Chapter 49: Are You Flirting Right in Front of Me?

Chapter 49: Is that flirting right in front of me?

Song Jiang covered his face and ran off.

Yes, it could be described as fled in panic.

Like a virtuous maiden swearing death over submitting to a wealthy landlord.

What the hell kind of "seduction" was that?

The CEO must have taken the wrong meds today.

Even though he knew the CEO didn't like women, he never thought the CEO would take a fancy to him.

Someone so ordinary, stingy, and money-grubbing.

When the CEO said "seducing him into crime," he figured he hadn't even taken off his clothes, so how was that seduction?

His instinct told him the CEO's next words would be cutting.

Most likely, "Steward Song, you don't think I could possibly take a liking to someone like you, do you?"

Or maybe, "Steward Song, seducing me into crime comes at an additional cost."

And so on.

Wait, did the CEO think that when he patted his own face and blinked a few times earlier, he was flirting?

He was just trying to calm himself down and stay clear-headed—the CEO better not overthink it!

Truth be told, even if he had the guts of a bear, he wouldn't dare seduce the CEO.

With the CEO's mouth that could poison anyone, if he could keep it shut and silent daily, he might reluctantly consider it.

But if not, wouldn't that be like walking straight into a scolding?

Terrifying, absolutely terrifying—he couldn't last another day in this novel! System! System, get your ass out here!!

Song Jiang rushed all the way into the bathroom, cranked the faucet to cold—cold water! He needed cold water to cool down.

When he had run out earlier, he realized his body temperature was abnormally high.

In front of Fu Zhichen, that human icebox that naturally emits cold air, he actually blushed and felt hot?

Song Jiang pondered it for days without finding an answer, so he avoided the CEO for a few days.

It wasn't really running away, since the CEO was still his boss.

He just tried to avoid being alone in the same space with the CEO as much as possible.

Luckily, the CEO was busy with the acquisition of Ye Corporation; everyone in the company was busy except Song Jiang.

Song Jiang smiled with relief. "Good, good. CEO, CEO, make money faster. Paycheck, paycheck, come sooner."

Every day, Song Jiang would pick at his food, wolf down a couple of bites, and bolt. In the car driving the CEO home, he played soft music. Back at the villa, he'd lie on the bed, close his eyes, and sleep.

Fortunately, Fu Zhichen didn't specifically seek him out to ask about it, and reverted to his usual aloof CEO persona.

Everything returned to normal.

That day at six in the evening, the CEO suddenly said they'd leave work early.

What could possibly require the CEO to stop working and handle it in person?

Fu Zhichen took off his gold-rimmed glasses, which he only wore during work, looking tired as he rubbed his temples. "Steward Song, get the car. We're going to the old family mansion today."

"Understood, CEO Fu."

As the name suggested, the old family mansion was where the CEO grew up.

It was Song Jiang's first time at the old family mansion. When he drove up, he was stunned.

Was this villa built halfway up the mountain for real?

Desolate and uninhabited, with barely any buildings around.

No wonder NPCs in those novels would easily die from minor illnesses—the golden hour for rescue was all spent on those long, winding mountain roads.

Song Jiang drove through the main gate. An old man with a white beard seemed to be deliberately waiting for the CEO.

The white-bearded old man was dressed just like a butler from a fairy tale: a suit with a matching butterfly-shaped bow tie at his collar.

Song Jiang then glanced at his own suit, which wasn't exactly well-fitted, and his tie, which he had only learned to knot a few days ago.

Ah, this—same job title, but what a difference.

The white-bearded old man walked up to Fu Zhichen, bowed, and said, "Young master, you're back. The old lady is cooking today."

"What's gotten into her today?" Fu Zhichen snorted.

The white-bearded old man wore an impeccable smile.

Far more professional than Song Jiang's smile, Song Jiang secretly thought. The old man was indeed a master; he needed to learn from him.

"Young master, cooking is the old lady's hobby—you know that."

Fu Zhichen frowned, showing a complicated expression. "Don't let her into the kitchen from now on."

Song Jiang was surprised. The CEO actually looked down on the old lady's cooking? So unfilial!

Song Jiang thought he had no role here and just needed to follow them in. But then the butler looked at him again.

"You must be the young master's personal steward. The old lady heard about Miss Ye and asked me to thank you first. She said you must eat plenty when you go in."

Thank me? For what? He just told the CEO to warn Grandma Fu about Ye Qingqing—such a trivial matter, no need for a special thank-you.

Fu Zhichen also chimed in at that moment, his tone a bit gloating. "Steward Song, eat plenty."

Song Jiang was baffled. Eat plenty? Fine, eat plenty.

Eat plenty so he could grow taller.

The three entered the villa together. Two other people were sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"Oh, the busy man of the Fu family has returned." Fan Jian had his legs propped up on the coffee table, his face showing undisguised sarcasm.

Chu Yan sat farthest from Fan Jian, his cheek slightly puffed as he ate something, speaking slowly.

"Only a slacker like you has time to be lazy, always making cutting remarks."

Fan Jian said angrily, "Chu Yan, I'm talking to my cousin, why are you cutting in!"

Chu Yan ignored him and waved at Fu Zhichen, "Bro, come here quick, try this orange I peeled for you myself, it's crazy sweet."

Fu Zhichen glanced at them expressionlessly, "Get lost."

Song Jiang felt this was aimed at Fan Jian.

Seeing Fu Zhichen ignoring him, Chu Yan wasn't surprised. He walked over with the orange in his hand and slung his arm around Song Jiang's shoulder.

"Little steward, have a taste, trust me. This orange, Brother Chu won't lie to you – if it's not sweet, you don't have to pay."

"..."

It was free anyway.

Before Song Jiang could refuse, Chu Yan brought the orange to his mouth.

Song Jiang reluctantly opened his mouth, but as soon as he took a bite, a pained grimace appeared.

He really fell for Chu Yan's trick!

So, so, so unbelievably sour!

Who bought this orange? Fire them, no question!

No joke, that sourness could knock your teeth out, it was unbearable. Song Jiang glared fiercely at Chu Yan, signaling that he wanted to spit it out.

But before he could say anything, Chu Yan forcefully covered his mouth while grinning.

"Little steward, it'd be rude to spit it out, you're disrespecting Brother Chu."

Damn it! In just that moment, the sourness spread wildly in his mouth, and Song Jiang's face scrunched up.

He had no choice but to swallow the orange.

Then he wriggled free from Chu Yan's grip, grabbed the remaining orange, and shoved it into Chu Yan's mouth.

"Eat, eat, eat it all!"

"If a tiger doesn't roar, do you think I'm Hello Kitty?!"

Fu Zhichen, who had been silent all along, saw the two horsing around as if no one else was there, and found it more and more irritating.

Steward Song was having fun with someone else – his displeasure was evident.

A chilly aura emanated from him, and he finally spoke.

"Steward Song, are you and Chu Yan flirting right in front of me?"

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