Chapter 63: You Dare to Reject Me?

Chapter 63: How Dare You Refuse Me

Looking at his hand, now a white fist the size of a sandbag, Song Jiang fell into deep thought.

???

Is the CEO out of his mind?

What was the point of wrapping his right hand into a bun shape? What if he got hungry later and couldn't resist taking a bite?

"Mr. Fu, my hand..." Song Jiang glanced at his hand, then at Fu Zhichen, hesitating to say more.

A wet wipe slid between Fu Zhichen's slender fingers.

Song Jiang gritted his teeth. Damn germaphobe!

"Steward Song, this is the first time I've bandaged someone. You should feel honored."

Honored, my ass.

His hand now looked like a big white bun. Did the CEO not see that at all?

The wound wasn't that bad. Wrapping it like this was a huge overreaction.

Song Jiang called out the capitalist. "Mr. Fu, if you’d told me you didn’t know how earlier, I could have done it myself."

The wet wipe flew in an arc from Fu Zhichen’s hand and landed perfectly in the trash can.

"Steward Song, are you criticizing my technique?"

Yes, very much so.

How was he supposed to go out, drive, eat, or sleep with this bun hand?

He didn’t want to be a one-armed man!

"Mr. Fu, I’m not criticizing. I’m just thinking about work—I can’t do my job like this."

"So…" Song Jiang said what he really wanted to say, "Mr. Fu, can I take it off?"

Fu Zhichen took a sip of the coffee he had just brewed, then said matter-of-factly, "Steward Song, what do you think?"

"I bandaged it with my own hands, and instead of thanking me, you say it's badly done and want to take it off."

"Do you realize you’re acting like an ungrateful scumbag right now?"

What?

The CEO’s logic is totally nuts.

At noon, the two sat at the dining table with food already set out.

Song Jiang's stomach growled loudly. He thought for three seconds about how to eat.

With his right hand like that, he couldn’t hold chopsticks or a spoon. He had to rely on his left.

Song Jiang tried to pick up a dish closest to him. Unsurprisingly, he failed.

After a few tries, a little tantrum flared up, and he messed up—a chopstick dropped to the floor.

There were no second pairs of chopsticks, and one chopstick was useless.

Song Jiang steeled himself. Did a little problem like this think it could make him go hungry? No way, absolutely not!

He was a tenacious little cockroach!

He then switched to a spoon. He had to eat today!

It was really tough. An injured hand made even eating so troublesome. He wondered how the CEO had managed with his leg broken, stuck in a wheelchair.

He didn’t notice that the guy beside him was watching him like he was an idiot.

So stupid.

How did such a stupid steward pass the assessment to get to him?

Still, good thing he passed.

Fu Zhichen's lips curled almost imperceptibly.

Finally, after Song Jiang had dropped both chopsticks and spoon on the floor, Fu Zhichen spoke.

"Steward Song, are you performing acrobatics?"

No, he was just a humble wage earner trying to fill his stomach.

Song Jiang asked, "Mr. Fu, why aren't you eating yet?"

Fu Zhichen tapped his index finger on the table, one tap at a time, seeming in a good mood.

"Your acrobatic skills are terrible. I wanted to see how stupid you could get."

"..."

Does the CEO not wear glasses? Is his eyesight that bad? He was working so hard to eat, how was that related to being stupid?

Song Jiang couldn't use chopsticks or a spoon, so he just sat there, glaring angrily at Fu Zhichen.

Fu Zhichen picked up a piece of greens, put it in his mouth, then said slowly, "Steward Song, isn't your stomach rumbling?"

No shit.

When he faints from hunger, he’ll have to take me to the hospital.

"Steward Song, beg me." There was a smile in Fu Zhichen’s eyes. Chewing made his jawline move rhythmically.

Others might find his table manners pleasant to watch.

But to Song Jiang, it was naked mockery from the capitalist.

He would never bow to capitalism over a few grains of rice!

Song Jiang put his hand on the table, forcing an excuse. "Mr. Fu, you misunderstood. I just drank a big glass of water earlier, and it's misbehaving in my stomach, fighting."

Look at him spouting that bull.

"Steward Song, only kids who say nice things get to eat." Fu Zhichen added, "Are you sure you don't want to beg me?"

Song Jiang stared at the mouthwatering dishes in the lunchbox, imagining those foods going into his stomach and turning him into a very happy steward.

Steeling himself, he changed his mind. Well, as long as he didn't look at him, he wouldn't be hungry. Song Jiang turned his head away and simply closed his eyes.

After a while, he didn't hear Fu Zhichen's voice, but felt hot breath on his chin, and the aroma of the food grew stronger, as if it were right under his nose.

Song Jiang wrinkled his nose and sniffed, but finally gave in. He squinted one eye open a crack.

"Steward Song, are you sure you want to keep staring?" Fu Zhichen scooped up a spoonful, held it to his lips, and raised an eyebrow at him.

Song Jiang was a bit stunned. He hadn't expected Fu Zhichen to actually feed him.

That was the domineering CEO that everyone in the novel was afraid of.

Seeing that Song Jiang didn't react, Fu Zhichen tapped Song Jiang on the head. "Open your mouth."

"..."

Letting the boss feed him – should he say the boss was nice, or that he himself had a lot of face?

Song Jiang couldn't figure it out.

He only knew that missing a meal had hunger sweeping through him, even making his stomach cramp.

Seeing that Song Jiang was still unmoved, Fu Zhichen got angry and said darkly, "Steward Song, do you dare to refuse me?"

The domineering CEO was still the same boss, spouting one cliché after another.

Song Jiang inwardly groaned, but being served by the domineering CEO was something others couldn't get even if they paid a fortune.

No point in arguing with food.

With that in mind, Song Jiang lowered his head slightly, opened his mouth wide and bit down on the spoon.

The food made by the five-star chef was as delicious as ever, so delicious that Song Jiang wanted to cry.

He barely chewed a few times before it quickly went down his throat. Almost instinctively, Song Jiang let out an "ah" to signal that he wanted more.

Fu Zhichen didn't speak and continued to feed Song Jiang a few more spoonfuls.

Having the boss personally feed him, he felt a little guilty at first, but then he thought about who had caused this situation.

The guilt instantly vanished without a trace. All of it! The culprit was that domineering CEO, so it was only right for the boss to feed him!

The little steward puffed out his cheeks with a look of enjoyment, occasionally letting out satisfied hums.

Tsk, why was he acting like a child who hadn't grown up?

Fu Zhichen's thin lips parted slightly, and he suddenly said, "Steward Song, the companion contract does not include a clause that says Party A has to feed Party B."

So what? Did he want him to pay?

Song Jiang's chewing slowly came to a stop.

He muttered to himself, if he had to pay the boss a service fee, how much would be appropriate?

At most a hundred-yuan bill; he couldn't accept more than that.

"There is no free labor in the world. The contract needs to add a clause."

Song Jiang swallowed the rice in his mouth and stared at Fu Zhichen without blinking, thinking the boss was going to come up with some new way to mess with him.

However, what Fu Zhichen said was, "If either Party A or Party B is injured and can't take care of themselves, the uninjured party must unconditionally help the injured party maintain a normal life."

Full and content, Song Jiang didn't see anything wrong with this clause and nodded without suspicion.

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