Chapter 12 is not worth it

I was young then.

I didn't know the consequences would be so severe.

I went on a whim.

This is Cheng Jia's post-incident summary of the near-death experience.

It was glossed over so lightly and simply.

"Cheng Jia, let's play a game." Shi Qingci's face was cold and unreadable. In front of him was a bottle of drinks that Goatee had just mixed.

A row of six tall, short-bellied cups with glacier-patterned stems.

He continued, "Ten thousand per cup, cash on transfer."

Let's see if Cheng Jia will still drink it.

Money over life.

"......"

Just as Cheng Jiagang finished saying that he wouldn't drink so much even if he were paid, this person offered him money as bait.

And that reproachful look in his eyes...

What is being condemned?

It's nothing more than wanting to retaliate.

Drinking is a new form of retaliation, isn't it?

Will Shi Qingci be able to vent his anger after he drinks it?

Cheng Jia looked at the six cups of wine.

Cognac brandy with an alcohol content of 40%.

He could probably drink about twelve glasses of alcohol, and would be lying in bed feeling dizzy for two days afterward.

Cheng Jia didn't care about the dizziness.

I'm worried about my stomach...

"Huh?" Zhou Minghe heard them talking and was surprised that this guy was so interested in playing games with Cheng Jia. "Sales champion, can you drink? You said you needed to take care of your stomach last month, are you feeling better now?"

If Cheng Jia can drink, he can keep Mr. Shi company for him tonight.

Zhou Minghe certainly hoped things would develop this way.

The door to the private room opened, and Sweetheart, who had gone to get the milk, returned with cheerful steps, unaware of the exciting scene unfolding before her.

Cheng Jia reached out and took the milk from Sweetheart. He pursed his lips slightly, his face a little pale, but he stared straight back at the man in black casual clothes. He smiled and agreed.

“Since Mr. Shi has said so, of course I can drink.”

"Is that so, for money?" Shi Qingci's fingers, resting on her knees, gradually tightened.

Just how desperate for money is this person?

Pouring wine and serving female guests.

They have absolutely no bottom line.

"......"

no.

It is for atonement.

Cheng Jia shook his head: "Mr. Shi is President Zhou's honored guest. It is my honor to have fun with you. There is no need for money. I will drink these six cups as an advance blessing for your careers and all the best."

"Great!" Zhou Minghe was very satisfied. "Xiao Cheng, you know how to talk. Just for that one sentence, I'll double your year-end bonus!"

Aibao and Tianxin were very supportive, covering their mouths and smiling sweetly in amazement.

Cheng Jia was also very happy, as she hadn't expected such an unexpected gain.

"Thank you, boss. I'll begin now."

Sweetheart quickly reminded him, "Brother Jia, why don't you drink your milk first?"

"Oh, okay." Cheng Jia lowered her head to remove the straw.

Based on his previous personality, he wouldn't have drunk milk.

But things are different now.

I've been diagnosed with stomach cancer.

On the DJ booth, Lin Baiyue and the others started playing guitar.

It is a soothing, melancholic love song.

"......"

Everything around them seemed to slow down. Shi Qingci's face was silent as she watched Cheng Jia disassemble the straw in the dim light.

Cheng Jia seemed afraid they would get impatient while waiting.

They drank the milk in big gulps, making the most of every second so as not to drink too slowly.

The arrogant punk who used to sit on a dormitory chair with dyed blue hair, eating blueberry ice cream, is now sitting in a bar booth, accepting all his demands with a meek and submissive demeanor.

but--

All compliance is just an illusion.

Cheng Jia's meaning was clear: he wanted Shi Qingci to report all the information.

Because he desperately wanted to distance himself from him.

Shi Qingci understood. Every frame of Cheng Jiashun's obedience felt like countless ice knives piercing his heart, driving him to the brink of despair.

Cheng Jia is bad; Cheng Jia has no heart.

Cheng Jia comes and goes as she pleases.

He did nothing wrong, but Cheng Jia just didn't want him.

How could someone like Cheng Jia exist in this world?

Shi Qingci almost hated him to death.

Difficulty breathing.

There were six cups of wine on the table. Cheng Jia didn't even glance at Shi Qingci before picking them up and chugging them down.

I was so afraid that Shi Qingci would change her mind that I drank it very quickly.

Zhou Minghe called out to him, "Hey! What's the rush? Drink slowly, who's urging you?"

"...If you like it, would you like six more cups, Manager Cheng?" Shi Qingci's face was stiff, her hands on her knees were clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white.

Cheng Jia put down the last cup and grabbed a tissue to wipe her mouth.

"We promised good fortune on all sixes, Mr. Shi."

His eyes turned red from the spiciness of the liquor.

She looked at Shi Qingci with a smile.

"..." Shi Qingci wanted to say something like "I'll fucking fuck you," but she gritted her teeth, got up from the sofa without saying a word, and walked towards the bathroom in the private room.

He left in a hurry and in complete silence.

Zhou Minghe hadn't reacted yet: "What's going on? Hey Cheng Jia, stop drinking, sit down and eat some fruit. You know this is a good bar, drink less. I myself am reluctant to drink."

"Are you worried about the wine or about me?" Cheng Jia smiled, understanding the implication.

Boss Zhou was taking care of his health.

Tell him to drink less alcohol.

I drank too quickly, and as soon as I sat down, I felt a burning sensation in my stomach and a bit nauseous.

Considering the occasional rinsing of the bathroom, Cheng Jia frowned and endured it for a while, but still couldn't suppress the churning in her stomach.

Of course, the luxury suites have more than one toilet stall.

He figured he'd just rinse his mouth at the sink and wouldn't run into anyone.

Then, he got up and went to the restroom.

We can't just throw up in the private room.

"......"

"......"

"Whoosh." The tap was turned on.

Cheng Jia noticed the only closed door in the third room.

He caught the water in his palm and quickly rinsed his mouth.

But what a coincidence!

Just as I was about to turn off the water and leave, the partition door opened.

The tall man standing inside looked up at him and then walked towards the sink. The brightly lit bathroom was so dazzling that Cheng Jia couldn't open his eyes.

Cheng Jia didn't make eye contact with him, hesitating whether to greet the person.

"Did you throw up?" Shi Qingci walked to his side.

The pool was clean; you couldn't tell if anyone had vomited there.

Cheng Jia truthfully replied, "I didn't throw up; it's only been six cups, it shouldn't be that bad."

I might get a little tipsy later.

Six cups can cause moderate dizziness.

“That’s true,” Shi Qingci chuckled, rinsing her hands under the warm water jet. “You’ve gotten used to drinking heavily these past few years, haven’t you? You have a good tolerance for alcohol.”

They also drink with all sorts of guests.

With Cheng Jia's carefree personality, she might not even realize she's being taken advantage of when she's drunk.

No, I should say even if you knew you were being sexually harassed.

As long as you pay...

Cheng Jia is also willing to be touched.

I wonder who Shi Qingci's wild imagination might hurt?

But he didn't dare to ask directly.

Because given Cheng Jia's temperament, she would definitely nod and admit that I could touch her however I wanted for money.

That--

Stop making things up in your head.

This is pure self-torture.

He tried to find the reason for Cheng Jia's current situation: "You are short of money."

"...Who doesn't love money?" Cheng Jia replied cautiously.

He was afraid that Shi Qingci would ask him for money.

Of course, Mr. Shi doesn't lack his savings, but he hates him.

Amidst the soft sound of flowing water, Cheng Jia hesitated whether to leave.

But Mr. Shi continued to talk to him.

"That female client from Hong Kong," Shi Qingci glanced at Cheng Jia indifferently, then raised her hand to turn off the tap, "you...slept with her?"

The question was very blunt, a bluntness that went against his own self-cultivation.

They even turned off the tap so they could hear more clearly.

The young nobleman abandoned all pretense of propriety.

Fallen to the mortal world.

"......"

Cheng Jia frowned upon hearing this, turned around, and grabbed a tissue to wipe her hands.

He didn't answer such a vulgar question, but went straight to the point: "...Mr. Shi, President Shi, have you ever thought that someone as insignificant as me is not worth your resentment, much less your attention?"

Which guest did you sleep with, and how did you sleep with them?

Have you been drinking heavily in recent years?

Do you lack money?

Everything about him is not worth Shi Qingci's concern.

Cheng Jia lowered her head and mumbled, "Do you even understand? The past is the past. I'm not worth your time."

He said he didn't deserve it.

You should know that Cheng Jia has a very arrogant personality.

This is the first time he has said that he is not worthy.

The large mirror on the washbasin was illuminated with exceptional clarity by the light.

Shi Qingci was facing the mirror and could see the slightly bent nape of the neck of the person beside her.

The images he had stared at countless times flashed through his mind.

Same person, same nape of the neck.

The same thing held a fatal attraction for him.

It still feels like yesterday when I think about it.

Even after five years, its appeal has only increased.

Cheng Jia is still Cheng Jia.

Bad, you're a liar.

It's still Cheng Jia.

"You say it's all in the past, but you make it sound so simple." Shi Qingci's Adam's apple bobbed as he turned slightly to the side, his eyes fixed on Cheng Jia's profile.

He then reached out his wet palm and pried open Cheng Jia's cheek.

The wet tiger's mouth was stuck under Cheng Jia's chin.

A sudden touch of skin!

Cheng Jia was taken aback and was about to break free from the hand.

Shi Qingci stared intently into his eyes, her tone heavy as if weighed down by ten thousand pounds of scrap iron: "...What if I said I couldn't get through it?"

Teach me a few of your heartless skills.

I can't get through this.

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