Chapter 48: With You, I’m Offering Something Unique

Chapter 48: I Treat You Uniquely

"Steward Song, if you're dumb, fine, but if you don't learn properly, then you're just plain stupid."

Fu Zhichen always carried a faint scent of cool sandalwood, hard to detect unless you were close.

And now, this cool fragrance suddenly enveloped Song Jiang completely.

He'd never seen the CEO wear cologne—could this be what they called natural body scent?

His face flushed a sudden red.

"Fu..."

"Mr. Fu..."

Song Jiang stammered. His hands didn't dare exert force; letting go now would seem deliberate, yet two grown men holding hands was strange in itself.

In this inexplicably awkwardly intimate atmosphere, Song Jiang's breathing slowed by several beats.

Fu Zhichen's thin lips curled imperceptibly, ignoring the romantic tension between them.

The corners of his eyes held a smile he couldn't hide as he said slowly, emphasizing each word.

"Steward Song, others wouldn't even have the chance to be taught by me," Fu Zhichen said. "I'm making an exception just for you."

Uniquely...

What did that mean? That cracking down on him was the 'exception'? He had no objection to that.

Song Jiang's mind went blank for a moment.

In that brief moment of distraction, Fu Zhichen silently and completely enveloped Song Jiang's hand.

Song Jiang lowered his head.

He had always thought Fu Zhichen's skin was fair for a man, but compared to his own, it was actually a whole shade darker.

Fu Zhichen's hands were well-shaped, the classic type from novels—clear veins, slender and clean, with faintly raised pale blue veins.

When they wrapped around his hand, there was a faint sense of possession, and Song Jiang could feel the warmth and calluses in Fu Zhichen's palm very clearly.

That unfamiliar warmth seemed to flow like a current through his palm.

Yet Fu Zhichen's fingertips carried a slight chill, and this interplay of hot and cold left Song Jiang dazed.

In his trance, the large hand with distinct veins had already guided his hand to touch his own striped tie.

His body felt frozen, as if possessed. Strangely, he didn't pull away; instead, he let the man guide his hand.

"Steward Song, first grasp it here, then loop it around, and then..."

At the same time, Fu Zhichen's fingertips inadvertently grazed his knuckles, and it seemed intentional, as they rubbed back and forth across the joints.

Each cool touch made his body tremble.

Fu Zhichen's usual voice was magnetic and commanding, but now the voice reaching his ears was casual.

Yet if he listened closely, there was a hint of tenderness.

"Steward Song, have you learned?"

Song Jiang thought he must be bewitched by Fu Zhichen's voice, because he shook his head.

Fu Zhichen suddenly stared at him without moving, his dark eyes darkening.

The little steward's almond eyes were bewildered, his pupils dilating slightly with his movements, long lashes fluttering like little fans.

His gaze unconsciously drifted down, landing on those lips that always said such inexplicable things.

The little steward might have bitten them, or perhaps pursed them.

Either way, the full lips looked unnaturally red.

Not the red of lipstick, but a natural, healthy red that came from within.

Tsk, made him want to ravage them; they looked good enough to kiss.

Just as Song Jiang was about to change his mind and pull his hand back, Fu Zhichen suddenly tightened his grip, as if afraid he would escape, holding him with even greater force.

"Steward Song..."

Song Jiang expected Fu Zhichen to mock him, call him slow or stupid, or say he had a thick skull. But that wasn't the case.

He heard Fu Zhichen say softly, "It's okay, let's try again."

Song Jiang didn't understand why Fu Zhichen was so patient with him today. Perhaps it was because he was in a good mood about the upcoming acquisition of Ye Group?

This time, Fu Zhichen taught him more thoroughly. If he still didn't learn, he felt Fu Zhichen would definitely chew him out.

Song Jiang looked up to nod, only to find Fu Zhichen's eyes were filled with a deep smile.

In that moment, he suddenly panicked, like a startled rabbit, quickly pulling his hand away and shifting his body back against the sofa.

His instinct told him that Fu Zhichen's smile was thought-provoking, suggestive, and definitely not right.

Fu Zhichen didn't get angry at his reaction. Instead, he asked softly, "Have you learned?"

Song Jiang nodded quickly.

"Good," said Fu Zhichen, moving his hands casually. "Steward Song, now let me test you."

Fu Zhichen quickly removed his own tie, laid it flat on his palm, and motioned with his eyes.

"Tie it for me."

Song Jiang's lips parted slightly, wanting to refuse, but the words wouldn't come out.

Fu Zhichen had been not only patient but careful in explaining things to him, taught him well, and hadn't deducted his wages—that was rare.

If he refused now, Fu Zhichen might have a problem with it. He hesitated for a few seconds, but came to no conclusion.

It was just tying a tie again. What was so hard about that?

Having convinced himself, Song Jiang straightened his back. He didn't let Fu Zhichen come closer, yet the cool sandalwood scent immediately hit him.

Song Jiang was surprised. When he lifted his gaze, he met Fu Zhichen's dark eyes, like a whirlpool.

He didn't understand why a flicker of desire flashed across Fu Zhichen's eyes when he looked at him, only to be quickly suppressed.

Song Jiang took the tie, recalled the actions Fu Zhichen had just taught him, and began to tie it.

He looped the tie around Fu Zhichen's neck, through the collar, and tried to tie a knot; unfortunately, he didn't succeed on the first try.

Fortunately, Fu Zhichen didn't interrupt him, but just quietly watched him.

After several failed attempts, Song Jiang got a bit frustrated; a blush of embarrassment crept up his cheeks, mixing with the redness that was still there.

Little did he know that this time, his ears, along with his fair and slender neck, were completely red.

"Steward Song, if you haven't learned it yet, there's no need to act like you have."

After saying that, Fu Zhichen was about to teach him again, but Song Jiang resolutely swatted his hand away.

He didn't want to go through Fu Zhichen holding his hand without permission again.

"Mr. Fu, trust me, I can do it. I really have learned. I was just checking if there were other ways to tie a tie, trying to be creative."

"Steward Song, you haven't even learned to crawl before you want to run?"

"Damn, I dug myself into a hole."

Song Jiang could only brush it off with a silly laugh.

Fu Zhichen's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and he couldn't help but say, "Steward Song, do you know you look like a cooked duck right now?"

Song Jiang didn't notice that Fu Zhichen's gaze at him was like looking at prey.

He silently repeated the sentence twice before understanding what it meant.

He suddenly raised his hand and placed it on his cheek.

Oh my god, this temperature is hotter than when he had a 104-degree fever.

Could he have some terminal illness?

Fu Zhichen took in all of Song Jiang's little expressions; the little steward was such a dummy.

"Steward Song, with that look... are you trying to seduce me into doing something wrong?"

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