Chapter 54: Who Would Want You, Being This Stupid?

Chapter 54: Who Would Want You When You're This Dumb

He was screwed.

Song Jiang's entire body froze, his breath catching for a moment. In that instant, he felt utterly doomed.

Was that "baby" meant for him?

Too unfair!

The CEO was definitely a cunning little fox in a past life—no one could argue otherwise.

This casual flirtation hit him right in the feels.

The atmosphere was so lovey-dovey that Song Jiang couldn't bear it. After staying in bed with Fu Zhichen for two more minutes, he forced Fu Zhichen's hand off him, covered his face, and ran away.

He feared that one more second would make his heart burst out of his chest.

Song Jiang planned to tiptoe back to his room unnoticed.

He figured it was early enough that no one would see him.

But dreams are sweet, and reality is harsh.

Tian Tian, who was staying next door to Fu Zhichen, came out in her nightgown, rubbing her eyes.

"Huh, Steward Song, what are you doing here so early in the morning?"

"..."

Song Jiang's heart pounded. He couldn't very well say he'd slept in the CEO's room all night.

If Tian Tian knew, she'd be crushed. She hadn't even made it into the CEO's bed, and he'd already beaten her to it.

Song Jiang rubbed his nose, then his ear, then the back of his neck—a chain of nervous tics that Fu Zhichen would have instantly pegged as guilt.

"Oh, Tian Tian, morning. I had to pee, so I got up to use the toilet."

"Huh?" Tian Tian looked confused, glanced behind her as if checking something, then pointed at Song Jiang.

"Did I remember wrong? Doesn't every room have its own bathroom?"

"..."

"Hahaha, yeah, that's right."

That little rascal's mind is too sharp this early.

"But the toilet in my room broke—won't flush. So I had to come out early." Song Jiang asked carefully, "I didn't disturb you, did I?"

Tian Tian quickly shook her hands in denial. "No, no, Steward Song. I was up early anyway!"

"This is such a rare chance—sleeping at Brother Zhichen's, right next to his room, just one wall away."

"By extension, that's practically like sleeping in the same room! I'm so happy!"

Tian Tian continued, gesticulating wildly.

"I was so excited last night I didn't fall asleep until super late!"

"What if I slept in and he thought I was a lazy girl? My image would be totally ruined!"

Silly girl—no matter what she did, the CEO would never fall for her.

Song Jiang said nothing, sighed, and left.

At least Tian Tian was easy to fool.

But no sooner had he relaxed than, as he passed Chu Yan's room, the door swung open from inside.

"..."

Is this for real? This coincidence can't be real, right?

System! Spill it—did you set this up?

A probability of less than a percent—and it just had to happen!

With odds like this, why couldn't a hundred million in cash just rain down and kill him?

Chu Yan, his hair a mess, scratched his head a few times. "Little steward, good morning."

Song Jiang gritted his teeth and plastered on a professional smile. "Good morning, Young Master Chu."

Chu Yan asked, equally puzzled as Tian Tian, "What are you doing here so early?"

Song Jiang was just about to rehash the same excuse he'd given Tian Tian when Chu Yan suddenly had a lightbulb moment.

"Oh, I get it. Little steward, is this your shift start time?"

As the next heir of the Chu Group, he was sharp as a tack!

Song Jiang, looking pleased, nodded with a smile. "Does Young Master Chu usually get up this early too?"

Chu Yan stretched. "Don't even get me started. If my old man hadn't told me to never be late for work at any cost, I'd sleep till late afternoon for sure."

Wow. His sleep schedule was even better than a pig's.

Chu Yan yawned again. "By the way, I knocked on your door last night—why didn't you answer?"

Song Jiang felt like screaming! He'd already made him a midnight snack—what more did he want at this hour?

But he quickly swallowed his frustration and forced an explanation. "Maybe I was already asleep."

"Did you need something from me last night, Young Master Chu?"

Chu Yan said casually, "Nothing much. I was looking for you to play games together. That damn thunder was so loud, I couldn't sleep at all."

Thunder, loud, couldn't sleep?

Then how come he hadn't woken up even once last night???

Song Jiang just chalked it up to being too tired and sleepy.

Going back to his room to freshen up, uh...

Wait, wait, wait.

He doesn't have any spare clothes here.

What's he gonna wear to work?

The old mansion is pretty far from the office, so he won't have enough time to go back and swap into a suit.

So… is he seriously gonna show up at the office in his pajamas???

Oh hell no.

Song Jiang thought about borrowing from Chu Yan, but when he got to the door, he realized how dumb he'd been.

How would Chu Yan ever have spare clothes at the Fu family's old mansion? That's ridiculous.

Tian Tian's a girl, so she can't help him out either.

Could he really have no choice but to go find that guy?

Song Jiang pretended to go for a stroll, wandered around the villa, and finally spotted him!

Yes! The guy he needed was the bearded butler—he was a freaking genius!

Song Jiang smiled politely at him, "Hello."

"Grandpa Butler, can I borrow one of your outfits?"

The bearded butler recalled something and said apologetically, "Sorry, my bad. I'll grab you some right now."

After changing, Song Jiang only felt… these clothes were ridiculously huge.

The pants dragged on the ground, and the sleeves were way too long. So he wouldn't look like he was in some opera, he had to roll them up.

When Song Jiang came to knock on Fu Zhichen's door, Fu Zhichen happened to come out.

The second Fu Zhichen saw Song Jiang, he frowned immediately and said, "Steward Song, you look hideous."

"..."

Song Jiang looked himself up and down.

Fine, anyway, the CEO is the hottest one in this book; he'll grudgingly settle for being second.

Number one called number two ugly—he won't even argue.

Fu Zhichen tilted his head toward the wardrobe. "Go change. In the bottom drawer, there's one of my suits. Wear it."

Song Jiang almost teared up. He should've realized sooner—the boss isn't cold-blooded 24/7; sometimes he actually acts human.

A few minutes later, after Song Jiang changed into it, it was still a bit big.

He wanted to defend himself—it's not that his body is bad! He just has a small frame!

Fu Zhichen was sitting in his wheelchair with his hand propping up his chin. He crooked his finger at Song Jiang and said casually,

"Come here."

Is the CEO calling him like a little puppy?

What, if he doesn't come over, is the CEO going to jump up and smack him?

"Steward Song, I'm not gonna say it again."

"..."

Song Jiang snorted softly at Fu Zhichen, then quietly crouched down to look him in the eye.

He said meekly, "President Fu, we're almost late to work."

Fu Zhichen seemed to be in a good mood—a satisfied look on his face, and the corners of his eyes crinkled a little as he looked at him.

Song Jiang figured the CEO's message was: "I'm not worried about being late—I'm the boss, who's gonna tell me what to do?"

Fu Zhichen slowly looked down, clicked his tongue, and said, "Steward Song, I just taught you a few days ago, and your tie is still crooked."

Bullshit! He checked in the mirror when he tied it—how could it be crooked!

Does the CEO have OCD or something? I swear, it's maybe a couple of inches off at most!

Fu Zhichen fiddled with Song Jiang's tie for a moment, then before Song Jiang could respond, added, "Steward Song, with you being this dumb, who's ever going to want you?"

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I'm here! I'm here! Today's writing went super smooth! Now I'm off to write tomorrow's! Thanks to everyone's hard work, the author is just a tiny step away from making his dream come true!

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