After Forcing Me to Work, the Boss Regretted It

Chapter 0 After Forcing Me to Get a Job, the Big Shot Regretted It I stayed by the big shot’s side all the way from his humble beginnings to his stunning rise. Naturally, I ended up living the good life too. Every day, I holed up in his sprawling villa, played games, ordered takeout, and obediently played the part of a useless little freeloader waiting to die in comfort. Life was boring and lavish. Exactly the kind of good life I had always dreamed of. But one day, the big shot suddenly told me to go out and find a job. “Are we bankrupt?” “No.” Tears welled up in my eyes. I immediately pointed at myself. “You don’t want to support me anymore?” “Of course not. I just think you should have your own career and your own life too.” Fine, fine, fine. So it turned out he thought I was an eyesore sitting around at home. In the end, after the big shot coaxed and badgered me, I was forced out into society. But once I left the shelter of his protection… I discovered that the outside world wasn’t raining at all! My kind coworkers took me along to slack off every day. They even taught me how to drink and played games with me. Gradually, I came home later and later. Once, I didn’t even get home until the early hours of the morning. The big shot sat on the sofa with a cold face, waiting for me for nearly five hours. When he saw me come back reeking of alcohol, his sharp eyes darkened. “What kind of job are you working, exactly? You’re busier than I am every day.” I waved him off. “Oh, come on. I was just hanging out with my coworkers.” A sudden pain shot through my wrist. The big shot grabbed my hand, his voice cold as ice. “Where’s your wedding ring?” I shook my alcohol-soaked brain and mumbled, “I went out to play ball with my coworkers this afternoon. The ring kept digging into me, and taking care of it was too much trouble, so I took it off.” The next day, as soon as I woke up with a hangover, the big shot insisted on forcing me to quit. Hold on, buddy. Weren’t you the one who forced me to take this job in the first place?