Chapter 51: Didn’t You Want to Help Me with My Zipper?

Chapter 51: Don’t You Want to Help Me with the Zipper?

"Steward Song, shouldn't you be thanking me?"

"...?"

Song Jiang pushed Fu Zhichen into the restroom.

He really didn't understand how a CEO could shamelessly announce he needed to use the bathroom in front of everyone.

Wasn't he supposed to be this aloof, cold-faced CEO?

The moment he closed the restroom door, Fu Zhichen suddenly said that.

Damn.

The CEO's persona just collapsed!

"Mr. Fu, thanks for what?" Song Jiang asked hesitantly.

He hadn't shown any disgust when he spat out that piece of meat earlier.

This was Old Madam Fu's cooking. It wouldn't be polite to say it tasted bad in front of Fu Zhichen.

Fu Zhichen raised an eyebrow at him. "Steward Song, you don't actually think you're hiding it well, do you?"

Song Jiang, "..."

"Why don't you look in the mirror? Right now, two big words are written all over your face." Fu Zhichen pointed an index finger vaguely at Song Jiang's face, moving it left and right, then added, "Tastes bad."

Song Jiang turned around expressionlessly to look in the mirror.

In the mirror, his features were neat, his face clean—where were the words "tastes bad"?

Damn it. Just because he was older, he thought he could fool him like this.

"Mr. Fu," Song Jiang gestured to his face and spread his hands, meaning there was nothing there.

Fu Zhichen crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking serious. "Steward Song, only smart people can see this. Could it be that you're misunderstanding your own intelligence?"

"Anyone that dumb wouldn't be able to see it."

Song Jiang, "..."

System, can I tear the CEO's mouth apart?

Song Jiang, confident in his own intelligence, looked back at the mirror, patted his face, and even pinched it.

Yeah, he must have been possessed to believe the CEO.

Just as Song Jiang was about to argue about his intelligence, he noticed that Fu Zhichen was also looking at him.

Their eyes met in the mirror.

The steward's skin was naturally fair, and after pinching it, red marks stood out clearly.

The corners of his almond-shaped eyes were faintly red, probably from coughing so hard earlier.

So stupid. Was it really that hard to admit the food was bad? Still being stubborn, it wasn't like he was going to eat him.

Song Jiang didn't see anything in Fu Zhichen's deep, dark eyes, so he tilted his head in confusion.

After a moment, Song Jiang let his imagination run wild—he figured the CEO was waiting for him to say something. He reluctantly gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Mr. Fu, actually, Old Madam Fu's cooking is pretty good."

Fu Zhichen found it amusing and looked at him like he was an idiot. "Steward Song, did that piece of meat poison you?"

"Don't you know that saying insincere things invites divine retribution?"

The lights in the restroom of the Fu family's old mansion were warm-toned.

A few seconds after Fu Zhichen's words, a flash of white light crossed the window.

Then, seconds later, a deafening thunderclap sounded.

"Damn."

"Game over! Heaven was coming for him!"

"Save me, save me!"

Song Jiang's heart was uneasy for a moment, but luckily, the lightning didn't actually strike him.

He rubbed the back of his head, gave a dry laugh, and changed the subject.

"Mr. Fu, we're in here." Song Jiang twirled his index finger, reminding Fu Zhichen of their current location. "Isn't it a bit inappropriate to talk about food?"

"Besides, didn't you come here to use the bathroom?"

Fu Zhichen gave a noncommittal shrug. "Steward Song, can't you tell if I'm here to use the bathroom?"

How the hell would he know? He only knew he was incredibly hungry.

Song Jiang shook his head helplessly.

Fu Zhichen chuckled lightly. "I knew you were dumb, but I didn't think you'd be this dumb."

"..."

Another clap of thunder rang out, and soon the sky started pouring rain, raindrops pattering against the window.

At the same time, someone knocked on the restroom door from outside.

"Knock knock"

"Knock"

"Hey, buddy, what are you doing bringing the steward into the bathroom with you?"

Chu Yan outside muttered to himself, "It's been so long, and you haven't finished peeing. Not a word. Did you fall into the toilet?"

Chu Yan sure could imagine things.

"Wait for me. I'll kick the door open and save you."

Should such words as "fall into the toilet" be uttered in front of a CEO?

Song Jiang was afraid Chu Yan would really kick the door, so he quickly turned his head and asked, "President Fu, are you still going to the bathroom?"

Fu Zhichen calmly asked in return, "What do you think?"

What did he think? Like hell he did!

Go if you want, bail if you don’t—it’s not like he’s the one who’s gonna blow up!

Song Jiang opened the door without hesitation, and the words spilled out without thinking.

"Just now President Fu’s zipper got stuck, and I was trying to figure out how to help him zip it up."

"..."

Chu Yan heard some huge news, his mouth forming an O-shape.

He looked at Song Jiang and nodded, then looked at Fu Zhichen and nodded repeatedly.

His expression screamed, "You two are definitely up to something!"

Fu Zhichen was amused by Song Jiang’s stupidity, and his fingers unconsciously tapped lightly on the armrest.

"Steward Song, do you even wanna hear what you just said?"

"If my zipper were really stuck," Fu Zhichen paused, staring at him, "would you actually dare to help me zip it?"

Song Jiang wanted to kick himself for his big mouth.

Just then, Tian Tian in the living room yelled, "What are you all standing at the bathroom door for? Come eat!"

Song Jiang looked down left and right—was there a pit anywhere? He wanted to jump in.

At this point, if he said it was a slip of the tongue, would Chu Yan believe him?

Would President Fu believe him?

Two men going into a one-stall bathroom, zipping a zipper—it was the best excuse he could come up with.

So why was it so awkward now?

What’s so bad about zipping a zipper?

Chu Yan made a remark as he headed back to the table, "Little steward, I’ve got my eye on you."

The last word was drawn out, sounding smug.

"..."

"Steward Song, not talking anymore?" Fu Zhichen pressed on, "Don’t you want to help me zip my zipper?"

Song Jiang finally realized that Fu Zhichen was completely teasing him on purpose.

The key was that he couldn’t refute it, because he was the one who first said something that invited wild speculation.

Song Jiang said nothing, just kept pushing Fu Zhichen back to the table. In front of Grandma Fu, the CEO certainly wouldn’t dare to say such ambiguous things again.

At the table, his bowl and Fu Zhichen’s bowl had already been piled into little mountains.

Well, well, Song Jiang glanced at the culprit.

"Steward Song, just eat!"

"I made all of it. Isn’t that what friends do—support each other?"

Support? It’s lucky he didn’t wreck the whole meal.

In the end, Song Jiang couldn’t resist Tian Tian’s enthusiasm and picked the smallest piece to put in his mouth.

The taste was unexpectedly not bad.

By "not bad," he meant it preserved the original flavor of the greens.

By the end of the meal, the dishes Tian Tian made were completely polished off.

Tian Tian couldn't stop smiling, thinking she must have scored points with Brother Zhichen.

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