Chapter 108: Little Brat, Happy Now That You’ve Bitten Me?

Chapter 108: Little Rascal, Are You Happy After Biting Me?

"Still want to go watch the mistress-catching scene?"

Song Jiang remained motionless, arms wrapped around Fu Zhichen's neck, which could be interpreted as him playing possum.

It was the first time he had been held by Fu Zhichen in this position, their chests pressed flush against each other.

Even through the hospital gown, he could clearly feel the scorching heat of Fu Zhichen's palm.

The heat quickly spread throughout his entire body.

His face must have caught some of that heat, too.

During that kiss just now, he had felt his heart racing wildly.

It was just one kiss—why was he reacting so weirdly?

"Song Jiang, it's not like you've never kissed before. What are you blushing about?"

Well, it was indeed not his first time. He almost forgot—his first kiss had been stolen by the very guy talking to him right now.

The main reason he didn't look up was that last time he blushed, Fu Zhichen said he looked like a monkey's ass, which was extremely embarrassing.

Song Jiang didn't reply, and Fu Zhichen carried him over to the window without waiting for an answer. Fu Zhichen stood with his back to the window, so the moment Song Jiang opened his eyes, he could see the scene downstairs.

In the afternoon, the light by the window was way brighter than inside the room. Song Jiang slightly raised his head and glanced down.

After just one look, he closed his eyes again.

It wasn't for any other reason—he was embarrassingly afraid of heights.

He didn't mean the floor of the fancy ward—he meant Fu Zhichen's height.

Was this guy seriously this tall?

No wonder Fu Zhichen was always in that wheelchair—maybe he was scared of heights too.

Downstairs was all peaceful, birds chirping, flowers blooming. Too bad there was no fight to watch, just a bunch of old folks out for a stroll.

"It's gone." Song Jiang sounded disappointed, mumbling under his breath.

Fu Zhichen remarked, "What, Song Jiang, are you blaming me for kissing you for too long?"

???

Song Jiang's head shot up—not for any other reason than to figure out what weird logic Fu Zhichen was running on now. When did he ever act like he was blaming anyone?

Fu Zhichen gave him a cold look. "I kissed you that long because you didn't believe me."

"That's not on me."

???

How could lips that soft say something so ridiculous?

Did he switch back to his first personality again?

Song Jiang couldn't deal with that first personality. A sudden idea hit him.

"Fu..."

"Mhm..."

He couldn't call him President Fu. Song Jiang silently chanted Fu Zhichen's name three times in his head—Fu Zhichen, Fu Zhichen, Fu Zhichen.

But in the end, he just couldn't get the words out. Song Jiang gave up—whatever, he didn't need to say the name. It was just the two of them here anyway.

He reached up and cupped Fu Zhichen's face in both hands. Fu Zhichen kept a blank face, looking at him like he was confused.

His goal was simple—he wanted to catch Fu Zhichen off guard.

Song Jiang narrowed his almond-shaped eyes and said in a soft voice,

"President Fu, can you carry me back to bed? Aren't you tired from holding me this long?"

The little housekeeper's eyes were red at the corners, the blush still lingering on his face, and his red lips curled up slightly, like he was thinking of something.

He looked like a sly fox about to pull something.

Interesting. He was curious what the little housekeeper was up to.

Fu Zhichen didn't change his expression, still as sharp-tongued as ever. "Song Jiang, are you doubting me, or do you have a wrong idea about how much you weigh?"

He didn't dare question Fu Zhichen's perfect body, and he knew his own weight—he definitely wasn't heavy. It was just an excuse he'd come up with.

Song Jiang let out a dry laugh, trying to brush it off. "I'm just a little hot."

With that, he fanned himself with his hand a couple of times.

He wasn't lying—he was genuinely hot. He could feel a thin layer of sweat forming on his back.

Fu Zhichen stared at Song Jiang, confused, for a few more seconds before finally walking back into the room.

Song Jiang held onto Fu Zhichen's neck, scheming in his head.

When Fu Zhichen put him on the bed, he'd have to bend down. As long as he was quick enough to dive back under the covers, Fu Zhichen wouldn't be able to catch him.

Even if he did catch him, he was a patient—Fu Zhichen wouldn't dare do anything to him.

With that thought, Song Jiang felt a bit more confident.

Now or never!

Every move Fu Zhichen made next went exactly as Song Jiang expected.

He pulled back the covers, bent down to set Song Jiang on the bed, and let go.

The second Fu Zhichen let go, Song Jiang grabbed his suit collar, lifted his head, and leaned in toward his face.

Fu Zhichen stayed completely calm at Song Jiang's move.

The little housekeeper was kissing him on his own—why not enjoy it?

Just as Fu Zhichen closed his eyes and was about to wrap his arms around Song Jiang's waist to enjoy the kiss...

A sharp pain shot through his lower lip, and his arms closed around nothing but air.

When he opened his eyes again, Song Jiang had already ducked under the covers, only a few slender fingertips gripping the blanket's edge, trembling slightly.

Scared, and yet he still dared to bite him.

Fu Zhichen touched the spot that stung with his index finger, and sure enough, there was blood.

No wonder he'd shrunk back under the covers—the little rascal was so mischievous. He really wanted to drag him out and teach him a lesson.

"Song Jiang, I've made a note of this. You owe me one for this."

He'd collect it all later. Hopefully, the little steward could handle it, because he wouldn't stop just because the guy shed a few tears.

Song Jiang had no idea what Fu Zhichen was thinking; his world was pitch black right now.

He heard Fu Zhichen chuckle softly, then after saying just one sentence, there was no more sound.

What the heck is going on?

Fu Zhichen's move was bound to make anyone uneasy.

Under the covers, he could only hear his own heart pounding wildly after what he'd just done.

Could it be that Fu Zhichen knew better now and didn't dare mess with him anymore?

Hmph, so Fu Zhichen finally got what he deserved.

By the way, Fu Zhichen was pursuing him...

How do novel CEOs usually go after someone?

If he wanted mousse cake every day, would Fu Zhichen buy it for him?

If he wanted the moon in the sky, would Fu Zhichen go out of his way to pluck it down for him?

And what if he asked the CEO to hand him a hundred-million-dollar check—would he give it?

If he and Fu Zhichen got together, would Old Madam Fu still give him six million?

No, the CEO was so rich; a mere six million would be pocket change for him.

With the richest CEO in the whole book as his partner, he could throw his weight around here, right? After all, Fu Zhichen liked him and would surely have his back.

...

...

One question after another popped up, and before he knew it, Song Jiang felt that being with Fu Zhichen might be more beneficial than harmful.

Song Jiang quickly shook his head—no, no!

He couldn't let money blind him!

Fu Zhichen had to pursue him seriously before he would consider it; otherwise, he'd be doing himself a disservice!

His thoughts were a tangled mess, and the room stayed silent. The more he thought, the more awake he got, until he couldn't sleep at all.

Song Jiang finally lifted one edge of the covers, revealing a pair of round, almond-shaped eyes full of mischief.

He successfully met the gaze of the man sitting on the small sofa in the room, working.

"You little rascal, feeling good after biting me?"

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Late-night sweetness overload from the young couple!

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