Chapter 40 The Kitten Fishing

"......"

Why ask these questions?

Are they trying to find information to attack him by attacking his family?

“My parents are ordinary factory workers,” Cheng Jia turned to look at the road conditions, avoiding the question, “They worked hard all their lives, like oxen and horses, so that the factory manager could drive this car.”

He tapped the steering wheel with his fingers; it was an Audi sedan.

Sixteen-year-old Cheng Jia once wanted to ask the factory manager for some medical expenses because a classmate told him that electroplating factories contain harmful radioactive substances, and that if not properly protected and exposed for a long time, cancerous nodules could form.

Generally speaking, if two cases of cancer occur in the same family, it is almost certain that they have been exposed to some kind of toxin.

But at the time, Cheng Jia didn't know which department to report to.

All he knew was to wear his faded school uniform, squat at the factory gate waiting for a luxury car, and bang on the factory manager's car window, begging for 80,000 yuan.

My parents both have cancer and need chemotherapy.

result.....

Of course, they didn't get the money.

At 16, he ran until he was out of breath but still couldn't catch up with the car.

That factory manager should be enjoying his retirement abroad now.

Therefore, Cheng Jia lived a muddled life.

There's nothing you can do about fate.

Cheng Jia smiled helplessly: "In the end, both of us were so tired that we got sick... There's really nothing to say. It's my fault for being so useless. I didn't study well and my understanding was lacking. It's too late to regret it now. Now I just have to work hard and earn whatever I can."

Try to pay off the debt while he is still able to move.

Cheng Jia had seen her parents' condition after they fell ill.

He was basically bedridden and unable to move.

He dared not think about what he would do on that day, whether he would be wrapped in a tattered blanket and paralyzed on the street, or run to the deep mountains to beg for food and escape the world.

In short, they all lingered on for a while and died quietly.

Because he most likely won't be able to save enough money for treatment.

Three million is an astronomical sum for ordinary people.

Unless you borrow from a rich person...

Cheng Jiazhen knew many wealthy people, but wealthy people were just wealthy, not stupid. Not a single one of them would lend her money without worrying about her ability to repay it, even if her life was in danger.

They were all strangers who came to Jinhe for drinks.

Who can do a business at a loss?

We have no connection whatsoever.

The person beside him, needless to say, probably wishes he were dead.

Although Shi Qingci showed that she wanted to sleep with him, pestered him relentlessly, and even took the initiative to lie on his bed, this was just a way to humiliate him and release her past resentment and bitterness.

They always applaud when cancer is diagnosed and don't care about it.

Cheng Jia was self-aware.

When death is imminent, it's best not to owe anyone anything.

"......"

The car is about to arrive at the villa.

Shi Qingci tugged at her sweater collar: "Going to work tonight?"

"Yes." Cheng Jia was extremely depressed, but on the surface he remained calm as usual, as if he had not thought of this series of past events and current situation because Shi Qingci asked about his parents.

Cheng Jia's despair was something only he himself knew.

They habitually cannot rely on anyone.

Shi Qingci said, "From today onwards, Jin He will no longer have any shady activities, and your income will be greatly reduced. What are your thoughts on this?"

"Does wanting to hang yourself count as a thought?" Cheng Jia asked blankly.

Shi Qingci scoffed: "Interesting, then go ahead and hang yourself."

"...We've arrived, Mr. Shi." Cheng Jia parked the car in front of the villa.

Through the fence, you can see the giant cactus planted in the front yard. It's lush and green, and a gardener comes to take care of it regularly. It's very easy to grow.

The afternoon sun is quiet and comforting.

Shi Qingci remained seated without moving, as did Cheng Jia.

After a minute of stalemate, Shi Qingci turned to look at Cheng Jia.

"Are you planning to drive my car away if you don't get out?"

Cheng Jia's car was driven by Lin Baiyue last night. Lin Baiyue would park the car at Jinhe when she went to work.

This means Cheng Jia needs to take a taxi to leave now.

"......"

Oh, it's time to get off.

Cheng Jia drank too much last night and was somewhat disoriented after waking up from a series of blows.

To ease the awkwardness, he added to Shi Qingci's words: "Although you may not stop, I would like to ask you one more time not to stop me from making money."

"Three thousand yuan, for a nap with me," Shi Qingci blurted out.

"!"

Cheng Jia's pupils dilated a beat late as she turned to look at the passenger seat.

Are they not even going to act anymore?

So straightforward.

"I felt sorry for you because you were so distracted by three thousand yuan, so I gave you a chance to earn some money. Whether you take it or not is up to you. I don't care." Shi Qingci avoided Cheng Jia's gaze and her eyes drifted to the cacti in the flower bed.

The more I look at them, the more I think these cacti resemble Cheng Jia.

Sharp, seemingly obedient but actually cold and hard.

She doesn't know how to please him at all.

He had to take the initiative to throw out the steps and feed Cheng Jia the food.

He was just short of saying it—

I have money; you can make money off me.

It's just three thousand yuan.

"..." Cheng Jia was silent for a moment, then shook her head and refused, "No, I'll call the clients to try and get them to book rooms, then I can earn it back."

"?"

Look at this person.

They keep saying they need money, but then they don't want it back.

Shi Qingci held her breath and said, "Is my money too hot to handle? Or do you think this request is excessive and impossible to fulfill? It's just a nap; I'm not interested in you."

“I know you’re not interested in me,” Cheng Jia said, blurting out a truth in a daze, “It’s just that I still have professional bottom lines for now. I’m okay with drinking with you, but I’m not okay with sleeping with you.”

Shi Qingci was about to continue her sarcasm when she froze, a hint of suspicion flashing in her eyes, her tone unconsciously carrying a touch of pleasure: "...You never slept with someone, you were lying to me before."

Cheng Jia had previously told him that he would sleep with someone as long as he was paid.

They even said they slept with me every day and always used condoms.

But now they say—

They have professional ethics.

Drinking with someone is acceptable, but sleeping with them is not.

Shi Qingci instinctively believed Cheng Jia's calm and composed words at that moment.

"I mean, I've never been with a man." Cheng Jia reacted quickly, denying that she had lied before.

Shi Qingci chuckled: "Impossible, you've never slept with someone."

The sunlight outside the window suddenly became brighter, shining warmly on the front window.

Neither of them realized the grudge between them.

They were actually able to sit in the car and chat.

"...Why are you so sure?" Cheng Jia's eyes flickered slightly.

Will people still believe in his character?

Shi Qingci smiled faintly: "Sleeping with someone is the same as being a gigolo. If you're this poor even as a gigolo, you might as well hang yourself."

Cheng Jia was so poor that he was worse off than a duck.

It's hard to believe.

"......"

"Mr. Shi, you really know how to talk. I'll take that as a compliment," Cheng Jia replied sullenly.

After saying that, he was about to get off the bus; he needed to take a taxi.

But as soon as he unbuckled his seatbelt, the person next to him grabbed his wrist.

Shi Qingci's bangs were dappled with sunlight as she fixed her eyes on Cheng Jia's face and asked him in a low voice, "How about you stay with me for a bit? I'm not an ordinary guest."

“...How come you’re not ordinary?” Cheng Jia slowly moved his wrist. The other person’s deep and handsome eyes seemed to have a certain attraction, making it difficult for him to look away. He could only look into the other person’s eyes.

The small car interior was already filled with the scent of fir wood.

The intense entanglement and ambiguity flowed to the point where it was almost unbearable.

Shi Qingci rubbed Cheng Jia's wrist with his thumb and said arrogantly, "I'm richer and more classy than them."

That's what makes it extraordinary.

"..." Cheng Jia was stunned and didn't say anything.

Shi Qingci pressed, "Will you sleep with me or not? Three thousand yuan, and I promise I won't touch you."

It's very profitable.

"......"

"......"

The scene looks like a kitten fishing.