Chapter 79: My Steward Song, Can We Sleep Now?

Chapter 79: My Steward Song, Can We Go to Sleep Now?

Doing it with Fu Zhichen...

Song Jiang swallowed.

Once that thought started to appear in his mind, it rushed in like a flood, unstoppable.

Song Jiang thought back to the night Fu Zhichen was drugged with an aphrodisiac, when he was forcefully pinned beneath him.

What did those lips feel like when Fu Zhichen kissed him? Soft, then numb, and also...

Just as Song Jiang was lost in his thoughts, struggling to recall, Fu Zhichen's hand on the back of his head unconsciously slipped into his hair.

Gently stroking up and down, then slightly lowering his eyes, he spoke in a voice dripping with extreme intimacy.

"Steward Song, not saying anything?"

"Caught your thoughts?"

The distance between them was already close, and every warm breath from Fu Zhichen's words sprayed onto Song Jiang's face.

Like a warm current in the dead of winter, it warmed even his deepest heart.

In the darkness, Song Jiang could clearly feel Fu Zhichen's eagle-sharp gaze on him, as if it could pierce through his body and uncover his inner thoughts.

Song Jiang shamefully lowered his head.

Aunt Li next door kept on yelling, and the quilt did nothing to block the sound.

Instead, it was like an ostrich burying its head in the sand—a futile way to hide his jumbled thoughts.

"You young people have way too much energy every damn day!"

"Have you ever thought about an old person like me?"

"I swear, if I hear one more peep, I'll teach you a real lesson! You clueless little punks!"

"..."

The scolding went on for a few more minutes. Song Jiang shrank under the covers, not daring to move, thinking to himself that the old lady had some serious staying power.

He didn't want Aunt Li giving him weird looks when he went out tomorrow.

Only when the room went quiet again did Song Jiang finally speak up to deny it.

"CEO Fu, I didn't."

To sound more convincing, Song Jiang denied it while slowly inching backward.

He didn't know why he felt so guilty and scared.

Was it that he, a perfectly healthy guy, couldn't take a CEO who couldn't even stand?

In the end, he figured it had to be the CEO's piercing eyes, intense aura, and built physique—stuff he couldn't match.

A twin bed was already cramped for two; after moving back just a few centimeters, half his body was hanging off the bed.

But Song Jiang didn't even notice. Maybe the moment he heard Fu Zhichen say "do it," his heart had already gone into overdrive.

His heart pounded so hard his whole body shook a little. He didn't want Fu Zhichen to notice his weirdness.

Song Jiang told himself it was just shyness. A guy who'd been single for over twenty years, having a man suddenly say "do it" to him—anyone would freak out.

Yes, that must be it.

Song Jiang tried to dodge Fu Zhichen and his questions for a moment by turning away.

But just as he had turned most of his body, he realized that what lay beneath him was no longer the bed.

He mentally winced, expecting his butt to hit the floor hard.

But nope.

In a split second, a big hand grabbed him, and the next instant another hand wrapped around his waist.

He landed firmly in an arm full of manly vibes, the scent of cool sandalwood catching him.

His head was pushed into the crook of Fu Zhichen's neck.

Song Jiang's face was pressed there, and he could even hear Fu Zhichen's strong heartbeat, staying frozen like that for half a minute.

So instead of getting away from Fu Zhichen at all, he'd brought the distance between them down to zero.

Fu Zhichen didn't let go; instead, he tugged the blanket up to Song Jiang's shoulders.

"Steward Song, did you figure I couldn't stand to let you fall, that I'd catch you?"

His magnetic voice seemed to hold some kind of spell, "So you put on this little show on purpose."

Then he delivered the final verdict: "Steward Song, you really went out of your way to sleep in my arms."

??? What? What? What?

Who went to great lengths?

The CEO had started his twisted logic again. Song Jiang grit his teeth, holding back a string of curses.

He let out a small "hmph" and muttered, "I don't know who's the one squeezing me tight in bed every night!"

Clearly, the CEO was the one with ulterior motives!

Even though Song Jiang's voice was super low, Fu Zhichen could still hear him, given how close they were.

Fu Zhichen's reason was perfectly sound.

"Steward Song, I paid for the right to hold you. It's all in the contract, and you signed it. Nothing wrong with that."

"On the contrary, you," Fu Zhichen said, emphasizing each word as if he'd already made up his mind. "Steward Song, you really have good moves."

"..."

Holy crap, "good moves"!

The CEO could make black sound like white!

What a waste he didn't become a defense attorney!

Song Jiang was going to defend himself, but then he reconsidered—lying in Fu Zhichen's arms actually felt pretty good.

In this embrace brimming with testosterone, he felt completely safe. Anyway, he came over like this every night, so continuing this position today wouldn't be a big deal.

In short, the big boss was a hundred times better than that black-bearded bastard!

No, ten thousand times better!

But how did the CEO manage to catch him so accurately and quickly when he was about to fall?

It was as if Fu Zhichen had his full attention on him all night long.

Song Jiang was confused.

"CEO Fu, wouldn't it be fine if I fell?"

Fu Zhichen's voice revealed no emotion. "Steward Song, I just didn't want to hear someone whining about pain and whimpering for me to rub his ass in the middle of the night."

Song Jiang screamed inside his head.

Impossible!!!

How could someone touch such an intimate spot except for their partner?

Song Jiang's temper flared, and his tone turned fierce.

"CEO Fu, then why'd you come stay at my place?"

"My bed's so tiny, don't you find it cramped, CEO Fu?"

"Besides, I'm on leave. The cuddle contract didn't say I had to sleep with you during leave!"

Fu Zhichen said slowly, "Steward Song, you've got some nerve. Who was it that clung tightly to me, saying they wouldn't let me leave, saying they wanted me to sleep with them, and saying they were the best and would behave from now on?"

"Also, Steward Song, when I gave you leave time, did I let you stay out all night?"

Didn't I?

What about the agreed two days off?

Song Jiang persisted, "But the contract really says nothing about sleeping together during leave."

"Steward Song, I didn't say I wasn't gonna pay you overtime."

Whoa, really? Hearing the word "overtime pay," Song Jiang perked right up.

Fu Zhichen seemed to suddenly remember something. "Steward Song, are you still in pain anywhere?"

Song Jiang paused to think for three seconds before answering.

"Uh... I don't think so."

Then he changed the subject and asked, "CEO Fu, what did you do with that black-bearded guy?"

"Steward Song, kids shouldn't ask so many questions."

Is that right? He's only five years younger than the CEO—how's he supposed to be a kid?

Speaking of pain...

"CEO Fu, I didn't mean to scratch your face."

"How's your face?"

He muttered, "You're too handsome, I couldn't stand to see you get a scar."

Song Jiang then reached out to hold Fu Zhichen's face, squinting his almond eyes to see clearly.

"CEO Fu, don't move. Lemme see how bad it is. I'll buy you some ointment tomorrow."

Fu Zhichen wasn't annoyed, just a bit exasperated. "Steward Song, are you dumb?"

"You can't see a thing in this dark, can you?"

True...

"Fine, I'll check tomorrow then."

Song Jiang lowered his hand and weakly asked the question that had been puzzling him most tonight. "CEO Fu, did you drink today too?"

Otherwise, why's he being so nice to him?

Weirdly gentle, he wasn't used to it.

Is his hangover not gone yet? Was all of Fu Zhichen's tenderness just an illusion?

Fu Zhichen patted the back of Song Jiang's head and said meaningfully, "Steward Song, if I were drunk, you wouldn't just be lying here so innocently."

What does that mean?

"CEO Fu, then..."

Fu Zhichen interrupted him before he could finish. "Steward Song, are you a little bee? You sure love to talk."

Song Jiang pouted and retorted, "No, I'm a person. I'm Song Jiang, the steward."

In a place Song Jiang didn't notice, the corner of Fu Zhichen's mouth lifted, and he smiled silently with a doting look.

"Alright, you're a person." Then he placed his hand on Song Jiang's back and patted it lightly, in a tone that coaxed a child.

"My steward boy, can you sleep now?"

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Ah!!!! My darlings, I'm late!!! Great news, it's reached 7.3 points today!!!

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