Distorted Fairy Tale - Chapter 7

Life continued in its mundane fashion. Fu Yuting remained busy, the servants continued to whisper behind his back, the butler stayed polite but distant, and Song Zhen continued to wander the large house like a ghost.

One day, while scrolling through his phone, Song Zhen came across a cooking livestream. The comment section was buzzing with interaction.

A thought struck him: he could do that too.

Making money wasn’t the goal; he just wanted a way to pass the time.

Song Zhen had worked in a bakery before and knew how to make many types of pastries. Since leaving that job, he hadn’t been able to afford the necessary tools, so it had been a long time since he’d baked anything.

The villa had two kitchens, one of which was designed for Western-style cooking and was fully equipped. Song Zhen’s eyes lit up at the sight of it.

He asked the butler if he could use it.

Without even consulting Fu Yuting, the butler replied, “Of course you may.”

And so, Song Zhen began livestreaming himself baking cakes.

At first, very few people watched. But after a few days, the audience began to grow.

Song Zhen didn’t show his face; the camera only captured his lower half draped in an apron.

When someone asked about a specific step, he would explain it with great patience.

His voice was gentle, his pace steady, and he never asked for donations. Soon, he had a loyal group of regular viewers.

Song Zhen was genuinely happy; he finally had people to talk to.

Since he couldn’t eat all the pastries he made by himself, he began sharing them with the servants and the butler. Initially, they all declined, but after Song Zhen asked several times, they eventually gave in.

The eyes of everyone who took a bite lit up.

Song Zhen’s desserts were truly, exceptionally delicious.

They were easily as good as anything a professional chef could produce. Eventually, it became a silent agreement—no one said it out loud, but everyone secretly looked forward to Song Zhen’s daily livestreams.

Over the past few months, the servants had begun to realize that Song Zhen was a very kind person. Even though he came from the slums, lacked a high school diploma, and was just a Beta, having a beautiful and gentle “Young Mistress” wasn’t so bad after all.

Slowly, some of them even began to engage in small talk with him.

One day, Song Zhen made a particularly perfect Black Forest cake. After sharing it with the staff, who were full of praise, a shy Song Zhen decided he would bring a portion to Fu Yuting.

Fu Yuting worked so hard; surely a piece of cake would brighten his mood.

With that in mind, Song Zhen carefully packaged the cake, making it look exquisite.

Wanting to surprise him, Song Zhen went on his own and even begged the butler not to tell Fu Yuting.

He wore a white jacket that Song Heng had bought for him. Song Heng always said he looked best in white, and Song Zhen cherished the garment so much he rarely wore it.

Upon arriving at the Fu Group headquarters, Song Zhen, having learned his lesson, called Assistant Lin to come down and meet him, but asked him to keep it a secret from the boss.

Assistant Lin treated Song Zhen’s request like a royal decree. This was the boss’s husband, after all; he couldn’t be neglected.

Fu Yuting’s office was on the 27th floor, reachable quickly via a private elevator.

Thinking the couple wanted some private “sweet time,” Assistant Lin tactfully said, “Mr. Song, I’ll get back to work now. Please contact me if you need anything.”

Song Zhen nodded and walked toward the office at the end of the hall.

Just as he was about to push open the door, he heard an unfamiliar voice coming from inside. It was a clear, pleasant voice.

“Fu Yuting, stop working and play with me for a bit.”

The tone was indistinguishable from flirting.

Fu Yuting’s response wasn’t cold like it was with Song Zhen. Instead, he said warmly, “Don’t be trouble.”

The indulgence in his voice was unmistakable.

Song Zhen felt a sharp pang in his chest, like he’d been pricked by a needle.

He stood frozen at the door, his grip tightening on the bag’s handle until his knuckles turned white. He completely lost the courage to push that door open.

Hearing footsteps approaching the door from the inside, Song Zhen snapped out of his daze and tried to flee in a panic. In his haste, he stumbled and fell right against the office door.

“Ah!”

With a startled cry, Song Zhen tumbled into Fu Yuting’s office. Fortunately, the floor was carpeted, so the fall didn’t hurt much.

The office went so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

After a suffocating silence, a hand reached down to help Song Zhen up. The owner of the hand asked worriedly, “Are you alright?”

Song Zhen looked up at the person helping him. It was an Omega—not only did he have a beautiful voice, but he was also stunningly handsome. Fu Yuting stood nearby, watching coldly with a deep frown, seemingly shocked by Song Zhen’s sudden appearance.

“I’m fine,” Song Zhen whispered. Standing up with the Omega’s help, he noticed the front of his jacket was covered in dark stains.

The cake had been crushed. Along with his heartfelt gesture, it had turned into a dark, messy smudge.

Sticky cream clung to the white fabric.

It was humiliating.

Song Zhen wanted nothing more than to disappear through the floor.

The Omega pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and offered it to him. “Your clothes are dirty. Here, wipe it off.”

Song Zhen managed a smile that looked more painful than a sob. He shook his head. “…No, thank you.”

“May I ask why you’re here?” the Omega continued.

Song Zhen instinctively glanced at Fu Yuting, but the man showed no intention of introducing him. Song Zhen pressed his lips together and said, “I’m just a delivery person.” He then bowed to Fu Yuting, his voice trembling slightly. “I’m sorry, Mr. Fu. I crushed your delivery.”

Fu Yuting remained silent, his cold gaze fixed on Song Zhen.

The Omega tried to smooth things over. “It’s okay. We can just order another one. You should go to the restroom and clean up. You can use some soap on the stains and then use the dryer.”

“Okay, thank you.”

Song Zhen didn’t look at Fu Yuting again; he turned and left.

On the way there, he had wondered how Fu Yuting would react. Would his eyes soften? Would his voice grow tender? Would he arrogantly call it “average” or dismissively say it was “fine”?

Song Zhen had arrived full of joy, only to leave covered in misery.

When he reached the first floor, Assistant Lin stopped him.

“Mr. Song, the President wants you to go to the hospital for a check-up.” Lin then handed him a black suit jacket that looked a bit too large. “Change out of those dirty clothes. I think you should throw that jacket away; I’ll buy you a similar one.”

Song Zhen clutched his white jacket tightly and shook his head vigorously. “No! I’m not throwing it away!”

“Then change out of it first. I’ll have it dry-cleaned and returned to you,” Lin said. “Is that alright?”

Song Zhen was silent for a moment before nodding.

He put on the black suit jacket, which was heavily scented with a rich aroma of dark sandalwood.

After the doctor confirmed the baby was fine, Assistant Lin sent the report to Fu Yuting. Lin then drove Song Zhen toward home. halfway there, Song Zhen saw the sign for Xishan Park and asked to be let out.

Seeing the palpable sadness radiating from Song Zhen, Lin felt a pang of pity. He said softly, “Mr. Song, call the driver when you’re tired. Please try to get home early.”

“Okay,” Song Zhen replied, his head bowed. Before stepping out, he asked, “Assistant Lin, do you know who the Omega in Fu Yuting’s office was?”

Lin hesitated. There was only one Omega he knew of who could enter that office freely.

“That was the youngest son of the Zhou family, Zhou Nining. From what I know, he saved the President when they were children, so the President has been quite protective of him over the years.”

“Along with the eldest son of the Ji family, Ji Xiuyuan, the three of them grew up together.”

Song Zhen listened in silence and nodded. “I see.”

Childhood sweethearts and a life-saver. No wonder they were so close.

But he had saved Fu Yuting too. Why wouldn’t Fu Yuting speak to him with such tenderness?

“Does Fu Yuting like him?” Song Zhen asked suddenly.

He was met with a deafening silence.

Assistant Lin’s lack of response was an answer in itself.

Song Zhen wandered aimlessly through the park, feeling exhausted. His mind was filled with Zhou Nining’s beautiful face, his pleasant voice, and the memory of the servants saying “Someone like Young Master Zhou is the only proper match.”

“Young Master Zhou” must have been Zhou Nining.

When he saw them standing together, even he had to admit they looked perfect together. Someone like that truly belonged by Fu Yuting’s side.

Meanwhile, he was just a pathetic figure crumpled on the floor, looking up at them.

Fu Yuting was so gentle with Zhou Nining. And Zhou Nining seemed like a lovely person someone raised in luxury, beautiful, elegant, and an Omega.

Song Zhen wanted to go home.

Not to Fu Yuting’s mansion, but to the home he shared with Song Heng.

“Heng-heng, I miss you so much,” Song Zhen whispered sadly to himself. No one answered.

A gust of wind brushed through his hair, like a lover’s gentle touch.

Song Zhen bought the next train ticket back to the slums.

By the time Fu Yuting returned home, it was nearly nine o’clock. The sofa was empty; he assumed Song Zhen had already gone to bed. He went to the second floor and switched on the bedroom light, but the room was empty.

Fu Yuting frowned.

He asked the butler, “Where is he?”

“Mr. Song went out this afternoon to bring you a cake. I assumed he would return with you.”

Fu Yuting called Song Zhen several times, but the calls went unanswered.

His expression instantly darkened. He called Assistant Lin, his voice freezing. “I told you to bring him back. Where is he!?”

Lin explained nervously over the phone, “Mr. Song said he wanted to walk around Xishan Park, so… he got out there.”

“Xi-shan. Park.” Fu Yuting let out a cold laugh. “Changing destinations without reporting to me? Lin Ze, if you’re so good at making decisions, maybe I should be your assistant.”

“I told you to bring him back. Who told you to drop him off at some park!?” Fu Yuting’s voice grew even colder. “Send people to find him now. If you don’t find him, don’t bother coming back to work!”

“Yes, sir!”

A team searched all night but found nothing. Fu Yuting’s temper was reaching a breaking point when Lin Ze finally called back.

“President Fu, we found him! Mr. Song bought a train ticket last night and went to City C!”

Assistant Lin’s job was safe for now.

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