Chapter 92: Do You Want to Come Over Tonight and Take a Close Look?

Chapter 92: Would You Like to Come and Feel It Tonight?

"Dude, where'd you find this kid?"

"How come I didn't know?"

Chu Yan's voice came through the phone speaker, and Song Jiang only felt that he knew he'd messed up.

The screen was off, but that didn't mean the game was over, so Chu Yan had heard everything they just said!

Damn it, he was planning to beg the CEO to help him save face in front of Chu Yan, but now the CEO hadn't even helped yet, and the whole thing was already exposed.

But he had been at the villa all day and hadn't seen any kid.

No way? Could there be something unclean that had gotten into the villa?

Thinking this, Song Jiang sucked in a sharp breath, squinting as he looked left and right around the living room. At the same time, he pulled out the throw pillow from under his waist and clutched it tightly in his hands.

This was the handiest weapon he had at hand right now.

If something unclean really appeared, then he had to protect the CEO first at all costs.

His boss must not get hurt!

If he died, he hoped the CEO would be generous enough to give his family compensation, considering how hard he'd tried!

Song Jiang scrambled off the sofa, wrapped his arms around Fu Zhichen's shoulders, and pushed him backward.

"CEO Fu, step behind me."

Fu Zhichen's brow twitched a few times. Song Jiang's inexplicable actions left him confused.

"Steward Song, what are you doing?"

Song Jiang jumped off the sofa, accidentally pulling at his behind in the process and letting out a "hiss," but the pain didn't stop him.

He spoke in a very low voice, "CEO Fu, I've been home all day and haven't gone anywhere. I definitely didn't see any kid come through the front door."

"So that kid you mentioned probably got in through some abnormal means."

Song Jiang's last sentence was a whisper right into Fu Zhichen's ear.

"CEO Fu, don't be scared when I say this, but the kid you saw might be a ghost!"

After listening to Song Jiang's earnest analysis, Fu Zhichen only thought he was truly stupid and hopeless.

Since his little steward had been obedient today and hadn't run around, he could play along and go with his steward's story.

"Steward Song, are you afraid of ghosts?"

A sound of a water cup hitting the floor—"bang"—came from the phone, followed by a shout.

"What? What? Bro, your house is haunted?"

Song Jiang quickly said, "Bro Chu, come save me!"

Fu Zhichen was displeased. "Steward Song, I'm right here. Why are you calling someone else for help?"

The CEO seemed to be talking bull.

Someone who can't even walk properly himself thinks he can save others? The CEO must have left his brain at home today!

"CEO Fu, don't worry. If there really is a ghost or any dangerous situation," Song Jiang thumped his chest, "rest assured, I will never abandon you!"

Song Jiang hadn't gone out all day, so he was dressed especially casually at home. His round-neck pajamas slipped sideways, exposing a big patch of his collarbone. The red rash on his collarbone was still there.

On his fair skin, they looked like little flowers blooming, adorning him, giving him a unique charm.

One pant leg was loose and dragging on the floor, while the other was rolled up to his knee, showing off his smooth, well-proportioned calves.

Further down were his slender ankles and rosy toes.

The little steward was still scanning his surroundings. Fu Zhichen noticed this scene, quickly took Song Jiang's hand, and said, "Put on your shoes."

Song Jiang tried to push him away but couldn't, so he had to give up. He shook his head helplessly, and said, "CEO Fu, why bother with shoes at a time like this? I'll take you and run. Ghosts are nothing to mess with."

Fu Zhichen pursed his lips, no longer playing along, and coldly called him out. "Steward Song, it's broad daylight. Where would a ghost come from?"

"..."

Song Jiang and Chu Yan both went silent.

During this time, Song Jiang kept looking at Fu Zhichen with an inquiring gaze, then expressed his confusion, tilting his head and asking, "CEO Fu, so where's this kid you mentioned?"

Fu Zhichen pushed Song Jiang down onto the sofa, his big hand naturally taking hold of Song Jiang's ankle. His gaze fell on it, and he slowly said, "The kid is too stupid."

The sole of his foot in his hand was slightly cool. Fu Zhichen lightly smacked it twice as punishment. "He won't even wear slippers."

?

Song Jiang was completely focused on the fact that Fu Zhichen had been messing with him, and he had already disregarded Fu Zhichen's actions.

In his mind, those two sentences were just Fu Zhichen talking to himself.

While Fu Zhichen was bending down, Song Jiang punched the air a few times in the direction of Fu Zhichen's shoulder, making "bang bang" sounds.

That's too much! Was it fun messing with him!?

...

After a bit of fooling around, Wang Ma came to call them for dinner.

Song Jiang stood, while the culprit who had forced him to eat standing up sat comfortably.

And all the meat dishes on the table were placed near Fu Zhichen's side, while his side was full of vegetables and fruit, which tasted like he was chewing grass.

Lame.

Why wouldn't they let him have meat!

Song Jiang shoved two mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, glaring at Fu Zhichen angrily.

Fu Zhichen ate very elegantly—slow and without making a sound, clearly a sign of his noble upbringing.

"Did you take your medicine?"

Song Jiang, still miffed, completely didn't want to talk to Fu Zhichen. Plus, his mouth was full of rice, so even if he wanted to speak, he couldn't say it clearly.

Wang Ma stood to the side, wiped her hands on her apron, and then replied, "Young Master, I watched Xiao Song take his medicine at noon. Every pill was taken according to the dosage, so you can rest assured."

After speaking, she winked at Song Jiang and said, "Xiao Song is a good boy."

Did you hear that, Big Boss? Quick, reward him with a piece of meat!

However, Fu Zhichen calmly took a sip of water, completely ignoring Song Jiang, who was making faces and frantically hinting at him.

Great, great. The Big Boss really did a nice move.

Song Jiang signaled Wang Ma with his eyes to play along. Wang Ma neither agreed nor refused, just gave Song Jiang a smile.

That meant she agreed.

Song Jiang gave two fake coughs. The water pitcher was placed in front of Fu Zhichen, so when Wang Ma poured water for Song Jiang, she could block Fu Zhichen's line of sight from one side.

At first, the two worked together perfectly. Song Jiang had already picked up with his chopsticks the mouthwatering piece of braised pork.

It would only take two more seconds for it to enter his mouth.

It was at this moment that something unexpected happened. Fu Zhichen, with no expression and without even raising an eyebrow, said.

"Steward Song."

Song Jiang's hand froze in the air. It was as if a group of embarrassed ducks were passing by on the ground, quacking, "Ga ga ga ga ga..."

Fu Zhichen didn't say it clearly; perhaps his intimidating presence was too overwhelming, but Song Jiang understood. He felt a little guilty.

He didn't dare to eat it.

But he also didn't want to admit he wanted to eat it. If he put the meat back on the plate now, it would give him away.

The dining table was silent for a few seconds. Wang Ma gave Song Jiang an apologetic glance and handed him the water, "Xiao Song, take a drink so you don't choke. Have some water."

Song Jiang quickly came up with a way to handle the situation. He let out two forced laughs, acting as if nothing had happened.

"Mr. Fu, I just thought you've been working too hard."

"You should eat some more meat."

Gritting his teeth, Song Jiang spoke against his heart as he placed the braised pork from his chopsticks into Fu Zhichen's bowl.

"To build up your strength. I feel you've been so busy with work lately that you've lost weight."

Fu Zhichen didn't answer, just gave him a calm look.

Song Jiang felt that Fu Zhichen meant that one piece wasn't nearly enough for him, so he continued to pick up a few more pieces.

Fu Zhichen finally moved. He casually grabbed a piece of braised pork from his bowl and put it into his mouth, chewing at a leisurely pace.

"Steward Song, would you like to come over tonight and come feel me carefully, then tell me exactly where I've lost fat?"

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I'm done writing this chapter!!! Good night, everyone!!!

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