Chapter 58: So Sweet, It’s Absolutely Lethal

Chapter 58: So Sweet, It’s Absolutely Deadly

Song Jiang sat idly in Fu Zhichen’s office, the CEO ignoring him completely.

Occasionally, when he got tired, he'd twist his neck and glance at him.

Song Jiang had no idea when the CEO would look up, forcing him to maintain an upright sitting posture the whole time.

It was so freaking exhausting!

Finally, when the snake in his phone game hit a wall and got devoured by another snake, his sneaky glance met the CEO's eyes.

Wait, why did he feel like the CEO was turning his neck way too often?

Could the CEO really be possessed or seriously ill?

He wondered if he’d come into contact with anyone today—could he have passed some germs to the CEO?

What if that crazy CEO blamed him for this?

His money couldn’t afford to support the CEO’s precious body!

Thinking this, Song Jiang put away his phone, leaned on the armrest of the sofa, and asked tentatively.

“CEO Fu, is your neck okay?”

Fu Zhichen didn’t pause his typing, replying coldly, “What do you think, Steward Song?”

If you ask me, something was definitely wrong, or his neck would snap from all that neck turning.

Even though the mousse cake he ate today was a promotional gift, the CEO still paid for it.

After some thought, Song Jiang decided he had a conscience.

“CEO Fu, do you need me to massage your shoulders?”

This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance—his college roommates always said his massages were super comfy and his technique was top-notch.

Fu Zhichen's voice gave nothing away. “Steward Song, this is already your job. Do you need to ask about such a small thing?”

“...”

Song Jiang walked behind Fu Zhichen and pressed his broad shoulders with both hands. “Is this pressure okay, CEO Fu?”

Fu Zhichen said with a hint of sarcasm, “Steward Song, do you have any idea how weak you are?”

“I use more force scratching an itch than you just did.”

Ha!

Then don't blame him for using all his strength.

Song Jiang let out two dry laughs, a hint of vengeance in his smile.

“CEO Fu, I’m getting serious now. You’d better enjoy this…”

The CEO usually wore suits, so you could only see his classic broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted build. Song Jiang had long known the CEO had a great physique.

But this was the first time he'd actually touched it.

For a while, neither spoke, and the office was unusually peaceful.

For half an hour, only the faint sounds of keyboard typing and pen scratching filled the air.

Song Jiang's hands were gradually losing strength, and he grumbled to himself, why doesn't the CEO have any consideration?

He wasn't a robot—he couldn't work forever. He needed fuel! Energy!

Standing behind Fu Zhichen, he couldn't help seeing some of the CEO's work.

He'd always thought the CEO just sat here signing a few documents, drinking tea, and chatting before heading home.

But seeing it up close today, the reality was different from what he'd imagined.

The company's decision-making power rested in the CEO's hands. Every contract he signed and every decision he made affected the company's operations.

Without strong brainpower, it was impossible.

Thank goodness the CEO was awesome—if it were him, the company would go bankrupt in no time.

Through the reflection on his computer screen, Fu Zhichen could vaguely see the little steward massaging him with dedication.

Tsk, at least he had a conscience.

Not a waste of the food he'd been feeding him.

Maybe the little steward thought he was giving a massage, but to Fu Zhichen, it felt like a kitten playfully pawing at his shoulder.

He could feel the steward's hands getting weaker.

Such a fool.

“Steward Song, go make me a cup of coffee.”

Song Jiang's tense shoulders relaxed. Finally, at last, he could leave.

Making coffee was great—his mouth was dry, and he'd chug a whole glass of water before coming back.

...

Song Jiang had eaten too much cake in the morning, so after helping the CEO taste-test the lunch, he didn't eat.

There were a few strawberry-flavored candies in the lunchbox. He wondered which chef had prepared them for the CEO—how clueless they were.

He liked strawberry candies, but the CEO never touched sweet snacks like those.

Good thing he found them first. If the CEO had seen them, the chef would be in deep trouble!

Song Jiang turned sideways, making sure Fu Zhichen wasn’t watching, quietly tore open the wrapper, and stuffed all the candies into his mouth.

Like a cat that had stolen a snack,

easily satisfied.

After lunch, Mei Moyu had an urgent meeting with Fu Zhichen, so they were about to leave.

Song Jiang thought he could finally leave the CEO’s office.

But before leaving, the CEO specifically said, “If I come back and don’t see you, you’ll face the consequences!”

Oh boy, he might just call the cops to come and arrest the CEO!

Is the CEO restricting his freedom of movement?!

This is too much! No way he's just gonna sit here like an idiot!

The candy rolled from the left side of his mouth to the right. Song Jiang rubbed his chin, walked around the office once, and quickly came up with an idea.

He had no clue when the CEO would be back.

So he simply went into the CEO's private lounge, changed into his pajamas, and lay down.

What a genius—the CEO only said he wanted to see him, not whether he wanted to see him awake or asleep.

Before long, drowsiness washed over him like a tide.

Fu Zhichen returned after finishing his work, but didn't see the little butler.

He was about to change clothes and go get that disobedient guy.

As soon as he entered the lounge, he noticed the curtains were drawn, with only a warm wall light on.

He could hear the faint, steady sound of snoring in the room.

Drawing closer, he saw a few strands of black hair sticking out from the dark pillow, revealing only half of a smooth forehead, while the rest of the small face was buried in the bedding.

Not afraid of suffocating, huh?

Fu Zhichen tugged the bedding down a little, and the little butler's peaceful sleeping face came into view.

He was mumbling something.

"Money..."

"It's all mine..."

How could the little butler be such a money-grubber?

Fu Zhichen lifted the other corner of the duvet, slipped under it, and hugged Song Jiang from behind.

The little butler really had no guard up.

Thinking about how the little butler usually turned his back to him, Fu Zhichen suddenly got the urge.

Without disturbing the little butler, he turned him over so they were face to face.

He could smell the faint strawberry scent on the little butler's breath.

He didn't know what came over him, and he couldn't quite understand why he did it, he gently tilted the little butler's chin down and leaned in for a kiss.

At first, he kissed too heavily, and the little butler let out a few uncomfortable murmurs. Afraid of actually waking him up, Fu Zhichen softened his movements.

The sweet strawberry flavor spread freely in his mouth, and he couldn't help but explore deeper.

Three minutes later, deep inside the little butler's mouth, he found a half-melted candy.

Then he heard the faint crunching sound in the room.

So sweet, it's to die for.

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