Stay at Your Place

Song Shi'an was in the elevator, his toes curling in embarrassment. Big sister! When you guys are gossiping about someone behind their back, could you at least walk a little further away! It didn't matter much that he heard it, but the problem was that Lu Mingyu beside him heard it too. Song Shi'an secretly glanced at Lu Mingyu, and seeing that there was no expression on his face, he finally let out a sigh of relief. [Phew, thank goodness. The overbearing president didn't take those words to heart.] [Are those two sisters telling the truth or not? Is this what they call a dog-pack waist?] Thinking this, Song Shi'an's gaze involuntarily fell on Lu Mingyu's waist and abdomen. The last time he stayed at the old residence, because he was frightened by Tang Ruan, he had grabbed a handful, and it had a great feel! [It's just a pity, he has no use for it.] "Assistant Song, what are you looking at?" Lu Mingyu suddenly asked. Song Shi'an hadn't reacted in time, blurting out, "Dog-pack waist... waist... yo hehe ah~" Halfway through his sentence, Song Shi'an forcibly reined in his wild and woolly words. He squeezed an awkward smile onto his face, feeling somewhat like crying without tears, "President Lu, I was just singing. Would you believe me?" Lu Mingyu's deep eyes held a faint smile and he didn't answer. Fine, the overbearing president wasn't an idiot, how could he believe that! The elevator gave a ding and slowly opened. What he bought was considered a high-end apartment in Sea City, with two households to an elevator. Song Shi'an entered the password and opened the door. The interior decoration was in warm tones, and Song Shi'an had bought a lot of little trinkets to decorate the whole place very cozily. Song Shi'an put down the things in his hand and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water for the overbearing president, handing it over. "President Lu, I'm at home and usually don't drink tea, only water." Song Shi'an placed the cup on the table. Lu Mingyu glanced at it, "Your place is a bit small." "It is a bit small, but I live alone, so it's enough." Song Shi'an nodded in response. In his heart, he couldn't help but inwardly curse, Damned rich people, do you know that this is Sea City where every inch of land is worth gold?! Just this location, just this neighborhood, a single square meter costs six figures! I still have twenty years of mortgage on my back, or else I'd put up with your crap?! The two of them usually spent a lot of time together, but when they got lumped together, the thing they talked about the most was work-related issues. This was the first time he had let Lu Mingyu come to his house, and Song Shi'an was a bit awkwardly at a loss for what to say. "Assistant Song, are you usually by yourself?" Lu Mingyu asked. Song Shi'an honestly nodded, "Mn." Work is busy as hell. Under your thumb, how much workload do I have? Don't you have any self-awareness in your heart?! Being an assistant, I not only handle work stuff, but I also have to manage your personal affairs. The slightest headache or fever and you demand me! You frequently call me to rush to your place in the middle of the night! Even the women your mother sends over, I have to deal with! Sigh, it's not like I haven't dated before. Back in the ambiguous stage, every time a girl chatted with me, I'd say my boss wanted me for something. The girl would directly curse me out as a scumbag, assuming I must be playing the field with multiple boats and didn't have time to reply to her! I am truly so wronged!! It's clearly because the boss has way too many damn problems!! Lu Mingyu coughed somewhat guiltily. Did he have that many things? He picked up the water on the table, took a sip, and said, "I've had the water, I'm heading back first." Song Shi'an hurried to the door, preparing to open it and send the overbearing president out. As a result, the moment he opened the door, a figure collapsed straight toward them, accompanied by a thick stench of alcohol. "Shi'an, did you know I was coming and specifically open the door for me?" Chen Jiashu's voice sounded by his ear, though it sounded somewhat slurred due to being drunk. Chen Jiashu was taller than him, and just like that, he collapsed against his body, leaving Song Shi'an struggling to hold him up. "Jiashu, sober up. If you want to sleep, go to the guest room. You're too heavy, I can't drag you." Song Shi'an whispered a reminder. Chen Jiashu let out a drunken hiccup, leaning against Song Shi'an's body with his eyes closed as he acted spoiled, "No, just lend me your shoulder to lean on for a bit first. My head is spinning so much." Song Shi'an stood in place somewhat at a loss. Looking at the overbearing president nearby, he said somewhat hesitantly, "President Lu, why don't you leave first? My friend seems to have gotten drunk." Lu Mingyu's face sank slightly. He had just said he lived alone, so why did a man suddenly pop out? "Your friend?" Lu Mingyu asked. Song Shi'an nodded, "Mn." Chen Jiashu was dead drunk and didn't notice anyone else in the room at all. Lying prone on Song Shi'an's body, he started to air his grievances, "Shi'an, let me tell you, those artists under me have ambitions higher than the heavens. When they made a mistake, they still made me drink to apologize. It made me drink until I feel so awful. Brew me some hangover soup, okay?" Song Shi'an gently patted his back, his voice gentle, "Alright, go lie down first, and I'll make it and bring it over to you." "No, I can't walk. I feel like the sky is spinning, I can't walk steadily." Chen Jiashu remained unmoved. Lu Mingyu stepped forward, and Song Shi'an grew a bit awkward, "President Lu..." Just as he shouted, the weight on his body lightened, and he saw Lu Mingyu hoisting Chen Jiashu up and tossing him onto the sofa. "Didn't you say you lived by yourself?" Lu Mingyu narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Song Shi'an. Song Shi'an felt it made zero sense to be stared at like this; Lu Mingyu looked as though he were conducting an interrogation. "He's my friend, he works as an agent. If he has business banquets nearby, he'll come over to my place to stay for a few days." Song Shi'an honestly replied. He had a very good relationship with Chen Jiashu. In such a massive city, having a familiar person to keep you company made things feel a bit less lonely. Chen Jiashu was slumped all over the sofa, drunkenly shouting, 'Shi'an, Shi'an! My head hurts so much, look at me...' Song Shi'an looked at the thoroughly drunk Chen Jiashu, then glanced at Lu Mingyu standing nearby, and said softly, "President Lu, you should head back first. My friend is drunk and I have to take care of him." Lu Mingyu looked as though roots had grown out of the soles of his feet, not moving an inch. With Lu Mingyu refusing to leave, Song Shi'an couldn't very well just kick the man out directly. The two of them stood there awkwardly. Finally, Lu Mingyu broke the silence, "It's getting late today." Song Shi'an was overjoyed and hurriedly nodded, "Yeah, President Lu, you should hurry back and get some rest." Lu Mingyu's tone paused, "It's too dark out, it's not safe for me to drive back. I'll just temporarily stay at your place for the night." Song Shi'an: "???" With his tall and robust build, looking like he could punch a bull to death with one blow, where was he unsafe?! His place was only this big; how could it possibly fit three people! "P... President Lu, my place only has two bedrooms total, and the space is small. I'm afraid it won't be convenient." Song Shi'an tactfully refused. Lu Mingyu didn't mind in the least, "It's fine. When I used to go on business trips, I've stayed in all sorts of environments." Song Shi'an choked. If the boss wanted to stay at your place, there was no way you could stubbornly kick the man out. Lu Mingyu casually closed the door and returned to the living room. In his living room sat a large and a small sofa. On the large sofa lay the thoroughly drunk Chen Jiashu, while on the small sofa sat the upright Lu Mingyu. "President Lu, I don't have any other guest rooms here." Song Shi'an continued tactfully. Lu Mingyu replied, "I'll just sleep with you." "But I..." Song Shi'an wanted to say something more, but Lu Mingyu cut him off, "Assistant Song has said so much—surely you can't mean you're unwelcoming to me?" Song Shi'an closed his mouth. Although he was unwilling in his heart, he couldn't voice it either, and could only force out two dry laughs, "Not at all."