The CEO's Stomach Was Always So Fragile

Fine. Now that they lived so close, it was even easier to order him around.

Song Shi'an punched the bed twice, lowering his voice even as he complained.

"Nothing but trouble! Nothing but trouble! You feel unwell every day—why don't you just move into the hospital?"

He was afraid the people next door would hear him if he yelled too loudly.

Though he grumbled, his hands did not stop moving. He threw on some clothes and headed out.

At least he did not have to drive over now.

He stood at the door and knocked politely.

A slightly hoarse voice came from inside. "Come in. The door isn't locked."

With a gentle push, the door indeed opened.

Song Shi'an poked his head in.

Lu Mingyu was lying on the sofa.

The sofa was not long enough, leaving part of his legs hanging off the end.

He wore a loose gray set of pajamas, looking utterly languid.

Song Shi'an walked over lightly and closed the door behind him. "Mr. Lu, what's wrong?"

Seeing him arrive, Lu Mingyu lifted his eyelids slightly. "My stomach hurts."

Song Shi'an was already used to it. Out of ten domineering CEOs, nine had stomach problems, eight had headaches, and seven were germaphobes!

"Did you eat anything today?" Song Shi'an felt like he was about to become a doctor himself.

"I ate lunch with you. I didn't eat dinner." Lu Mingyu lowered his eyes, his voice hoarse.

Sure enough, he had the life of a domineering CEO. Such a fragile stomach.

"Mr. Lu, if your stomach is bad, you should still eat regular meals. Should I call Doctor Huang over to take a look?"

"No need. It's an old problem, and it's inconvenient for Doctor Huang to come over," Lu Mingyu said.

Song Shi'an: "..."

You know it's inconvenient for him, but don't you know it's inconvenient for me too? If it weren't for the money you pay me, I wouldn't care if you died at home!

After all, Lu Mingyu paid him one hundred thousand a month. Even if Lu Mingyu asked him to wipe his ass, he would do it.

A person could not give up money just for the sake of dignity.

"What? Does Assistant Song think I'm troublesome and not want to take care of me?" Lu Mingyu turned his face toward him.

Though his thoughts had been exposed, Song Shi'an's expression remained unchanged. "What are you saying? I'm your assistant, so naturally I should put you first in everything."

Did you hear that? I'm your assistant, not your nanny! If you're unwell, call a doctor! If you want to eat, call a chef! Why do you call me for everything!

Pretending not to hear him, Lu Mingyu repeated, "My stomach feels bad."

"Then should I make you some brown sugar water? Or get you a heat pack?" He wracked his brains, but those were the only ways he could think of to ease it.

Lu Mingyu's face darkened. "Do you think I have menstrual cramps?"

Holy shit! A domineering CEO actually knows about that! I thought he was some sheltered rich guy who knew nothing about the world.

"Then... should I cook you some congee? Put something in your stomach?" As a humble worker, he did not dare argue back.

Lu Mingyu glanced at him. "No need. I already told the chef at home to make it. You're not a chef, so why would I call you when I want food?"

Uh...

Why did that sound oddly familiar?

So? You don't need me to do anything either, so why did you call me over? To let me look at your haggard face and soothe your tender little heart?

"Mr. Lu, if there's nothing else, should I head back first?"

"I feel unwell. Stay and keep me company." Lu Mingyu paused before adding, "What if I die here and there's no one to pay your salary?"

"What are you saying, Mr. Lu? You're in such good health—you'll definitely live to a hundred!" Song Shi'an hurriedly flattered him.

Lu Mingyu closed his eyes slightly. Perhaps because of the stomachache, his complexion looked rather poor.

Song Shi'an had nothing to do standing there, and the awkwardness made him ask an unnecessary question. "Mr. Lu, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Massage it for me," Lu Mingyu said.

Song Shi'an: "!!!!"

Shocked!!

Completely shocked!!

What had he just heard?

Lu Mingyu wanted him to rub his stomach?

Was that for real?

Shouldn't this kind of thing be done by a delicate little wife?

"I..." Song Shi'an wanted to say something.

Then Lu Mingyu asked, "Assistant Song, are you unwilling?"

How could he dare be?

He reached out and placed his hand on Lu Mingyu's stomach...

We've clearly both been busy. Why is his body in such good shape? When did he secretly start working out behind my back!

These muscle lines are so nice. Sure enough, abs are the best cosmetic treatment for men. Even I, a man, think they look good.

But before he could finish rubbing, Lu Mingyu grabbed his hand.

Song Shi'an looked at Lu Mingyu in confusion.

A suspicious blush appeared on Lu Mingyu's originally pale face.

"Mr. Lu, what's wrong?" Song Shi'an asked blankly.

Lu Mingyu gritted his teeth. "My stomach hurts. Where are you touching?"

Song Shi'an lowered his head and looked at his hand.

He felt awkward. He had nearly touched the wrong place.

"I... I thought rubbing everywhere might make you feel better." Song Shi'an tried to defend himself dryly.

"Assistant Song, pay attention. If you rub the wrong place again, I'll think you have other intentions." His low voice sounded beside Song Shi'an's ear.

Song Shi'an shuddered and instantly behaved himself, not daring to let his thoughts wander anymore.

If Lu Mingyu really thought he had improper intentions toward him, he would be finished!

He honestly continued rubbing Lu Mingyu's stomach.

He did not know how long passed.

Seeing Lu Mingyu lying on the sofa with his eyes closed, Song Shi'an asked softly, "Mr. Lu, do you feel better?"

"Mm." Lu Mingyu did not move, merely gave a quiet response.

Since Lu Mingyu showed no other reaction, Song Shi'an could only force himself to say again, "Mr. Lu, if you're feeling better, I'll go pour you a glass of water."

My arm is so sore. I must have been rubbing for at least half an hour. And he's lying there like it's perfectly natural!

Lu Mingyu finally showed mercy and nodded. "All right."

Finally free, Song Shi'an pulled back his hand and went to the kitchen for water, only to discover that Lu Mingyu had just moved in and had nothing there.

He could only turn back. "Mr. Lu, I'll go to my place and pour you some water."

Lu Mingyu still responded lazily.

Song Shi'an poured a glass of warm water and brought it over.

He held the cup firmly with both hands.

Otherwise, he was afraid that with two single men alone in a room, spilling water on Lu Mingyu would be far too suggestive!