Chapter 89: I’m Sorry

Chapter 89: I'm Sorry

After Song Jiang told Aunt Wang everything that had happened today in detail, she first shook her head, then let out a heavy sigh before speaking slowly.

"When the young master was younger, he once found a stray dog on the street. It had black fur, so he named it Little Black."

*The CEO really has no class—he actually picked a name as common as "Little Black."*

"The young master kept it at home, fed it, gave it a place to stay out of the wind and rain."

*So the CEO is actually pretty nice after all.*

"Little Black was very smart. He knew the young master had saved him, so he grew very attached. Every time the young master wasn't home yet, he would sit by the door waiting. The moment he saw the young master return, he would rush over and rub against his pant leg."

*Older folks always say dogs are man's best friend—guess that's true.*

But Song Jiang was still puzzled. "Doesn't Mr. Fu have a thing about cleanliness? Can he really handle being touched by an animal?"

*Wouldn't his thing about cleanliness make him kick the dog away?*

Aunt Wang smiled bitterly and shook her head. "Given the young master's usual cold nature, he did resist at first. But over time, he inevitably grew attached."

*Yeah, the CEO isn't a robot. And his second personality is really gentle and nice to me.*

"The young master gradually started buying toys for Little Black, buying him new clothes, and even playing with him."

"Eventually, he even let Little Black get on the bed and sleep with him."

*No way! Before I came, no one could even touch the CEO's bed. This dog must have been really special to him.*

Aunt Wang continued with a shift in tone. "Maybe it was just the stray dog's nature. Little Black loved to play. When the young master was away, he would sneak outside and wander around the villa, but he always came back on his own around the time the young master was due home."

"At first, we didn't think much of it."

In the real world, the dog next door to Song Jiang was exactly the same—always running around, nowhere to be seen until mealtime, sometimes even bringing a gang of other dogs over to the house.

They'd eat for free, and the neighbors were more than happy about it. Fur from those dogs would occasionally float into Song Jiang's place.

"But then one day, Little Black didn't come back for a very long time. The young master threw a huge tantrum and ordered all of us to go find him."

"We searched from noon until evening, and finally found him on the road nearby. He'd been hit by a car. By the time we got there, he had already died."

"The young master showed no unusual emotion. He just silently carried the body back home, dug a hole in the villa's empty lawn, and buried him."

*At least the CEO has some conscience.*

"Every day after coming home, the young master would go and sit there for a while. He wouldn't say anything, just stare blankly—staring at Little Black's photo."

*Really? Someone as cold-hearted as the CEO would actually miss a dog that much?*

"I thought the young master missed Little Black, so I suggested he adopt another dog."

"But the young master said, 'Little Black is one of a kind. There will never be another dog like him in this world.'"

Aunt Wang took a sip of water and gathered her thoughts.

"After that, the young master returned to being his cold, indifferent self. He treated everything—people or objects—with indifference. Nothing in his life ever seemed irreplaceable again."

"If Little Black had cracked open a crack in the young master's heart, then after Little Black left, he closed that crack—until you came along, Xiao Song."

Aunt Wang looked at Song Jiang and came to her final point.

"I think that when you snuck out without telling the young master, he was afraid that you, too, like Little Black, would never come back. He was worried something might happen to you. That's why he got angry and hit you—because he cares."

*Is that really it?*

Aunt Wang patted Song Jiang's arm and said seriously, "Maybe to the young master, you are just as important—or even more—than Little Black once was. You're important, special, one of a kind."

"So, Xiao Song, don't blame the young master for hitting you, and just listen to him." She added jokingly, "If you asked for the stars in the sky, he'd probably find a way to pluck them down for you."

*That good?*

*Then how about giving me a hundred million?*

Aunt Wang rubbed her forehead, looking tired. "Alright, Xiao Song. It's getting late. Go back to sleep."

"You go get some rest first, Aunt Wang. I slept too much during the day—I'm not sleepy yet."

*I need to ease into sleep first. Besides, there's no way I'm going back to the room now to face Fu Zhichen.*

Aunt Wang asked, "I really can't stay up much longer. By the way, are you going back to the hospital tomorrow? If you want, I'll cook something and bring it to you."

Song Jiang touched his forehead—no fever—and replied, "The doctor said I don't need to go back to the hospital."

"Alright. Then tomorrow I'll go to the market early and make something delicious for you, Xiao Song."

Aunt Wang smiled as she stood up. She took a blanket from the storage cabinet and handed it to Song Jiang, reminding him to get some rest before heading back to her room.

To be honest, after hearing Aunt Wang's words, a lot of the resentment Song Jiang felt toward Fu Zhichen faded.

*It's weird. An inexplicable warmth wells up inside me. I mean, who wouldn't be charmed by a boss who'd pluck the stars and moon for you?*

*I'll just stop being mad at the CEO. But my butt still hurts, so it's not too much to stay mad for one night, right?*

*Tomorrow morning, I'll take the initiative to talk to the CEO.*

Only a few lights were on in the living room. Song Jiang pulled the blanket over his head, his mind slowly drifting as he drifted off to sleep.

...

...

Song Jiang felt smothered, as if he were back in someone's broad embrace. But he clearly remembered falling asleep on the couch last night.

Before he could think too much, the rash made him itchy. Groggily, Song Jiang reached out to scratch.

But after a few seconds, his wrist was quickly caught.

"Don't scratch."

It was a low, husky male voice, laced with lingering tenderness.

Song Jiang didn't open his eyes. He just muttered one word over and over: "Itchy."

The itchiness on his body, combined with the accidental pain from his butt, made him feel utterly miserable.

"Mmm..."

…Ow.

When he couldn't take it anymore, someone caught his fingertips, stroking them gently in a wordless reassurance, before resting their chin on the top of his head.

"I'm sorry."

Huh??

Song Jiang froze for a few seconds, then snapped his eyes open.

Fu Zhichen's sleeping face came into Song Jiang's view. How the hell did he get here?

Wait—was the big boss really apologizing to me?

Hold on, something else was off.

The feeling beneath him... Song Jiang reached down and pinched it.

Damn, it was hard.

Song Jiang froze, then looked down and up again, his eyes going wide.

He was sprawled on top of Fu Zhichen—or rather, he had been using the CEO's body as a bed.

Realizing this, Song Jiang didn't hesitate for a second, ignoring the ache, he flipped over in a hurry.

The result? A painful jolt to his ass.

Song Jiang gritted his teeth and bit back a groan.

Even though he had decided to forgive Fu Zhichen today, this was not exactly a position that wouldn't get people thinking.

Fu Zhichen didn't seem to notice his movement.

Song Jiang turned on his side and cautiously craned his neck. On Fu Zhichen's handsome face, his brows were knit into a deep frown.

It bugged him so much that he reached out to smooth it away.

He didn't like seeing Fu Zhichen frown.

The apology just now seemed way too unreal. Song Jiang muttered under his breath, "CEO Fu, can you say that one more time? I didn't quite catch it."

He thought his words would fall on deaf ears, but as soon as he finished speaking, the hand he'd reached out got caught in someone's grip.

"Steward Song, I don't repeat nice things."

"..."

The CEO was clearly apologizing to him! Why does he have to say it like that?!

Song Jiang decided to get things straight with the big boss.

"CEO Fu, I'm twenty-four years old."

Fu Zhichen looked down at him with a blank face and parted his lips. "I know."

"I'm not a child. If I make a mistake in the future, you can't spank me like I'm a little kid."

Just now, he had heard the CEO apologize, so Song Jiang felt he was in the right. He jabbed a finger into Fu Zhichen's cheek like a petulant kid.

"You hear me?!"

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