Chapter 2: Should we get a different male model?

The night wind at the end of winter made Cheng Jia shiver.

With Lao Zhao's reminder, his consciousness returned to its original state.

The man opposite her, wearing a black trench coat, was tall and had a colder and sharper look than he had five years ago. With just a glance at the crowd, his gaze easily locked onto Cheng Jia.

Amidst the dazzling light and shadow, it was unclear whether Cheng Jia had misjudged the situation.

When the man saw him, a cold smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

Indifferent and cold.

They've come with ill intentions!

A bad feeling welled up inside me.

Cheng Jia braced herself and followed Lao Zhao forward to meet him, her eyelids still closed, not daring to meet the gaze of the man who had shed his youthful naiveté, her heart pounding rapidly.

That's probably what happens when you feel guilty.

Five years ago, in college, Cheng Jia deliberately approached him to gain his trust. When her plan was about to be exposed, she drugged him in the middle of the night and ran away.

The boy with autism has grown up.

The person was standing right in front of him, staring intently at Cheng Jia.

Cheng Jia looked at him...

My palms are sweaty.

However, let's put personal grudges aside for now.

The reception work must be completed.

Cheng Jia forced a smile, looked at the man's black shirt front, and spoke gently: "...Good evening, Mr. Shi, welcome to Jinhe."

Before he could finish speaking, a menacing gaze focused on his face.

The man scrutinized him with cold, hard eyes.

I couldn't look away for a long time.

She didn't respond to him.

"......"

One second, two seconds.

And so the stalemate continued.

Cheng Jia lowered her eyelids again, and could see the night wind blowing the hem of her black trench coat. She felt like her cheeks were being stared through, and her neck felt cold.

His mind was a jumble of thoughts.

Five years have passed, and my appearance should have changed.

It is said that important people have a bad memory.

Perhaps this person has already forgotten about him.

Cheng Jia comforted herself to stay calm.

Let's see how it goes first.

"...Oh, Mr. Shi, hello!" Old Zhao didn't understand why the usually smooth-talking top salesman was suddenly speechless; he hadn't done a proper self-introduction.

He helped introduce himself: "This is our marketing manager, Cheng Jia."

"!" The name was revealed.

Cheng Jiaxin steeled herself and greeted him casually, "Mr. Shi, you must be tired from your journey. The private room is ready. This way, please."

It was as if the two had never met.

"Marketing, Cheng Jia?" Shi Qingci's voice was devoid of emotion.

But a pair of eyes remained fixed on Cheng Jia's head.

It's hard to ignore that gaze.

Cheng Jia gave a vague reply: "Yes, please."

He lowered his eyes, turned to the side, and raised his hand in a gesture of invitation.

But Shi Qingci didn't move.

Mr. Shi remained motionless, and the group of people in suits behind him dared not move either.

A group of people stood there, exposed to the cold wind.

A night wind swept along the roadside, carrying the scent of fir wood that wafted from the black coat, swirling around Cheng Jia's nostrils and lingering there.

Familiar tastes are the best at evoking memories.

But Cheng Jia restrained herself.

No reminiscing.

They remained locked in a stalemate for about ten seconds in this crowded setting.

Cheng Jia: "Mr. Shi..."

Just when he was about to suffocate.

Out of pity, the other party strode into the bar.

The team behind them was finally able to move.

No more having to stand in the cold wind.

"......"

The perfume hasn't been changed.

Cheng Jia followed behind.

Supervisor Zhao asked in a low voice, puzzled, "What's wrong with you today?"

I've never seen a top salesperson so stiff.

That's really unusual.

*

Two or three minutes later.

The private room with three nines was brightly lit.

Tonight, Chen Bin, Zhou Minghe's father's secretary, is hosting a welcome dinner for President Shi of Shengjing Group.

Mr. Zhou and his son were both abroad. Mr. Shi's sudden arrival in Jingang City was so unexpected that they didn't have enough time to get back, so they had to send their secretary to entertain him first.

Chen Bin was an old secretary, who looked to be in his forties.

Accompanying him were two vice presidents of the Zhou Group, four assistants of Shi Qingci, and managers of financial institutions from major banks in Jingang City, all of whom were there to entertain the guests tonight.

There were more than a dozen people in a large group, followed by seven or eight bodyguards.

The group had just sat down in the private room.

Chen Bin waved to Cheng Jia: "Little Cheng! Did President Zhou already give you a heads-up? President Shi is President Zhou's honored guest. Tonight, the only goal is to make sure President Shi has a great time and enjoys himself to the fullest!"

Sixteen waiters stood in two rows, their eyes fixed straight ahead.

The VIP suite.

Both a DJ booth and a cocktail bar booth are available.

"Don't worry, the drinks are all arranged and will be sent over soon." Cheng Jia regained his professional demeanor when facing Secretary Chen, making arrangements in an orderly manner.

Secretary Chen nodded in satisfaction, then turned around and chatted with the distinguished guest with a smile.

Even though this Mr. Shi rarely speaks.

We also can't let it become awkward.

Immediately, the lights were adjusted to a suitable dimness, and waiters came and went in the private room, serving various expensive drinks one after another, along with exquisite fruit platters and snacks.

"......"

"You can be slow, but you can't make mistakes. Keep a smile on your face and don't look around." Cheng Jia instructed the waiters at the entrance of the private room.

He carefully checked the contents of the tray and made minor adjustments.

They only let it in after confirming there were no problems.

After getting busy, my psychological stress was reduced a lot.

He never looked at the sofa, but occasionally he felt like someone was staring at his back...

It could also be an illusion.

In short, just do your job well.

Sigh, it's time to arrange female models to accompany you at the bar.

The female models were all handpicked by Cheng Jia; each one was fair-skinned, beautiful, had a great figure, was articulate, and perceptive. They had all undergone health checks within the last three months and were clean and pretty.

They all have some talents, such as singing and dancing.

But now there's an unexpected situation that others definitely don't know about.

Only Cheng Jia knew the truth.

That is—

Shi Qingci, a wealthy young master from a prestigious family.

There's something wrong with my sexual orientation.

He likes men.

Otherwise, Cheng Jia, a straight man, wouldn't have pretended to be gay and used his good looks to his advantage back then.

Boss Zhou repeatedly instructed him to treat the distinguished guests well.

Ke Shiqingci seemed to have been indifferent to women since childhood.

Or, should we get a different male model?

"......"

Cheng Jia pondered for a moment and then looked back.

The man who was listening to Secretary Chen's words noticed Cheng Jia's gaze. He turned his head and looked back at Cheng Jia indifferently.

In the dimly lit private room.

Their eyes met silently in mid-air for two seconds.

Cheng Jia abruptly looked away, quickly dismissing the thought out of fear.

How could I dare to rashly reveal the other person's sexual orientation?

Damn, I'm totally stunned by the sight of the reunion.

Otherwise, Cheng Jia wouldn't have made such a basic mistake.

Five minutes later.

More than twenty female models, dressed in skirts, gracefully entered the private room.

Such high-end gatherings wouldn't have girls line up to walk in and stand in a row for guests to choose from; that kind of scene of queuing to select concubines is too low-class.

Cheng Jia quickly surveyed their appearances and figures in the hallway outside the door, and then told them which person they should sit next to.

They were sent in in an orderly, batch-by-batch manner.

He left behind a girl with the most delicate and beautiful features.

Cheng Jia asked her, "What's your name?"

"Manager, my name is Fei Fei. I'm 22 years old and just graduated from dance academy. Although I'm new, I know all the rules, so please don't worry." Fei Fei was very savvy and quick-witted in conversation.

Cheng Jia looked at her innocent face and was quite satisfied.

He instructed Feifei: "If Mr. Shi doesn't really want to talk to you, just sit and light his cigarette and pour him a drink. Don't talk too much, or you'll annoy him. Also, avoid any physical contact."

Based on experience, casually touching porcelain can be dangerous for people with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

It would offend the young master and cause him to instinctively push her away.

How embarrassing would it be to be pushed away in this situation?

The safest course of action is to avoid touching porcelain.

"Okay, I've got it." Fei Fei nodded.

After giving her his instructions, Cheng Jia led her into the private room.

We prepared to escort the person to sit down next to President Shi.

Cheng Jia thought that everything would be fine after she delivered the package.

According to the procedure, he could sit far away at the door and wait for these people to finish playing before arranging for waiters to help them upstairs to their rooms one by one.

Today's hospitality mission can be considered successfully completed.

He can then give his boss an answer.

He led Feifei to the side of the sofa.

He gestured for her to sit down, then took a deep breath and introduced himself loudly.

"Mr. Shi, this is Fei Fei, a newcomer we've recently been training. Please take good care of her and call me anytime if you have any complaints."

"......"