Chapter 22 Domestic Services

"......"

Suffocation, pain.

Cheng Jia was having difficulty breathing.

Realizing that it was almost time, he touched Shi Qingci's knee, which was kneeling beside his waist.

Shi Qingci glanced at his legs, and Cheng Jia took advantage of the moment to bend his knee and push him away, while simultaneously pulling away the hand that was choking his neck and twisting his thumb backward.

After struggling for a bit, I managed to escape!

When it comes to fighting, Shi Qingci is far less experienced than Cheng Jia.

"Ugh...cough cough..." Cheng Jia rolled to her side and curled up on the sofa, half-lying on the sofa with her face facing inward, coughing and panting to catch her breath.

The black sweater was turned up at the side waist, revealing a small patch of fair skin at the waistline.

A physique somewhere between that of a teenager and a young adult.

Shi Qingci was pushed off the sofa by him. She took two steps back to steady herself, and then knelt down next to Cheng Jia in an instant, reaching out to pull Cheng Jia's shoulders!

"Stop it." Cheng Jia stopped him breathlessly, saying that playing around once to vent his anger was enough.

If something goes wrong and someone dies, you will be held responsible.

Shi cannot be a murderer.

Cheng Jia's eyelashes were wet and stuck together, from the tears that came from being pinched so hard. He raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eye, his smile fearless: "What's the rush, young master?"

There's no need to risk becoming a murderer by attacking him.

There will be plenty of relief later, like when I see his tombstone.

"...Why would I be in such a hurry? I'd love for you to die." Shi Qingci's gaze swept across Cheng Jia's face, confirming that Cheng Jia's breathing was gradually becoming steady.

He stepped back and casually sat down to the side.

It's been a long time since anyone called him "Young Master".

It hasn't happened since his father passed away.

Cheng Jia unconsciously uttered some terms that would leave him stunned.

The baby before, the young master now.

Qing dynasty porcelain is quite troublesome.

"......"

The two sat silently on the same sofa.

The sound of rain outside had not yet stopped, pounding against the white glass eaves outside the entrance hall.

Cheng Jia rested for two minutes, then grabbed the sofa armrest to get up, tidied his sweater and smoothed his hair. He stood to the side of the sofa, looking at the person inside.

"I'm leaving, unless there are any other instructions."

It looks like we don't need to eat lunch.

I reckon we'll be enemies whenever we meet again.

This person wanted to strangle him.

They really know how to pinch.

Shi Qingci sat casually with her legs apart, her white sneakers clicking on the black carpet. She turned her head and glared coldly at Cheng Jia with her still reddened eyes: "Get lost."

"Okay." Cheng Jia nodded and turned to leave.

I can finally walk.

I have a bite mark on my finger today.

There were more finger marks around my neck.

Although he sustained minor injuries, he successfully completed the mission.

He was debating whether to go home and catch up on sleep or go straight to Jinhe's place to sleep, since he wouldn't be able to get much rest before having to go to work.

The person behind him suddenly called out to him again!

Shi Qingci: "Wait a minute."

"......"

Cheng Jia stood still, waiting for his sugar daddy's instructions.

Shi Qingci turned to look at the somewhat empty villa. He needed to buy some furniture, including a new desk at his preferred height, as well as bedding, a mattress, clothes, shoes, socks, and a single sofa.

In short, there are quite a few things to buy.

It needs to be cleaned regularly.

He said to Cheng Jia, "Starting today, you will come to do housekeeping every three days. This is a clause in the purchase agreement. If you do not agree, I can add this clause to the contract."

Then someone will persuade Cheng Jia to agree.

For example, Boss Zhou.

“...I have to work every night, so I can only do housekeeping in the afternoon,” Cheng Jia said, feeling increasingly troubled. “Let me find you a clean and efficient housekeeper; Boss Zhou is willing to pay.”

Shi Qingci didn't bother with further words: "I'll have you do it. I'll tell Zhou Minghe you served him well, so you can give me a satisfactory answer; otherwise..."

When he can't find his aunt?

What they want is Cheng Jia.

"I understand. I'll discuss it with the boss and we'll talk about it later." Cheng Jia could almost foresee the outcome; Zhou Minghe would definitely agree to the sugar daddy's offer.

But he still held onto a sliver of hope, thinking, "What if?"

What if the boss thinks his primary job is more important?

He firmly rejected it on his behalf...

Forget it, I won't have that kind of dream.

Cheng Jia walked to the entrance, picked up his coat, and quickly put it on. He didn't touch the black umbrella he had bought himself under the eaves, leaving it for the people inside the house.

He then plunged headfirst into the rain.

He quickly ran to the car.

"......"

The sound of rain continues.

Shi Qingci sat alone on the sofa for a long time.

The fingers lying to the side twitched, as if still carrying the warmth of that person's neck, the pulsating pulse of the artery, which had been gripped in his hand not long ago...

That felt great.

In conclusion.

It's better than not being able to control it.

*

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The call with Boss Zhou finally went through.

Before Cheng Jia could even ask if he could refuse the request he had just made, Zhou Minghe got excited.

Zhou Minghe: "This kind of opportunity to get close to him is great! Think about it, if you know his private life, what he wants to eat and what he likes to use, then I'll know what to give him. Don't worry, he won't really treat you like a maid. I'll assign two hourly cleaners to come and clean for him every day. You'll just be there for a short while. The main thing is to build a relationship. You have to rekindle the friendship between old classmates, understand?"

"I knew it." Cheng Jia laughed in exasperation.

He was taking a nap in his guest room upstairs at Jinhe.

I'm going to take a nap; a big client has booked a room for tonight.

Zhou Minghe: "I'm not talking to you anymore. I'm on my way to pick him up from the hotel. He's soaking in the hot springs... Hey! I heard he called a car back to the hotel by himself at noon. Why didn't you take him?"

"!" Cheng Jia was taken aback, and quickly made up an excuse, "President Shi wouldn't let me take him. He said he wanted to look around by himself, so I didn't insist. Boss, you should go pick him up quickly, don't waste time."

Zhou Minghe: "Next time, pick them up from whoever you are and send them back safely. Don't create such unsafe situations. They're not ordinary people."

Too much wealth, billions.

Even walking on the street makes it easy to be abducted.

"Okay, I got it." Cheng Jia hung up.

After hanging up the phone, he wrapped himself in the blanket and closed his eyes.

Three days, I need to go every three days.

The housekeeper will only be responsible for cleaning, so she probably won't need to cook. Cheng Jia can cook, but she hates cooking, and her cooking is bad and hard to swallow.

What if the client insists and he can't refuse...?

Damn, things are getting more and more complicated.

Since things have come to this, let's go to sleep.

"......"

The big client who came in the evening was a construction company owner.

The private room they booked was a triple room. Cheng Jia led the bosses into the room, arranged the drinks, poured drinks for everyone, played with them for a while, handed out business cards to the bosses he had just met, and told them they could book a room with him next time they came.

The work is the same as always, nothing special.

I drank a little too much tonight, and it was almost 3 a.m. by the time I saw the bosses off.

He greeted the little white-haired boy and called a designated driver to go home.

Unexpectedly, just as I stepped out of Kim Hyuk's house and was heading to the parking lot...

An accident has occurred!

"Who is it?" Cheng Jia heard footsteps approaching and turned around to call out, but before he could react, he was surrounded by four unfamiliar blond thugs.

They dragged him along, pushing him into a dark alleyway.

Are there still people who dare to rob people these days?

Cheng Jia was stunned.