Chapter 26 You Deserve an Explanation

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Around 10 o'clock, Cheng Jia went to Jin He to change her clothes first.

A white shirt paired with a sequined silver vest, the vest being custom-made by a nightclub clothing store, flamboyant and eye-catching.

Because it's too flashy, it's usually only worn on special occasions.

For example, tonight's shoe-off area.

A dozen or so middle-aged men sat in the private room, clinking glasses and chatting loudly, their eyes fixed on the young and beautiful bodies beside them, their lewd schemes practically overflowing from their eyes.

Female models, dressed only in thin veils, moved around the private rooms pouring drinks and singing.

Cheng Jia sat down next to Boss Wang, planning to have one drink and then leave: "Brother, how's the arrangement for tonight? If we run out of alcohol, just have the waiter call me. We brothers need to have a good time."

The female model's bare, fair thighs passed by Cheng Jia.

She wasn't wearing a skirt, just a sheer, transparent veil.

Cheng Jia didn't even glance at it out of the corner of his eye; he'd seen too much of it and his senses were already numb.

It looks no different from a white cabbage.

"Where are you going? Sit still," Boss Wang, a regular customer, looked Cheng Jia up and down with a wicked smile in his triangular eyes. "Little Cheng, look at you, so handsome, why don't you find someone? I'll pay, you can pick whichever you want. I've never seen you play around with women."

He didn't genuinely treat Cheng Jia as a good younger brother.

This is a twisted and bizarre perverted fetish, similar to wanting to see Cheng Jia force himself on a female model on the spot so that they can watch and have fun, like a monkey show.

It's disgusting and pretty dirty.

Cheng Jia wasn't used to dealing with this kind of thing before. He laughed heartily while holding his wine glass and said, "I'd love to too! Of course I'd be happy to treat you, brother. It's just that I've been... I went out to do some business for Boss Zhou this afternoon and got all tired. You should let your little brother rest for a couple of days."

"Isn't this a downer?" Boss Wang wanted to mess with Cheng Jia, but when he heard Cheng Jia mention Boss Zhou, he hesitated and waved his hand, "Then drink a few more glasses, don't be in such a hurry to leave. If you keep being so disrespectful, I won't come back to you next time."

Cheng Jia did not personally greet them when they arrived.

I felt embarrassed and uncomfortable.

"Brother, I'll punish myself with three. It's my fault. I don't know what I've been busy with every day. I didn't receive my brothers well when they came. It's my fault. Here." Cheng Jia tilted his head back and finished the drink in his hand.

He reached out and grabbed the whole bottle of whiskey from the table, then poured three more glasses.

Four glasses of foreign liquor went down in one gulp, burning from the throat all the way down to the stomach. The fiery alcohol stung his throat, and Cheng Jia turned away, coughed lightly twice, and then turned back with a smile to continue their conversation.

Seeing that his attitude was alright.

Mr. Wang finally regained some face: "Never mind, you go ahead and get back to work."

"No rush, brother, let me sit for a while longer. Hey, is Qianqian still going with you tonight? She's been missing you for days."

Cheng Jia drank too quickly, and sweat beaded on her forehead as she endured the discomfort.

Spend a little more time maintaining relationships with customers.

Boss Wang smiled and said, "Why would I need Qianqian? I'm already tired of her. I was just about to ask you, is that Lulu new? I'm going on a business trip to another province next month and I need a secretary for half a month. Ask her if she's going. It would be even better if she could bring five or six girlfriends with her."

"Lulu... okay, I'll ask her."

Cheng Jia's gaze swept around the private room, unable to distinguish which one was Lulu.

However, there was a shadowy figure moving in the small window of the private room door. It was the doorman beckoning to him, as if calling him to come out.

Reeking of smoke and alcohol, Cheng Jia coughed as he left the private room.

"What's up? Can't you see I'm busy?"

The waiter pointed behind Cheng Jia: "Manager, someone is looking for you."

"Who is it?" Cheng Jia turned around and saw a tall man standing there with a gloomy expression, staring at him.

Mr. Shi shouldn't be here.

Cheng Jia froze, subconsciously glancing back at the private room. The small window was transparent, and if she took two more steps, she could see the smoky scene inside.

None of the younger girls were wearing clothes.

He approached Shi Qingci and blocked his path, asking, "Mr. Shi, did President Zhou invite you?"

If I didn't tell him in advance, would no one be there to greet me?

What are you doing outside this private room?!

"...Does Mr. Zhou have to make the appointment for me to go out?" Shi Qingci was wearing a black jacket and dark blue jeans, her casual attire exuding a low-key yet sophisticated air.

This person doesn't seem like the type to come to a bar alone.

Its appearance here is very abrupt.

"Okay, I'll take you to the private room." Cheng Jia wanted to take him a little further away, away from this area.

Because the girls inside might come out at any time and ask for cigarettes or alcohol.

To be honest, Shi Qingci shouldn't have come to a place like this.

At least that's what Cheng Jia thought.

Shi Qingci stood still, examining Cheng Jia's clothes, including whether his shirt collar was clean. For some reason, he couldn't help but ask, "Are the people inside good-looking?"

Cheng Jia had just come out of the shoe-removal area.

You've seen quite a few, haven't you?

"What?" Cheng Jia didn't hear clearly.

Just as Shi Qingci sneered and was about to say something...

The door to the private room next to Cheng Jia opened.

A glamorous hostess, who had drunk quite a bit, leaned half her body out of the corridor and called out in a sweet voice, "Jiajia, I want a few packets of betel nuts, hurry up!"

Shi Qingci's instinctive reaction was to see who was calling Cheng Jia.

But the next moment—

Darkness enveloped him.

A cool hand covered his eyelids.

The wristband exuded a scent of soap and alcohol mixed together.

This caused Shi Qingci's eyelashes to tremble twice.

"Okay! You can go inside now. I'll have someone bring it over. Can you please not wander around without clothes on? Be mindful of your image, okay?" Cheng Jia turned to speak to this young lady.

Qianqian snorted: "What are you pretending for? What haven't you seen?"

After saying that, she swayed her hips and went back to the private room.

"......"

The door closed, and Cheng Jia was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

The man whose eyes he had hastily covered said in a deep voice, "Why can you see, but I can't?"

"!" Cheng Jia tried to pull her hand back, but her wrist was gripped tightly by the other person's dry and strong palm.

Shi Qingci gritted her teeth in hatred: "Come with me."

The brightly lit, glittering corridor was filled with music.

The smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and perfume was everywhere.

The atmosphere was extremely chaotic and disorderly.

"...Mr. Shi, I'm at work. Can you wait for me in a private room for a while, or can I have Boss Zhou come and keep you company?" Cheng Jia was almost using a coaxing tone for a child, feeling quite helpless.

Shi Qingci doesn't like going to nightclubs.

The Qing dynasty porcelain makers had a strong obsession with cleanliness, and their psychological obsession with cleanliness was even more severe.

It's so bad that he gets annoyed just seeing other people having sex.

Cheng Jia knew without guessing Jin He's intentions: he wanted to find him and cause some trouble to get revenge.

But to be honest, it's unnecessary.

Cheng Jiadu continued to report back to him privately.

Don't come to places like this and get your eyes dirty.

It doesn't match the identity.

"Are you coming with me or not?" Shi Qingci certainly wouldn't listen to Cheng Jia.

The three eight-room VIP rooms are next to the three six-room VIP rooms.

No reservations tonight, it's empty.

Without hesitation, he grabbed Cheng Jia's wrist and pushed open the door to the private room with three sixes: "You don't have to leave, but get me the exact same stuff next door, and twenty naked women to drink with me."

"Are you...? Stop joking, okay?" Cheng Jia almost blurted out, "Are you sick?"

I don't want to imagine the scene of twenty women surrounding Shi Qingci.

Cheng Jia would find it very glaring.

He twisted his wrist hard, trying to break free.

But Shi Qingci not only refused to give up.

And because of his struggle, he suddenly moved closer!

The lights were off in the private room. In the dim light, the man's face was deep and sharp. His long legs forced their way between Cheng Jia's legs, almost pinning Cheng Jia to the corner behind the door.

The faint scent of agave shower gel lingered, much cleaner than Cheng Jia's.

"You, you..." Cheng Jia sensed something was wrong.

Shi Qingci breathed on Cheng Jia's neck and threatened in a cold voice: "Don't move, try moving even a little bit."

He sniffed Cheng Jia's shirt collar, trying to discern if there was anything else besides cigarettes and alcohol...

The woman just said that Cheng Jia had seen her whole body?

Did you watch a lot of it?

Shi Qingci's anger was obvious; he could no longer like Cheng Jia.

But Cheng Jia cannot be touched by anyone else.

It just can't.

"......"

What is this person doing?

Why smell his clothes? They smell of smoke and alcohol, which isn't pleasant.

Cheng Jia's neck was itchy on one side.

Damn, that's weird.

Cheng Jia frowned, turned her head to avoid the man's breath, and quickly compromised: "...How about this, you go back and rest first. If you think I didn't tidy up the wardrobe properly, I'll go again tomorrow afternoon and let you fuss until you feel better, okay?"

Shi Qingci's legs were so long, they were inserted between his legs.

Cheng Jia couldn't even struggle to escape.

I'm always afraid of hurting myself.

"I'm a guest here, how dare you ask me to leave?" Shi Qingci's voice was low and deep. She stubbornly refused to leave, then suddenly remembered, "...And also, covering my eyes, don't you think your hands are dirty?"

Cheng Jia covered his eyes.

Just now.

This was the first time Cheng Jia had taken the initiative to touch him since their reunion.

What is the purpose?

Don't you want him to see other people's naked bodies?

Anyway—

Cheng Jia needs to give him an explanation.

"......"