Chapter 84: You Wanted to Steal a Kiss from Me

Chapter 84: You Want to Steal a Kiss from Me

Song Jiang only understood what Chu Yan meant by “us” when he woke up the next morning.

Two people were neatly lying on the hospital bed.

The heartless capitalist had him completely in his grip!

He had zero control over his own body—couldn’t even scratch an itch.

His hands were restrained, and a long, firm leg that didn’t belong to him was wedged between his legs.

He was a living, moving, hungry, thinking person—not a body pillow!

Treating him like this was totally unreasonable!

His face was pressed tightly against the chest of the culprit responsible for all this. In this position, he should have been struggling to breathe.

Holding back his temper, Song Jiang took two deep breaths. He caught the faint, unique smell of the hospital’s disinfectant mixed with the cool sandalwood scent from a certain someone.

Something felt off. Normally he’d feel suffocated in this position, so why today…?

When Song Jiang opened his eyes in confusion, the sight before him explained why.

The pure white hospital blanket had slipped down to his chin. No wonder he didn’t feel stuffy.

But this meant a good portion of Fu Zhichen’s body was exposed to the air.

Song Jiang couldn’t help wondering: Was the CEO’s body made of iron? Doesn’t he feel cold?

He had a habit of burrowing into the blanket when he slept.

The reason dated back to his childhood, after he watched a horror movie.

In the movie, female ghosts always went for the hands and feet of people who kicked off their blankets while sleeping.

After watching it, he was traumatized—he couldn’t sleep unless he was completely bundled up in the covers.

Song Jiang lifted his head slightly. The man who had him wrapped in his arms was still asleep, with dark circles under his eyes and a lingering exhaustion on his face.

Had Fu Zhichen really not slept well during the days he was unconscious?

He couldn’t keep going like this. How did the novels cure the boss’s insomnia, anyway?

Song Jiang couldn’t remember clearly. It seemed that sleeping with someone who was special to the boss could fix it.

Based on that conclusion, combined with the fact that the boss had been sleeping with him lately, in this book, he was that special someone.

Song Jiang secretly felt pleased with himself. Nice, nice.

This way, the boss would need him even more and would never fire him!

Now that the boss had finally fallen asleep, as a good employee, his number one priority was not to wake him.

Song Jiang originally planned to stay still and sleep a little more, but he was worried that the boss would catch a cold without the blanket.

After some thought, a little movement probably wouldn’t wake him, right?

Song Jiang tried to pull his hand out of Fu Zhichen’s arms.

Five minutes later, success!

He slowly moved his body upward while pulling up the corner of the blanket.

At first, his actions went smoothly.

But then, an itch suddenly appeared on his back. At first, he could bear it, but as he became more awake, the itch grew stronger.

He couldn’t help wiggling a few times under the blanket.

A hoarse voice sounded from above him, as if the speaker knew exactly what he was up to.

“Be good, don’t scratch.”

Song Jiang gritted his teeth and endured it. Fine, he wouldn’t scratch.

But wasn’t the boss cold?

Song Jiang paused for a moment. When he felt Fu Zhichen’s breathing become steady again, he grabbed the blanket corner and began to pull it up stealthily.

Getting sick was not worth it. The boss couldn’t afford to get sick.

If he got sick, how could he pay the workers?

The more he thought about it, the scarier the outcome seemed.

Fu Zhichen was only dozing, so he naturally noticed the movements of the person in his arms.

He opened his eyes slightly and looked down. The young steward’s eyes were closed, as if he was up to something he didn’t want noticed.

As the steward’s head got closer and closer to him, Fu Zhichen couldn’t help asking.

“Steward Song, what are you doing?”

Hearing Fu Zhichen’s voice, Song Jiang just yanked the blanket. He hadn’t done anything wrong anyway—just covering him with a blanket for his own benefit.

So he lifted his head confidently.

Actually, in the latter half of the night, he had half-heard the boss talking in his sleep. Though he didn’t catch every word, he managed to guess the gist of it.

The boss was worried he’d suffocate in the covers, so he purposely pushed the blanket down!

The boss was so good to him! Sure, he was touched, he could only pay him back with small gestures like covering the blanket—sorry his abilities were limited!

“Mr. Fu, aren’t you cold? Let me help you with the blanket.”

Just as Song Jiang’s head was about to come level with Fu Zhichen’s, he heard Fu Zhichen say.

“Steward Song, you want to steal a kiss from me?”

“Mm, mm, mm…” Song Jiang’s hum changed from a flat “mm” to a questioning “mm?”

“Mm?”

Try to kiss me?

Song Jiang automatically looked up to deny it.

But because of that, his face came even closer to Fu Zhichen’s lips—so close that Fu Zhichen only needed to move down a few centimeters, or he move up a few more centimeters himself.

Their lips were about to meet.

He would kiss Fu Zhichen.

Realizing this, combined with Fu Zhichen’s words just now, Song Jiang was almost certain that Fu Zhichen had misunderstood him.

Misunderstood that he wanted to kiss him.

The excuse he had just come up with vanished the moment he locked eyes with Fu Zhichen’s deep, magnetic black eyes—like a black hole.

Kiss Fu Zhichen?

The two held this posture for a long time. Song Jiang wasn’t sure if he had moved or if Fu Zhichen had.

In any case, their noses were already touching, as if they were about to kiss any second. At this critical moment, suddenly a man and a woman started talking at the door.

“Was there something wrong with you dragging me away yesterday? And calling it 'passing money'? Chu Yan, listen to yourself—does that sound like something a person would say?”

“The heir of the Chu Group, out of money? Are you taking me for a three-year-old?”

“I really have no money. Haven’t you noticed I haven’t been to the bar lately? It’s because my dad cut off my cards. I was desperate and had no other choice. Sister Tian Tian, please forgive me, okay?”

“Okay?”

Tian Tian cast a disdainful glance at Chu Yan, annoyed by his nagging. “Fine, fine, I won’t argue with you.”

“Then you won’t charge me for visiting Song Jiang today, right?”

“How could I? Sister Tian Tian, you’re so good to me.” Chu Yan tugged on Tian Tian’s arm and muttered, “It would be even better if Sister Tian Tian could lend me some money.”

“Piss off! I never noticed it before! You’re completely shameless!”

“…”

Song Jiang could no longer pay attention to the two people at the door. At this moment, he felt the vibe between him and Fu Zhichen was weird.

If he had to describe it in one word… it could only be charged.

But that couldn’t be right—Fu Zhichen was his boss. Why would he feel this way?

They say that when people are most helpless, they pretend to be busy. Song Jiang was no exception.

Now his head was completely lowered, and his hands were fidgeting under the blanket, trying to keep his hands busy.

Fu Zhichen’s tone was harsh.

“I said don’t scratch.”

“Steward Song, you still dare to disobey me?”

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Ah!!! My lovelies, I’m done writing!!! It’s Fast and Furious every single day!!! Thrilling!!!

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