17
Not Qualified to Command Me
Chapter 17: Not Qualified to Order Me
Lan Hai and Qi Xiaoxi both jolted simultaneously.
Jiang You turned to look at him with a livid expression.
Fu Jing revealed a mocking smile: “What? Your die-hard fans, your own people—nothing that can’t be said, right?”
After speaking, Fu Jing stood up, “I’m done eating. Take your time.”
After Fu Jing left, Qi Xiaoxi and Lan Hai both turned to Jiang You simultaneously, “Is it true or not?” they asked in unison.
“Don’t spread it around,” Jiang You instructed.
He neither admitted nor denied it.
Returning to the company, Jiang You went straight to Fu Jing’s office, where Fu Jing was busy at the time.
From Jiang You knocking and entering to standing in front of his desk, Fu Jing didn’t even spare him a glance.
Jiang You leaned one hand on his desk, “About the contract, don’t spread it around anymore.”
“Afraid of what? Don’t tell me you want to go back on your word?” Fu Jing set down the document in his hand.
“I always mean what I say, you know that,” Jiang You said calmly. “This contract isn’t a positive influence for Jiang Corporation, including you and me. Fu Jing, you need to watch your words and actions.”
Jiang You’s tone carried a hint of lecturing.
Fu Jing’s eyes instantly turned cold.
Jiang You was blaming him.
Fu Jing slowly stood up, walked around the desk, and approached Jiang You.
He was half a head taller than Jiang You and maintained good fitness habits, so his physique was excellent.
Standing opposite each other like this, the physical dominance of Fu Jing became apparent, and his aura grew even more powerful.
Looking down at Jiang You from above, he said, “Are you ordering me as my superior? Or as the person who shares my bed?”
Backlit, a shadow seemed to veil Fu Jing’s eyes, making it impossible to discern his emotions.
Jiang You: “…Both.”
He could sense the anger beneath Fu Jing’s calm demeanor, and he knew that his answer would inevitably add fuel to the fire.
He knew Fu Jing was heartless toward him, but he prayed that Fu Jing wouldn’t be too cruel.
So, what would Fu Jing do?
“Alright, understood, President Jiang.” Fu Jing’s lips curved into a charming smile as he nodded slightly.
He walked to the door and locked it, then turned back.
Jiang You didn’t understand why he locked the door and instinctively parted his lips but made no sound.
His body swayed slightly, and before he could react, he heard a ‘bang’—
Jiang You was grabbed by the back of his neck and violently pressed down onto the desk.
“You… what are you doing, Fu Jing?” Jiang You’s voice trembled with panic, his hands gripping the desk, knuckles turning white from the strain.
Jiang You’s cheekbone ached from the impact, and he suddenly felt grateful he hadn’t had plastic surgery, or the implants in his face would have been dislodged.
Fu Jing leaned down, his warm breath carrying a pleasant fragrance, brushing against Jiang You’s ear.
“You’re just a tool for me to relieve my physical needs. You’re not qualified to order me as the person who shares my bed.” Fu Jing’s voice was icy cold.
With a ‘click’—Jiang You’s belt was ripped from his waist and thrown to the floor.
Overwhelmed by tension, Jiang You unconsciously gasped for air.
Fu Jing glanced down, using his thumb to press against Jiang You’s pale lips, “Don’t act like it’s your first time.”
Jiang You closed his eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
Fu Jing gripped his waist, “Arch down.”
………………
The messy desk told the story of the fierce battle that had just taken place.
The person lying on it had been mercilessly invaded, ultimately becoming the other’s submissive.
Fu Jing threw the tissue in his face. “Clean up and get out.”
Jiang You was nearly exhausted, struggling to prop himself up against the desk to sit.
After it was over, he climbed down from the desk and straightened his clothes.
Spotting something on the table, he picked it up to check the expiration date. If he remembered correctly, this was from three years ago when they had used it.
“Fu Jing, this has expired.”
“It’s not going in your mouth,” Fu Jing replied nonchalantly, leaning back in his chair.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling window, illuminating Fu Jing’s profile. His handsome face reminded Jiang You of a time in college when they were desk mates.
It was during a cultural studies class early in their freshman year.
Fu Jing had arrived late that day, slipping in through the back door and taking the seat beside him.
With curved eyes and a brilliant smile, Fu Jing had said—
“Hey, Jiang You.”
In that moment, Jiang You’s heartbeat skyrocketed.
It was their first interaction.
He hadn’t expected Fu Jing to remember his name among a group of people they’d just met.
Fu Jing was now organizing the documents that had been disturbed earlier, his meticulous yet somewhat cold expression making him look completely unlike someone who had just done such things.
Four words rose unbidden in Jiang You’s mind—a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
After staring blankly at Fu Jing for a moment, Jiang You turned to leave.
He paused after unlocking the door, then turned back, circling the desk to stand before Fu Jing. “Sorry for my attitude earlier.”
Fu Jing glanced up at him without warmth and continued sorting the documents in his hands.
Jiang You stepped forward, took the documents from him and placed them on the desk, then bent down to hug him, patting the top of his head. “Don’t be angry, okay?”
Fu Jing furrowed his brows.
Jiang You cupped his face and gently kissed his cheek.
Just as he was about to go for a second kiss, the office door suddenly swung open—
“Fu…”
Upon seeing the scene before him, Liang Chen froze mid-action and voice.
Then with a “bang,” the door closed.
Liang Chen vanished without a trace.
As if by closing it fast enough, the door had never been opened.
Jiang You stood straight beside Fu Jing like a security guard on duty, his hands clenched tightly at his sides betraying his tension and panic.
He slowly turned his head to look at Fu Jing.
Fu Jing took a breath, barely suppressing a laugh.
Jiang You cleared his throat lightly and adjusted his shirt collar.
When someone feels awkward, they become very busy.
“Get out already,” Fu Jing said, crossing his legs and giving Jiang You a light kick on the knee.
Jiang You nodded numbly and turned to leave.
“Wait,” Fu Jing called after him. “Take the trash out with you.”
It was full of evidence of their indiscretion.
Jiang You turned back and obediently knelt to pack up the garbage.
Kneeling on the floor, Jiang You assumed a completely submissive posture, looking small and easily bullied.
Somehow, all of Fu Jing’s earlier displeasure vanished.
After Jiang You finished packing the trash bag, Fu Jing ordered him again, “Put the trash bag on properly.”
“Where are the trash bags?” Jiang You asked.
Fu Jing pulled open a drawer nearby, then crossed his arms, watching contentedly as the CEO of Jiang Corporation cleaned up for him.
He felt extremely pleased.
As Jiang You moved his hands, his watch screen lit up, displaying his biometric data.
Fu Jing noticed that Zhao Linsheng had an identical watch.
It appeared the two were connected, which was why Zhao Linsheng had been able to arrive promptly with medical personnel on the day Jiang You had the accident.
After securing the trash bag, Jiang You stood up holding the garbage. “Any other orders, wifey?”
“…” Fu Jing gritted his teeth. “Say that again.”