Chapter 10 Even Breathing Is Wrong

"......"

When I received the WeChat message.

Cheng Jia just parked his car outside the alley where he rented a place.

This is an old-style urban village in Ruian District. There are no residential communities or family compounds. All the houses are self-built detached houses with a maze of alleys. Strangers will definitely get lost if they come in.

But there are still streetlights and trash cans, after all, it's a modern society.

The rent is low, and the neighborhood is a mixed bag of people.

"Beep." The car door was locked.

Cheng Jia walked home, holding her phone.

On the WeChat page, Cheng Jia had not yet replied to the sarcastic messages sent by Shi Qingci.

He didn't know how to reply; whatever he said felt off.

The WeChat contact card was recommended to him by Zhou Minghe not long ago.

Boss Zhou said, "Mr. Shi will be staying in Jingang for a while to inspect a few projects. Add him on WeChat and chat with him more. After all, you're classmates. If he goes to Jinhe again, you can still host him, and your commission will remain the same."

Cheng Jia didn't know how Chen Bin had told Zhou Minghe about streaking.

Did anyone say he had a grudge against Shi Qingci?

Anyway, no one mentioned asking him to resign anymore.

Cheng Jia didn't bring it up herself.

He really didn't want to leave Jingang unless absolutely necessary.

The elderly often say that fallen leaves return to their roots; but when life is about to end...

Cheng Jia wanted to buy a burial plot closer to her parents.

The cemeteries in Jinkang are definitely cheaper than those in Hong Kong.

Cheng Jia rented a two-bedroom apartment on the third floor with a kitchen and a bathroom. The old furniture was still usable, and the rent was only 800 yuan a month.

My WeChat buzzed again as I was changing my shoes at the door.

Zhou Minghe: [Why aren't you replying to their messages? Dude, I'm swamped with work in France, can't you pay a little more attention to our big client?]

Zhou Minghe: [If you don't reply to my message, I'll bombard you with phone calls!]

Cheng Jia looked tired as she took off her shirt and replied to Boss Zhou's voice message: "How did you know I didn't reply to him?"

Zhou Minghe: [Someone complained to me and wants me to deduct your salary.]

"?" Cheng Jia tilted his head.

Shi Qingci asked his boss to deduct his salary.

Damn, power really does oppress people.

He shuffled towards the bathroom in his sandals, frowning as he thought for a moment.

I typed a few words to Shi Qingci.

[This is a scam: Received]

[This is a scam: Goodnight, Mr. Shi]

"......"

After washing up, Shi Qingci waited for ten minutes, but he didn't reply.

Cheng Jia finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned off her phone to go to sleep.

He disliked gossip, especially when it came from Shi Qingci's mouth.

There's no need to explain to those who don't believe him.

Those who believe in him need no explanation.

Cheng Jia has never slept with anyone and is still a virgin.

How should I say this to Shi Qingci?

That's so embarrassing.

I'd rather go to sleep.

*

The next few days were uneventful.

At first, Cheng Jia was quite worried, fearing that Shi Qingci would come and cause him trouble.

He worked smoothly for a few days, but the person who harbored deep resentment and planned revenge never appeared again.

This gave Cheng Jia a psychedelic feeling at times.

Just as if Shi Qingci had never come, they never met again.

Jasmine, a wealthy woman from Hong Kong, was quite unhappy because Cheng Jia stood her up that night and didn't go to Hong Kong with her. Recently, she often calls Cheng Jia after getting drunk in Hong Kong.

She whined and pleaded, refusing to let Cheng Jia hang up the phone.

In her fifties, Cheng Jia sometimes almost blurts out, "Auntie, please let me go," but she holds it in for fear of losing the client completely.

Although he doesn't lack clients, no one ever complains about having too much money.

Cheng Jia was willing to spend his time on this, knowing that answering the phone and chatting with the customer would secure him a commission of several thousand yuan on drinks.

On the eighth night after their reunion.

Just after 10:30 p.m., Zhou Minghe arrived at the venue.

He is 26 years old this year, two years older than Cheng Jia. He is a straight man who changes girlfriends more often than he changes clothes. He is also quite handsome and righteous in his words and deeds.

When they arrived, Cheng Jia was leaning on the second-floor railing, answering a phone call from Sister Jasmine.

Yes, Shi Qingci, dressed in sportswear, was following behind Zhou Minghe.

The two have been meeting frequently lately because of the Zhou family's new city development zone project. As a member of the younger generation of the Zhou family, Zhou Minghe naturally has to accompany President Shi to inspect the site.

In the afternoon, I played golf with several vice presidents in the suburbs.

Zhou Minghe said he was coming to the bar that night and casually invited Shi Zong to come along too.

Surprisingly, Mr. Shi actually agreed.

On the way here, Boss Zhou called Cheng Jia to let her know in advance that a private room had been arranged.

But Cheng Jia's phone was constantly busy.

"...Sister, how could I not miss you? Yes, I really do miss you," Cheng Jia said listlessly to her phone, her eyes fixed on the dance floor on the first floor. "Yeah, the pink nail polish looks good too, um, it suits your skin tone...Are you coming in a few days? Sure, I'll pick you up from the airport...uh?"

Cheng Jia felt a tap on the shoulder.

Turning around, I saw Boss Zhou and behind him, President Shi with a cold face!

The bar was dimly lit, and Shi Qingci was wearing a pure black baseball uniform. With her height of nearly 1.9 meters, broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs, she was extremely eye-catching.

The baseball jacket was neatly zipped up.

Zhou Minghe was also wearing sportswear, a light blue set.

They've been going to the suburbs a lot lately, and their clothes are less business-like, leaning more towards casual and comfortable styles.

“…Boss,” Cheng Jia quickly hung up the phone, not daring to look Shi Qingci in the eye, and greeted him with her head down, “Hello, Mr. Shi.”

In front of President Shi, Zhou Minghe reprimanded his employee: "What are you doing? You're openly making phone calls during work hours. I watched your phone being busy for half an hour. Your girlfriend?"

“No, it’s a client,” Cheng Jia said.

Shi Qingci's gaze was cold and icy, making her presence very noticeable.

Cheng Jia was wearing a silver sequined shirt today, which was dazzling and eye-catching. The area above the chest was made of sheer fabric, and her collarbone and shoulders were faintly visible.

My neck felt empty, because the dove ring was gone.

but--

When I saw Cheng Jia answering the phone just now, she was wearing a new ring on the finger holding the phone. The silver ring was simple and plain.

Cheng Jia wore it on his little finger, which made his hand bones look long and slender.

Shi Qingci pursed her lips tightly, unable to resist staring at the new ring a few more times.

This conman has no shortage of rings to wear.

That's why he threw away the white dove ring so casually.

I just left it on the shoe rack.

Is that right?

"What client? Stop answering the phone. Can't you see who's here? President Shi is much more important than any other client. Come on, you come with me to keep him company." Zhou Minghe winked at Cheng Jia.

He indicated to Cheng Jia that they should put the other clients aside for now.

First, we received Mr. Shi.

Cheng Jia was very perceptive and immediately set off to lead the way: "The three nines are still empty, Mr. Shi, this way please."

"Mr. Shi, let's go." Zhou Minghe smiled brightly and friendly.

Shi Qingci said calmly, "Just call me by my name, Mr. Zhou."

Of course, it was intentional to be on good terms with Cheng Jia's boss.

This will make things easier in the future.

"Huh? Hahaha! Then don't call me Little President Zhou anymore," Zhou Minghe was naturally smooth and cheerful, and the change in address could instantly bring them closer, so he was quite flattered. "We're about the same age, so if you don't want to be a stranger, you can just call me by my name, okay?"

Shi Qingci nodded: "Okay."

"......"

Regardless of whether there are guests making reservations, the three private rooms are thoroughly cleaned by staff every day.

Cheng Jia had already waved towards the end of the corridor, signaling someone to turn on the lights ahead of time.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the private room, he stood close to the wall, quietly waiting for the two bosses to go in first. Zhou Minghe, being the owner, went into the private room first.

Shi Qingci deliberately slowed her pace and paused slightly in front of Cheng Jia.

"The clothes are ugly," he said of the see-through outfit.

Cheng Jia wondered if she had misheard: "...What?"

Was that Shi Qingci speaking just now?

He said he smelled bad?

Is it ugly or smelly?

But the person had already entered the private room, and there was no chance to ask again.

Cheng Jia followed inside with some doubts, quickly grabbing her clothes and sniffing them as she went.

It doesn't smell bad, it's sandalwood scented laundry detergent, and it's cheap and comes in a large bottle.

Cheng Jia quickly figured it out.

When someone hates him, even his breathing is wrong.

It doesn't matter whether it smells bad or looks ugly.

Shi Qingci disliked him.

So when Cheng Jia came to the sofa and asked them what they wanted to drink, he deliberately walked to the innermost part of the private room and stood next to Zhou Minghe.

Keep your distance from that picky young nobleman.

To avoid offending others.

"......"