Chapter 97: Wife

Chapter 97: Wife

"Hmm?"

"CEO Fu, what did you say?"

Fu Zhichen was speaking just as a car honked nearby, so Song Jiang only caught the word "pamper." What was the complete sentence?

Pamper him?

The CEO would dote on him?

Song Jiang pushed away the hand that was messing with his face and said resentfully, "CEO Fu, you can't just pinch a man's face like that."

Fu Zhichen gave a heartfelt comment, "Steward Song, feels nice."

Just because it feels nice, you can pinch it?

Did he ask for permission?

Song Jiang stared at Fu Zhichen, rubbing the spot where Fu Zhichen had pinched him, trying to find any clue about what Fu Zhichen had said.

What he got in return was Fu Zhichen saying flatly, "Dumb."

Song Jiang turned away, holding his small cake—he was done talking to the CEO.

"..."

The birthday party venue wasn't exactly close, so it took them nearly an hour to arrive.

The setup was huge, held in a brightly lit villa perched on a mountainside.

The private road was lined with high-end cars Song Jiang couldn't name.

There was even a long red carpet at the entrance. The bodyguard took the gifts through the side door first, while Song Jiang pushed Fu Zhichen through the main entrance.

Actually, Song Jiang wanted to use the side door, not for any other reason, but because there were cameras taking photos at the main entrance, making it feel like an awards show.

As a regular employee, Song Jiang naturally wasn't used to this kind of occasion.

He preferred blending into the background, ideally taste-testing every cake at the birthday party.

What can you do? That's just how us foodies are.

Fu Zhichen's voice cut in, "Steward Song, your hands are shaking."

Oh, that's normal. For someone like him, not used to being on camera, cameras naturally scare people like him.

Even though Song Jiang tried hard to control it, he couldn't hide it.

Forcing a stiff smile, he gulped, "CEO Fu, maybe a tiny bit."

Fu Zhichen looked straight ahead and said in a low voice, "Steward Song, I guess I haven't taken you to enough of these. As my person, you represent me in everything you do when we're out."

Was the CEO saying he was embarrassing him?

"Give me your hand."

Song Jiang sighed dejectedly, then dutifully held out his hand.

His hand was quickly caught, the familiar feel and warmth flowing from the other's palm to his.

"Take a deep breath."

Song Jiang did as told.

"Inhale, then slowly exhale."

As Fu Zhichen spoke, his calloused thumb stroked the back of Song Jiang's hand—a wordless reassurance.

After a short while, Song Jiang's nerves actually settled down a lot.

Did Fu Zhichen have magic powers? So weird.

Someone held the door open for them, and the villa was packed with men and women in fancy clothes. Rich kids always have tons of friends.

Song Jiang scanned the room but didn't spot Tian Tian.

Makes sense, the birthday girl always shows up last.

Chu Yan, in a sapphire blue suit, hurried over to them and looked at Song Jiang, concerned. "Little steward, I saw you from way over there. Haven't seen you in a few days, you feeling better?"

Song Jiang nodded, "Mm-hmm, I'm fine now."

Chu Yan looked Song Jiang up and down, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Looks like my bro took good care of you. Your face looks a lot fuller in just a few days."

Lying around all day doing nothing, no wonder he gained weight.

Fu Zhichen, arms folded, shot Chu Yan a glance. "He's mine, of course I'll take care of him."

Chu Yan gave Fu Zhichen a one-eyed wink and snapped his fingers, as if to say "fair enough." "Alright, yours."

"Hey." After taking another look at Song Jiang, Chu Yan was surprised. "Little steward, you're actually kind of handsome today."

Being praised after dressing up felt really great. Song Jiang confidently straightened his spine—he had to be handsome, of course.

Thanks to the CEO's generosity, his suit was a tailor-made big brand. Wrinkles were impossible, and clothes worn once were never worn again.

Life at the CEO's house just kept getting better.

"But you and my buddy here…" Chu Yan looked from Fu Zhichen to Song Jiang.

"Suits from the same store?"

"And your ties…"

Their suit styles were indeed quite similar, but as for the ties, Song Jiang had deliberately chosen a different one from Fu Zhichen's.

His was light-colored, while Fu Zhichen's was dark.

Chu Yan rubbed his chin thoughtfully for a moment and then added, "Plus, the two of you just walked the red carpet holding hands."

"It makes it look like you're about to walk down the aisle—light color for the wife, dark for the husband."

Song Jiang's face instantly turned bright red. He quickly covered Chu Yan's mouth and dragged him aside.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Fu Zhichen was talking to other people, so he probably didn’t hear Chu Yan’s words, right?

Chu Yan stepped back, “Mmm…”

“Pfft…”

Afraid of being overheard, Song Jiang whispered in Chu Yan’s ear, “I was just a little nervous!”

Chu Yan broke free from Song Jiang’s grip, took a few breaths of fresh air, and said meaningfully, “Oh~”

“I get it, holding hands helps with the nerves.”

He hadn’t seen Chu Yan at the villa entrance, or he would never have done something that would be impossible to clear up!

Song Jiang asked grumpily, “You weren’t at the door, so how did you see that?”

Chu Yan casually grabbed a glass of red wine from the table, “I was upstairs drinking with the girls. You two were such an eye-catching sight, I spotted you right away.”

“Speaking of which, when you two get married, make sure to tell me in advance so I can prepare a gift.”

Married?

What nonsense was Chu Yan spouting?!

Song Jiang closed his eyes, knowing he couldn’t win the argument, and simply kicked Chu Yan, “You’re drunk out of your mind, stop talking nonsense here!”

Chu Yan downed the red liquid in one gulp, with a look that said, “I’m unbeatable at drinking, don’t you dare question me,” and wagged his index finger in front of Song Jiang.

“Your bro Chu can hold his liquor like no one else.”

With that, he set the glass back on the small round table and slung an arm over Song Jiang’s shoulder, “Little butler, if my brother ever bullies you, you must tell me. I’ll have your back.”

“But if he bullies you in certain ways…” Chu Yan paused, raising an eyebrow, “I can’t get involved in that. You’ll have to cut him some slack—he’s been abstinent for so many years.”

“A little rough is normal.”

Song Jiang’s eyes widened, and it took him a moment to grasp the implication of Chu Yan’s words.

What was all this nonsense? This drunk guy is really good at telling jokes, huh?

He couldn’t stand it anymore!

Song Jiang twisted away from Chu Yan, flailing his arms and legs, “Let me sober you up!”

Chu Yan backed away repeatedly, unable to fight him off, and finally shouted, “Bro, your wife is hitting me! Come get him under control!”

Ah!!!

How can anyone be like this?!

You can’t just throw that title around!

If the boss heard that, he’d kill them both!

Feeling guilty, Song Jiang glanced toward Fu Zhichen and breathed a sigh of relief—the boss hadn’t moved, so he probably hadn’t heard.

Fu Zhichen had his back to Song Jiang, but almost the moment Song Jiang looked away, Fu Zhichen turned his head and glanced at the two, a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

He had of course heard their exchange, but his little butler got flustered so easily by a few teasing words—easily embarrassed.

Unnoticed by anyone, a dark look flickered in Fu Zhichen’s eyes, and his lips parted slightly as he silently repeated Chu Yan’s words.

Wife?

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