Chapter 71: You Don’t Think You’re Hiding It Well, Do You?

Chapter 71: You Don’t Think You’re Hiding It Well, Do You?

After successfully stopping those two, Song Jiang breathed a sigh of relief.

So how did he end up getting to know these two guys who are hopeless at finding a partner?

Who even thinks about something as pathetic as finding a partner?

Even if he were to date, it'd have to be someone as rich and handsome as the CEO!

Someone who’d casually hand you a check or a black card and tell you to spend freely! And every morning you’d wake up to a face that's easy on the eyes.

Wouldn't that be the life!

Xu Can patted her chest to calm her emotions after that outburst before speaking, “Xiao Song, let's get to the point. What did you want to ask us?”

Song Jiang looked left and right at the two again, making sure they wouldn’t start arguing once more, then shook off his random thoughts and stammered, “It’s about my friend.”

“Hmm…”

“He’s a guy.”

Mei Moyu kindly reminded him, “Xiao Song, you already said that. A tall, handsome, rich, and well-built male friend. Then what?”

Xu Can and Mei Moyu both looked at him. Song Jiang took a minute to organize his thoughts internally.

After thinking it over, his first sentence was, “He’s not an ordinary person.”

He’s a CEO.

Song Jiang’s failure to get to the point made Mei Moyu a bit impatient. “Xiao Song, time is money, you know. I suggest you just get to the point.”

Hey, can't a guy set the stage a little?

“The work the CEO gave me isn’t done yet. You know how badly the CEO works people to the bone.”

Mei Moyu clutched his chest in pain again. “Can’t leave until it's done.”

“It’s taking me straight back to elementary school. Didn’t finish homework, teacher wouldn’t let me go home for dinner, and my mom came to school with a stick, saying I was just goofing off. She almost beat my leg crooked.”

“Do you want to see? I still have the scars from back then.” Mei Moyu rolled up his sleeve as he spoke.

Xu Can made a face of disgust and interrupted, “Stop, stop, stop. No one wants to hear your embarrassing elementary school story about not finishing homework.”

“Truth be told, back in the day I was the teacher's pet—a model student!”

Xu Can gave a proud snort at Mei Moyu and tossed her head, then turned back to Song Jiang. “Xiao Song, ignore him. Keep talking.”

Mei Moyu was left speechless.

Song Jiang paused for three seconds, cleared the childish, elementary-school-like exchange from his mind, and returned to the main topic. “His sexual orientation is a bit special.”

Almost instantly, Xu Can frowned, a thought striking her. “Your friend likes guys?”

Xu Can caught on quickly. Song Jiang clapped his hands together in satisfaction and nodded. “Yes!”

Mei Moyu wasn’t narrow-minded either, so he naturally understood this kind of special group and wasn’t surprised.

At this point, Song Jiang decided to just spit it out.

“My friend's in his late twenties, almost thirty, still single, and I want to help him, but I don’t know where to start.”

Xu Can stroked her chin, her earlier longing for handsome men gone, replaced by a look of total absorption.

Song Jiang could tell Xu Can was already picturing two men together in her mind.

“A top-tier man like that, and he’s single?” Xu Can smirked. “Does he have some shameful disease?”

Xu Can didn’t spell it out, but Song Jiang could vaguely guess her implied meaning.

Her imagination was running wild—what a waste she isn't writing danmei novels.

Still, having lived with the CEO for so long, he really hadn't noticed any such thing. He'd even accidentally sneaked a peek up close a few times.

Based on his observations… that should be fine.

Song Jiang shook his head with regret.

Xu Can said in all seriousness, “Since there’s no disease, what about his social circle?”

Song Jiang thought back to the days he’d spent with the CEO. The CEO’s social circle consisted of company employees and business partners.

The only two bold ones were Tian Tian and Ye Qingqing, and now they’d been forbidden from coming to the company.

Song Jiang didn’t know what to say, so he summed it up simply: 'Pretty aloof.'

“Hmm…” Xu Can thought for a moment. “Maybe his standards are too high, and he doesn’t have enough people around him.”

Then, in a 'leave it to me' tone, she said, “Payday is in a few days. If I'm counting right, it falls on the weekend. Xiao Song, why don’t you bring your friend along? I'll take you two out to see the world?”

Bringing the CEO along was impossible.

He couldn’t let it slip that he was helping the CEO find a date.

But he could learn more first, then figure something out.

For the sake of his six million bucks, Song Jiang gritted his teeth and decided to go with Xu Can. “Okay.”

Of course, Song Jiang was also curious about what kind of 'night on the town' it was, and at the same time, he wondered how he should bring it up with the CEO.

He did get two days off a month.

Yes, you heard that right. Don't be fooled by his five-figure salary—it was all from overtime.

He still had leave saved up this month, but the timing of the days off wasn't fixed—they had to be okayed by the CEO.

If the CEO said no, he couldn't take it off.

Thinking about this, Song Jiang felt so pathetic. Those workers making three thousand a month got fixed days off, weekends to hang out.

But he had none of that. He had to spin around the CEO all day.

If the CEO was the sun, then he was nothing but a lump of rock orbiting it. Without the CEO, he couldn't even move, let alone shine.

Sigh.

It's not easy being a working stiff, Song Jiang sighed.

He'd been looking for an opportunity to bring it up these past few days.

Today was exactly quitting time in the evening.

Pretty ridiculous.

Had the big boss already figured out his little scheme?

He'd just stepped into the office to remind the boss it was time to clock out.

But before he could say a word, the moment he stepped in, the boss didn't even look up and said in a soothing tone,

"Steward Song, very soon."

???

Is this right?

This tone sounds like he's coaxing me—what's that about?

Weird.

He hadn't even gotten a chance to deliver his usual quitting-time spiel.

His hand had scabbed over, which he thought was as good as healed, so he went back to being the driver.

During the days he didn't drive, he had no idea how much his salary would be docked.

He didn't have many other strengths—he was just bold and thick-skinned. After all, you've got to fight for your money!

Even if it had to be docked, he hoped it would be as little as possible!

With that in mind, Song Jiang snuck a couple of glances at Fu Zhichen through the rearview mirror.

Finally, while waiting at a red light, Fu Zhichen spoke up, "Steward Song, haven't you been happy with the quitting times these past few days?"

Sure, it's on time, but happy? No way.

Every wage earner's dream is to not have to work—to lie at home while money rains from the sky and lands right in the living room.

That's the ultimate 'lying flat' life—only ever happened in his dreams.

Song Jiang gave two dry chuckles, "President Fu, the quitting time is up to you. It's not really about whether I'm satisfied, is it?"

"Steward Song, you don't actually think you've been hiding it well, do you?"

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It's a bit bumpy to write; may revise later.

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