Chapter 103: Little Money Grubber

Chapter 103: Little Money-Grubber

Song Jiang woke up the next day before his alarm even rang—earlier than ever before.

He'd been off work for so long that he was getting bored.

As usual, his head rested on Fu Zhichen's arm, its muscles well-defined, but Song Jiang didn't find it uncomfortable.

Lifting his eyes slightly, he could see Fu Zhichen's sleeping face.

That face still hit him hard visually.

His bone structure was top-notch—prominent brow bones that made his eye sockets look deep, a high straight nose, and a sharp jawline—all giving off a cold, severe vibe.

But only he knew this man had a tender side.

Someday, when Fu Zhichen got with someone he liked, someone else would be lying in his arms, and the cool sandalwood scent wouldn't be his alone anymore.

At that moment, a weird thought flashed through Song Jiang's mind—what if Fu Zhichen could only...

Song Jiang was lost in thought, staring blankly at Fu Zhichen, until someone spoke and snapped him out of it.

"Steward Song, staring at me first thing in the morning—got some thoughts about me?"

"Huh?!"

"Mmph!"

Song Jiang almost instinctively blurted out what he'd just been thinking, barely managing to cover his mouth in time.

Fu Zhichen looked down at him with a "you're being ridiculous" expression, prying Song Jiang's hand away as he spoke.

"Trying to suffocate yourself this early?"

"If you really have thoughts about me, go ahead and say them."

Song Jiang was like a kid caught doing something wrong—his almond eyes went wide, lips pressed together, and he just shook his head.

What thoughts could he have? He just didn't want to lose his job.

Yeah, that had to be it.

Fu Zhichen was radiating a lazy vibe, his fingers threading through Song Jiang's hair, speaking softly.

"Maybe I've got some thoughts about you too."

What kind of thoughts?

What did the CEO mean by that?

As long as it wasn't about firing him, he could deal with it.

Song Jiang tilted his head up, grabbing Fu Zhichen's pajama shirt with both hands, blinking up at him. "President Fu, what could you possibly be thinking about me?"

He tested the waters, "Giving me a raise for my good work lately?"

Fu Zhichen held his forehead, quiet for a long moment, then pinched Song Jiang's cheek. "Steward Song, can't you think about anything besides money?"

After a moment, Song Jiang hesitated, then slowly shook his head. What else could there be between a boss and an employee?

"Little money-grubber."

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When Song Jiang got to the office, he noticed everyone acting weird.

Everyone was busy working—nobody was slacking off or gossiping.

He'd come to the office hoping for some fun, but all he got was silence.

While Song Jiang sat at his desk eating a big meat bun, Mei Moyu—who usually rolled in right on time—had already finished breakfast and was working at his computer.

Something was off.

Song Jiang wheeled his chair over to Mei Moyu's desk.

"Slacker Bro, what's up with everyone lately? Why's everyone looking so stressed and working so hard?"

Mei Moyu looked around, then pulled Song Jiang under the desk, looking super sneaky.

"Xiao Song, you haven't been around in a while, you don't know..."

Song Jiang smelled gossip and stopped chewing. "What happened?"

"Ugh!"

Mei Moyu sighed a few times, then said apologetically, "About last time we hung out—let me apologize first. If I hadn't messed up taking care of you, you wouldn't have..."

It really wasn't Mei Moyu's fault, so Song Jiang quickly said.

"Slacker Bro, you didn't know what I'm allergic to, and I'm all better now!"

Song Jiang elbowed Mei Moyu, giving him a "don't worry, I'm fine" look.

"Don't blame yourself, and don't feel guilty. I'll share a meat bun with you—tell me what's been going on at the company."

The past was the past; right now, gossip was what mattered most.

Mei Moyu looked Song Jiang up and down, and only after confirming he was really okay did he agree. "Alright."

Then he plopped down on the floor, took the meat bun Song Jiang handed him, took a big bite, and after a moment, mumbled.

"You remember Fan Jian?"

Song Jiang sat down next to Mei Moyu. "Yeah, I remember. What about him?"

"He did something shady at the company, the CEO found out, and fired him on the spot."

Song Jiang rested a hand on his thigh, thought for a moment, and analyzed logically. "What did he do? Isn't Fan Jian's dad Fan Bin? Fan Bin's got so much pull at the company—could the CEO really fire him over something small?"

"Of course it wasn't over something small."

Mei Moyu lowered his voice.

"The boss had me secretly check the company's books before, and guess what? They don't add up at all."

Song Jiang asked, "What do you mean?"

"So I went through everything, top to bottom, and I found that the money that didn't add up was pocketed by someone inside the company. A few of those transactions didn't even go through the company's official accounts..."

By the end, Song Jiang had a rough idea of what was going on.

"So Fan Jian's the one who took the money?"

Mei Moyu took another bite, nodding. "Yeah."

Song Jiang furrowed his brow, skeptical. "Fan Jian doesn't seem like the sharpest tool in the shed. You really think he could've pulled something like this off?"

Mei Moyu agreed, "That's what I said—no way he could've. So everyone in the company figures it was Fan Jian's dad, Fan Bin, who put him up to it."

Song Jiang shot back, "Then why'd Fan Jian take the fall?"

Mei Moyu said, as if it were obvious, "No evidence. Everything's gotta have proof. Fan Bin shoved all the blame onto Fan Jian."

"The day it all came out, Fan Bin even gave Fan Jian a beating in front of the whole company."

"Who knows what those two are scheming, but Fan Jian actually confessed to everything, basically sealing his own fate on the embezzlement charge."

"The old man stayed, the young one took the fall. On the surface, it works, but everyone knows deep down—how could the old man not have known what his kid was up to? No way."

"This whole thing's got everyone in the company on edge. If Mr. Fu and Mr. Fan ever go at it publicly, the employees'll be the first to suffer."

Mei Moyu shifted, tucking one leg under himself, and went on, "Besides, Fan Jian, that guy, he's wild."

Song Jiang blinked. "What...?"

Mei Moyu shot him a look like 'you seriously don't know?' then glanced around, dropping his voice even lower, scared someone might overhear.

"All the shady stuff he's pulled over the years—fights, street racing, messing with girls. At bars, if he saw someone he liked, he'd make his move, then bail without a second thought. Worst time, he nearly killed a girl."

"Basically, he's got every bad habit a rich kid's got."

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