Chapter 57: I Didn’t Say You Could Leave, So Don’t

Chapter 57: I Didn't Give You Permission to Leave, So Don't Go

Hmph,

He'd heard that buns could now be pre-cooked, and they sold like crazy with huge sales volume, hugely popular among young people!

Just wait until the CEO sees the breakfast shop losing money—he'll be kicking himself!

When he loses everything, don't blame him for grinning from ear to ear!

Fu Zhichen casually asked, "Steward Song, how's the meat bun?"

Song Jiang glanced at the boss sheepishly, forced a smile, and prepared to show off his eloquence.

Sure, his education wasn’t high, but he could spin a good story.

With his years of experience eating meat buns, he could pull it off effortlessly!

Song Jiang took a few deep breaths and said with great gusto, "Boss Fu, the taste? Absolutely incredible!"

"One word: Good!"

"Two words: Very good!"

"Three words: Extremely good!"

"Four words: Exceptionally good!"

"Five words: explosively delicious!"

"..."

Song Jiang was about to continue, but Fu Zhichen frowned and made a stop gesture, as if seeing through his thoughts, cutting him off.

"Steward Song, if it's not good, don't force yourself."

The boss's seal of approval—if you ask, it's always delicious; there's no other option!

"Boss Fu, how could that be? Your meat buns are big and generously filled—they're my dream buns! The best I've ever had, no contest!"

"From now on, if I buy buns, I'll only go to Fu Group's breakfast shop!"

Fu Zhichen smirked. He wasn't new to the steward's sycophantic talk.

He always laid it on so thick that others might believe his flattery, but from his recent observations of the steward,

whenever he ate something he truly liked, his almond-shaped eyes would narrow into crescent moons.

He'd definitely say something like, 'Can I eat this again next time?'

Instead of using these seemingly praising words to butter him up.

But Fu Zhichen didn't intend to call him out.

That little steward was truly adorable.

"Steward Song, since you say so, the meat bun must be good. You need to visit every day."

You bet!

This was a heaven-sent opportunity!

He had always thought the breakfast meat buns at the company were pre-made, with a faint sourness and a weird metallic taste.

Now his meals had gotten a major upgrade thanks to the tycoon—from shady takeout to five-star hotel chef food!

His life was getting better and better!

Mom no longer had to worry about him staying short!

Song Jiang beamed, "Yes, Boss Fu."

As soon as he finished, the phone on Fu Zhichen's desk suddenly rang.

As a good employee, he absolutely couldn't eavesdrop when the boss is on a call.

The boss's calls were probably company secrets.

If he overheard something he shouldn't have, would the boss resort to some extreme measures?

He admitted his imagination was running wild.

But from all the billionaire romance novels he'd read, aside from calls with the female lead that were just pointless fluff,

other calls were always worth tens of millions, even hundreds of millions!

At a critical time like this, he'd better put as much distance between them as possible!

Just as Song Jiang was taking small steps backward, Fu Zhichen shot him a sharp look.

"Did I say you could leave?"

Song Jiang figured that line probably wasn't for him, so he kept moving.

Fu Zhichen addressed him by name this time: "Steward Song, stay here. I didn't give you permission to leave, so stay."

"..."

Speechless.

Another overbearing rule.

Song Jiang stood there for a while, and when he saw Fu Zhichen pause to drink water during his call, he finally piped up.

"Boss Fu, can I sit on the couch?"

He needed to be allowed, no matter what!

First, standing here like a punished kid was killing him—his legs were about to cramp!

If he fell later from exhaustion, who would pay the hospital bills?

Fu Zhichen looked at him for a few seconds, then nodded.

Second, he was really hungry. That little pack of cookies wasn't filling, and his stomach was already growling like crazy.

He was wondering how to get something to eat. Asking the boss was out of the question—it's not like the boss had snacks in his office.

Maybe ask Mei Moyu to sneak him something to eat?

Song Jiang thought carefully, based on Mei Moyu's typical MO.

As a veteran office drone, Mei Moyu absolutely wouldn't dare enter the office if the boss hadn't said so. He always lived by "less trouble is better."

Yes, in short, Mei Moyu was a coward!

Sure enough, after Song Jiang sent him a message, Mei Moyu flatly refused.

Song Jiang thought: He looks down on me!

To avoid capitalism, he wouldn't even save his own brother!

Next time I give Mei Moyu a meat bun, I'm a dog!

Song Jiang propped his head on his hand. At first, he played the Snake game to stay awake, but soon he was so hungry he saw stars, and his snake kept dying over and over.

For a moment, he thought he was hallucinating.

Wait—was that actually Mei Moyu?

"Xiao Song, look what I've got!" Something waved right in front of his face!

Song Jiang pulled himself together, squinting to see.

Holy cow! Isn't that the mousse cake he had at the Chu family's place?

"Slacker Bro, did you buy this especially for me?" Song Jiang exclaimed in delight.

Then he realized his voice was too loud. What if he disturbed the boss's work?

Mei Moyu noticed Song Jiang covering his mouth and said, "Xiao Song, the boss is at a meeting. It's just us in the office. And guess what!"

Mei Moyu patted the paper box containing the mousse cake and cried out, "The boss is unreal generous today! He treated the whole company to cake!"

Song Jiang gasped and slapped his thigh. "Is this the same heartless, cheapskate boss who docks our pay at every opportunity?"

Mei Moyu whispered slyly, "Maybe the boss is haunted by a ghost today."

"Yours feels heavier than mine. Open it quick!"

By the time Fu Zhichen returned, Mei Moyu was already gone. Only Song Jiang was there, chowing down happily!

His eyes were narrowed into crescent moons, as Fu Zhichen had imagined, filled with little stars that kept twinkling.

Song Jiang put down the half-eaten mousse cake and said eagerly, "Mr. Fu! You must be the handsomest man in the world today!"

That wasn't the only reason. Mei Moyu had shown him his own cake—a mini version. But Song Jiang's had three jumbo versions!

No way—was the boss actually being nice to him just because?

But Fu Zhichen's next words poured cold water on him.

"Butler Song, what are you thinking?"

"I just noticed the employees have been staying late recently, so I treated everyone to a little reward."

Fu Zhichen casually craned his head. "As for yours—maybe it was a promotion. A freebie."

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Hey buddies, happy weekend!

Here's a small spoiler for you buddies: the next chapter comes tonight. Its title is, "So sweet it's to die for!!!"

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