcissist, Song Jiang thought to himself.

Then he thought seriously: With the CEO’s rugged features and inherent confidence, he had reason to be narcissistic.

“CEO Fu, I can do it myself.” Song Jiang, snapping out of his daze, appeared slightly flustered.

When he came to his senses, his hands were already resting on Fu Zhichen’s broad hands.

Fu Zhichen slowly stopped his action and looked up, slightly surprised.

Song Jiang blinked in confusion twice and heard Fu Zhichen say.

(After much deliberation, the author has decided to bring back two chapters!!! Another chapter will come later, wait for me ღ(✞╹◡╹✞)ற)

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