Chapter 53: Baby, Don’t Move

Chapter 53: Baby, Don’t Move

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He wondered: the tycoon hadn’t drunk tonight, right? So why the nonsense?

What did he mean by locking him by his side?

He was just a wage slave who signed a bed-sharing contract with the tycoon, not a deed of sale.

And he called it “hooking up”? Seriously.

Cooking a late-night snack counts as hooking up?

What kind of twisted logic is that?

He didn’t understand, but the tycoon must have a reason for saying it.

He didn’t dare argue.

Song Jiang’s long lashes fluttered slightly, his eyes dazed and shifting. Even though the tycoon forced the little steward to meet his eyes, with only a few centimeters between them, the little steward was still distracted.

This guy needs a lesson.

Fu Zhichen released his grip on Song Jiang’s collar and moved his hand to his chin.

He gently raised his index finger, exuding the superiority of an alpha CEO, making Song Jiang entirely forget to struggle.

“Steward Song, if there’s a next time, I mean what I say.”

The gaze in Fu Zhichen’s eyes became increasingly unsettling, as if he might lose control and do something at any moment.

Song Jiang bit his lower lip. He wasn’t the tycoon’s exclusive property—why was he being treated like this!

Even if, hypothetically, he were Fu Zhichen’s exclusive possession, according to normal novel logic, Fu Zhichen should cherish and love him!

What’s with this harsh tone now?

Under Fu Zhichen’s suffocating pressure, Song Jiang could only swallow hard.

He dared not say a word.

At that moment, Fu Zhichen’s gaze deepened.

Song Jiang felt like a lone boat at sea, hitting a reef, detouring and losing its original course, then encountering a sudden accident and being sucked into a whirlpool from which no one could escape.

Suddenly, the sound of the door pushing open came without warning.

“Zhichen, you’re still awake, right?”

It was Grandma Fu.

Song Jiang’s heart trembled.

Were he and Fu Zhichen about to be discovered?

What should he do? Would Grandma Fu fire him over this?

How much longer would it take him to return to his original world without this job?

Questions popped up one after another, and Song Jiang’s mind went into standby mode for a few seconds.

Fu Zhichen reacted quickly, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him with brute force.

As Fu Zhichen exerted his strength, Song Jiang snapped back to reality. In a flash, he was on the bed.

He wasn’t lying on the bed; instead, Fu Zhichen pressed him down, forcing him to lie on top of him.

His face was buried in Fu Zhichen’s chest, facing downward.

His hands, panicked from the sudden imbalance, accidentally wrapped around Fu Zhichen’s waist.

The scent of cold sandalwood quickly filled his nostrils. This sudden proximity, just for a few seconds, made Song Jiang feel like he was burning up.

He wanted to move, but the footsteps had already stopped, meaning the person had already sat down in the room.

If he moved even a little now, they would definitely be discovered.

“Zhichen, Tian Tian said it’s thundering outside, and she’s too scared to sleep alone.”

“She’ll stay in your room for a while and leave when the thunder stops. What do you think?” Grandma Fu used a question, but her tone allowed no refusal.

Using his hand already under the blanket, Fu Zhichen slowly slid it into Song Jiang’s hair, massaging his scalp with his fingertips, as if soothing his nervousness. He asked slowly and lazily, “Grandma Fu, are you sure she’s really scared?”

Tian Tian hid behind Grandma Fu and shrank back. “Brother Zhichen, I didn’t mean to bother you.”

“Whenever there’s thunder, wind, and heavy rain, it reminds me of a bad memory.”

“When I was four, my parents were busy with work and weren’t home, even the nanny had gone home, and I had to stay alone in the villa.”

“…”

Tian Tian sounded wronged, recounting every detail.

“This is a childhood trauma of mine. Brother Zhichen, I’m not lying to you at all.”

Feeling the abnormal rising and falling of the breathing of the person in his arms, Fu Zhichen’s large hand moved from the part in his hair down to his soft ear, rubbing it with his thumb and index finger.

Song Jiang was going to explode!

He felt like they were a couple having a secret affair.

Since Tian Tian had gone that far, Fu Zhichen couldn’t very well refuse.

“There’s more than one man also in this villa. You can find someone else.”

“Then who?” Tian Tian asked. “You mean Steward Song? Or Chu Yan?”

Tian Tian argued logically, “Steward Song looks so weak and frail; he’s probably hiding under his covers in fear.”

Spot on, Tian Tian guessed correctly about the hiding-under-the-covers part.

But using the word “frail” to describe him—what kind of image does Tian Tian have of him?

He was nearly eight feet tall, and yet people actually looked down on him!? Who could stand that!

Song Jiang's hand involuntarily clenched.

Tian Tian continued, "Chu Yan snores when he sleeps. I don't want to stay in the same room with him."

"Miss Tian, at this hour," Fu Zhichen said, pointing at the clock without changing his expression, "given Chu Yan's routine, he's definitely not asleep."

Tian Tian pouted, lightly tugging at Old Madam Fu's sleeve, as if seeking help.

Old Madam Fu indeed spoke up to object, "No. Tian Tian's room is right next door, while the other two's rooms are quite far away."

"Then it won't be convenient for Tian Tian to go back and forth. Do you want a little girl like Tian Tian to walk in the dark? She would be so scared!"

"No matter what you say, I won't agree."

"..."

That excuse was really far-fetched.

Song Jiang stopped listening. He found it boring. Tian Tian didn't seem to be lying; many rich kids had that issue.

True or false didn't matter to him at all.

Song Jiang, now calmer, suddenly realized something.

No, it's not like he came to the CEO's room to do something shameful.

Why was he hiding?

He had originally come up to deliver a late-night snack to the CEO; the noodles were still on the table. He had physical proof, so what was he panicking about?

Bah, he wasn't panicking. The CEO had dragged him up here.

That was utterly ridiculous.

But now that things had come to this, going out in front of Old Madam Fu and Tian Tian would be even harder to explain.

Making money wasn't easy. Song Jiang sighed.

As Song Jiang's mind wandered, Fu Zhichen's big hand reached for a soft spot on the back of his neck, kneading it gently, over and over.

He didn't get why he felt both sensitive and comfortable.

Perhaps it was the hypnotic effect of the cool sandalwood scent, or something else.

In any case, he had already fallen asleep before Old Madam Fu and Tian Tian had even left.

Just as he was half-asleep, someone whispered softly.

"It's cuter when you're obedient."

?

Then his ear was enveloped by something warm and a little damp, followed by sucking—a sucking with a hint of punishment.

So much so that his ear still hurt when he woke up the next morning.

Song Jiang touched his ear and became lost in thought.

Could there be mosquitoes in the room???

Song Jiang's movements disturbed Fu Zhichen, who stirred as well.

His voice was hoarse with sleepiness, "Be good, sleep a little longer."

The arm around his waist tightened.

Song Jiang really felt... the CEO was much gentler when he was half-asleep.

He couldn't help but touch his ear again.

The next second, Fu Zhichen clasped his hand and whispered in his ear.

"Baby, don't move."

"..."

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