Chapter 59: Is It Something Dishonorable?

Chapter 59: What's the Big Secret?

When Song Jiang opened his eyes, everything around him was pitch black. He was dazed for a couple seconds. Holy crap, he took a nap and now it’s nighttime?!

Was the CEO about to accuse him of intentionally goofing off?

Such was the tragic fate of a working stiff—goofing off would definitely lead to a pay cut. At this thought, Song Jiang panicked.

Without even changing his clothes, he rushed straight out. He had to go plead with the CEO!!!

"President Fu, listen to me..." an explanation.

The words caught in Song Jiang’s throat when he saw the scene before him.

What the hell? Why so suddenly?

Were all these company executives really here giving work reports?

Among them was Comrade Fan Jian, whom we hadn’t seen in a while.

Hearing the sound of Song Jiang opening the door, everyone’s eyes landed on him.

Song Jiang stared wide-eyed back at several middle-aged men with beer bellies. From the few who were closest to him, he could read their thoughts.

"Holy crap, the CEO’s break room has a secret babe!"

"Look at him – it’s hard to guess what happened in there."

"..."

Song Jiang swallowed hard. Was there a crack in the floor? With everyone staring, it was too awkward. He wanted to crawl into it.

No one dared to speak, except for Fan Jian, who was always at odds with the CEO.

Fan Jian sat on the sofa, legs propped up on the coffee table, and let out a light snicker.

"Cousin really spoils his subordinates, willingly giving up his own room for a steward to sleep in."

"This steward is quite something, sticking to you like glue day and night. I wonder what kind of relationship you two have."

Fuck.

Can he curse?

Fan Jian truly lived up to his name—a real jerk. What he said was complete trash.

What kind of relationship could he have with the CEO? Just an employee and a boss.

Suddenly he regretted sleeping at noon, and his mouth felt a little uncomfortable.

Song Jiang instinctively rubbed his lips while anger surged within him. He wanted to snap back but didn’t dare.

Though Fan Jian wasn’t the CEO, he could still make his life miserable easily.

Having lived at the bottom of society for so long, he knew he was no match for any rich person.

So what if he slept in the CEO’s room? The CEO hadn’t called him out after so long, he definitely allowed it.

Song Jiang started to say something but stopped, then looked toward the CEO.

If the CEO didn’t want their relationship to be exposed, he would have a way to shut everyone up.

However, Fu Zhichen calmly put down the documents, ignoring everyone in the room and said slowly to him.

"Steward Song, are you a pig? If I hadn’t seen you still breathing, I would’ve called 120."

"..."

Was this really the time to say that? He and the CEO were about to be misunderstood. Didn’t the CEO need to explain?

Song Jiang’s mind raced as he scrambled to come up with an excuse.

"Don’t misunderstand, everyone. I just had a fever today, and President Fu kindly let me use his bed to lie down for a bit."

As Song Jiang spoke, everyone’s eyes were on him. He smiled and tried to smooth things over, repeating "Don’t misunderstand" again.

"Please continue, pretend you didn’t see me. Sorry for the interruption." Song Jiang clasped his hands together in a gesture of apology.

Why did these people keep looking at him as if the two of them had some unspeakable secret?

For now, he could only hope the CEO would play along.

After Song Jiang finished, the group turned to look in unison at Fu Zhichen.

Damn, why were these executives moving like NPCs?

The steward’s face was flushed with embarrassment, and his earlobes were burning red. Fu Zhichen curled his lips involuntarily and said something that could be easily misinterpreted.

"Steward Song, if you’re not feeling well, you can go back and lie down."

Song Jiang was so embarrassed he wanted to curl his toes. "Haha, no need. Thank you, President Fu. I’m fine now."

Seeing the steward’s lips pressed together and his almond eyes nervously fixed on the ground,

Fu Zhichen stopped teasing and instead turned his head toward the person who had been speaking disrespectfully to the steward.

"Fan Jian," Fu Zhichen said with a smile, but his words sent chills down everyone's spines. "Cousin."

"Why are you acting like a bitch, so meddlesome?"

"Oh, right."

"That project proposal you just submitted." Fu Zhichen precisely pulled out the bottommost document from a pile of files. Without even opening it, he tapped on it and said with a contemptuous smile, "What a giant pile of dog shit."

"How can you not even handle a small project? Is Uncle Fan a bad teacher, or are you just too stupid to learn?"

A double-edged comment.

Defending Fan Bin would make Fan Jian look too foolish, while defending himself would make others think Fan Bin taught poorly.

What a stroke of genius.

Humiliated in front of so many people, Fan Jian couldn’t control his temper. He grabbed a glass nearby and threw it to the ground with a crash.

Everyone in the office was startled and amazed that Fan Jian dared to be so bold in Fu Zhichen’s office.

Song Jiang even heard someone whisper that their relationship had deteriorated to such an extent.

Fan Jian shouted angrily, continuing to attack. "Fu Zhichen, you ungrateful bastard!"

"If it weren't for my father managing things for the company, do you think you, a cripple in a wheelchair, could have earned so much money?"

"And you dare call me useless? At least I have all four limbs intact, unlike you."

"You can't even stand up, dammit—what's the difference between you and a waste?"

"..."

What filthy language.

The two of them kept arguing, but Song Jiang stopped listening.

It was obvious that the CEO had the upper hand over Fan Jian; Song Jiang didn't believe the CEO would lose.

While no one was paying attention, he snuck into the restroom. Now, he was more concerned about whether they had believed his earlier explanation.

It really was just sleeping under the covers, nothing more.

The more he thought, the more agitated he got. Song Jiang tugged at the back of his hair and patted his own face.

Looking up, he saw his reflection in the mirror and finally understood why Fan Jian had suggested in the office that he and the CEO had some secret relationship.

In the mirror, his clothes were disheveled, the corners of his eyes reddened, his cheeks flushed, and most importantly, his lips—why were they so red???

He looked like he had been ravaged by a scoundrel.

Before sleeping, he had only eaten a few strawberry candies—could the strawberry candy have food coloring?

...

Song Jiang stayed in the restroom for a long time before coming out.

Yes, he had brushed his teeth and washed his face in there.

More precisely, he was scrubbing away at his lips.

But no matter how much cold water he used, it was useless; instead, they looked even redder.

After coming out, he stared fixedly at the man in the wheelchair and said resentfully, "CEO Fu."

Fu Zhichen cast a casual glance at him, as if unaffected by Fan Jian's earlier insults.

"Steward Song, staying in the restroom for so long—do you have a special fondness for something in the restroom?"

Song Jiang was left speechless.

So this is how cultured people insult indirectly.

Damn it, he didn't have a thing for poop in the toilet!!!

Song Jiang clenched his fists and demanded angrily, "CEO Fu, why didn't you cooperate with me earlier?!"

"Back you up?" Fu Zhichen asked, his tone rhetorical.

"Steward Song, is sleeping in my bed such a shameful thing?"

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٩(๑′0`๑)۶ La la la la, I saw everyone's requests for updates! I didn't get any sleep and got up to write!!!

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