I’m Ready. Aren’t We Going to Do It?

Chen Ju knew Li Qing always thought Chen Ju was easy to fool. Was he really that stupid?

When Li Qing realized Chen Ju had gone quiet on the other end of the phone, he knew Chen Ju was upset. Whenever Chen Ju was unhappy, he went silent. He wasn’t quick with words and couldn’t argue back, so he simply sulked to himself.

“All right, I was wrong. I’m sorry. Just focus on your work, haha.” Li Qing chuckled awkwardly, changing the subject. “By the way, when the manager was putting together this month’s employee birthday list, I saw your name. Are you free tomorrow? Let me buy you a drink.”

Click. The door opened. Chen Ju glanced toward the entrance and saw Jiang Zhou had come back. Not wanting Li Qing to find out about his relationship with Jiang Zhou, he hurriedly said, “Sure. I, uh, have something to do here, so I’ll hang up.”

After saying that, he ended the call. When he looked up, Jiang Zhou was already watching him.

“Who was that?” Jiang Zhou hung his overcoat on the coat rack and walked over.

Chen Ju answered honestly, “It was Brother Qing. He, he wanted to ask me something.”

Jiang Zhou sat on the sofa and crooked a finger at Chen Ju. “Come here.”

“Oh.” Chen Ju shuffled over. As soon as he stopped, Jiang Zhou grabbed his wrist and pulled him onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around Chen Ju from behind and rested his chin on his head, as if hugging a body pillow.

Although he’d been Jiang Zhou’s body pillow for several days now, Chen Ju still wasn’t used to it. Every time, he tensed up and didn’t dare move a muscle...