Chapter 44 The Heartless Ghost

"......"

Shi Qingci withdrew her gaze from Cheng Jia and said nothing with a cold expression.

Cheng Jia could feel the heat emanating from the stare on the top of her head.

But looking down at the money scattered on the carpet, he sat on the floor and picked it up one by one. Twenty thousand yuan, he had earned it with great difficulty.

It doesn't matter who looks down on me.

It's no shame to do anything to make money.

He desperately needs money.

It's getting late, time to grab a late-night snack and call it a night.

Zhou Minghe was going to eat at the rooftop barbecue restaurant next door again. Cheng Jia declined several times, but Boss Zhou was adamant.

He insisted that he had just vomited and needed to eat a full meal before sleeping.

Actually, it's less fun to eat if Cheng Jia doesn't go.

"Shall we go?" Zhou Minghe got up from the sofa and led his supervisor, Lao Zhao, to look at President Shi.

Shi Qingci raised her hand, gesturing for them to go first.

Zhou Minghe didn't mind: "Cheng Jia, hurry up and catch up. Don't just sit there counting money. You've never seen money in your life."

“...83, 84, 85,” Cheng Jia sat cross-legged on the ground counting money, replying without even looking up, “I know, soon.”

The surroundings quieted down.

"......"

On the dark red velvet carpet.

A pair of thin-soled leather shoes stopped, the tips of which knocked over the loose change that Cheng Jia had just stacked.

"Is there something you need?" Cheng Jia knew who this was without even looking.

They quickened the process of collecting the loose change.

I'm not going to count anymore. I'll count them when I get home and then deposit them in the bank.

The person sitting on the floor reeked of alcohol, and the bright red lipstick stains looked like thick, foul-smelling blood, staining the white doves on the porcelain table.

So desperate that he wanted to kill the white dove.

Shi Qingci coldly parted her lips: "What's the difference between you and a dog?"

“No difference,” Cheng Jia replied quickly without looking up at the other person. Her fingers, which were trembling from drinking too much, trembled uncontrollably. She took a deep breath. “No difference. I’m just like this.”

He neatly gathered the money and clenched it tightly in his palm.

I have absolutely no desire to communicate with this person.

But just as Cheng Jia was about to take a step, the man blocked her way. His black trench coat looked like a demon in the quiet light, and he stared at her with eyes that seemed to want to crush her.

Shi Qingci: "How much do you want? Is five million enough?"

"..." Cheng Jia lowered her head, changed direction, and was about to leave, ignoring what the person was saying.

The atmosphere was frozen and suffocating.

Shi Qingci reached out and grabbed Cheng Jia's arm, pulling him back. Her fingers gripped so tightly that Cheng Jia winced and hissed in pain, saying, "Let go..."

Shi Qingci: "Answer me, is this enough?"

He turned his head to look at Cheng Jia, whose face was still smeared with that disgusting lipstick.

This made Shi Qingci unable to resist using some more force.

“...Uh,” Cheng Jia struggled with his arm, and could see that Shi Qingci had almost pressed his fingertips into his skin, causing him excruciating pain. “Is this person crazy?” he thought, before calming his voice and replying, “Can you not say such nonsense, President Shi? I’m very busy.”

He had to go and deal with his boss having a late-night snack.

You can only go home to sleep after you finish eating, because you can't even take stomach medicine after drinking alcohol.

I didn't see this person three days ago during the housekeeping session, so I guess I got away with it. Tomorrow is the day for housekeeping again. I can earn 7,000 yuan per job, and Boss Zhou will settle the accounts.

He dared not imagine how tedious the work would be tomorrow.

Cheng Jia is staying up every day now.

Just get through each day as it comes.

"Nonsense?" Shi Qingci seized on those two words, laughing in anger. "I'm giving you money so you won't go out and be someone else's dog, and you call that nonsense?"

Every word struck at Cheng Jia's already overwhelmed emotions.

Cheng Jia, unable to contain himself any longer, his forehead covered in sweat, said, "Enough already! Do you have amnesia or a split personality? I'm not even worthy of earning three thousand yuan from you, and now you're telling me it's five million? You don't want me to be someone else's dog, but you?"

"..." Shi Qingci was stunned by his shout.

He saw that Cheng Jia's eyes were red.

Cheng Jia quickly turned her face away, her eyebrows and eyes stiffening, and sneered: "I'm serious, I really don't need to. I'd rather be someone else's dog than... Besides, I earn money with my own abilities, I didn't steal or rob, it's just not as respectable or comfortable, how does that make me a dog? Can't I choose to be one?"

This is his own life, and he has plans for it.

When not in use, Qingci acted like a savior, teasing and praising him, always trying to make fun of him, then slapping him in the face, treating him like a dog.

Cheng Jia would rather die than use it.

After he finished speaking, silence fell over the surroundings.

"That day in the car, I didn't..." Shi Qingci wanted to say that she didn't mean to mess with Cheng Jia, and that breaking the contract would cost her three thousand yuan for sleeping with him.

There was an unexpected situation at the time.

It's not appropriate for Cheng Jia to accompany him during his afternoon nap.

He was a little embarrassed and angry, which is why he told Cheng Jia to get lost.

"I'm sorry," Cheng Jia said, too lazy to listen, forcefully pulling her arm back, rubbing the spot that had been squeezed so hard, and coldly reverting to her business-like tone, "My boss is waiting for you, please leave."

Shi Qingci was rarely interrupted when she was speaking.

Watching Cheng Jia's departing figure, he suddenly realized that he was the victim and why Cheng Jia had given him the cold shoulder. He took a step and chased after her, saying, "You're right, I was just playing you."

"I'm quite pleased to see you living like a dog now."

"Cheng Jia, you're pathetic. If you can be treated like a dog for 20,000 yuan, why would I give you 5 million? That's right, you won't get my money at all."

"This is retribution!"

Go ahead, if you like being a dog, then go be one.

Shi Qingci stopped paying attention to him.

I get annoyed just looking at it.

"......"

The sarcastic man, Cheng Jia, was the first to leave the private room.

As Cheng Jia walked behind, after the figure in front of him turned around in the corridor, he gritted his teeth, clenched his fist, and slammed it against the wall!

He needed to release his emotions through the pain, otherwise he would suffocate.

The sharp pain in his hand kept Cheng Jia conscious.

I restrained myself from chasing after him to swear, or from shamelessly shedding tears.

It's okay, he can handle this humiliation.

If you want to live, you have to be shameless.

There was no one behind Cheng Jia.

We can only move forward.

"Cheng Jia! Hurry up, we're waiting for you. Can't walk anymore?" Boss Zhou called out from the stairwell.

Cheng Jia drank quite a lot, but vomited in time.

Dizziness has become a habit, but my consciousness remains clear.

He staggered a couple of steps, then grinned and said, "Boss, I can walk."

"......"

As the group descended the stairs, they found the lobby on the first floor quieter than usual. Gone was the usual energetic, reverberant music; instead, they heard a clear, soothing song accompanied by guitar playing.

They looked closely—

Oh, someone requested a song.

Lin Baiyue is singing on stage with her guitar in hand.

The song is more than halfway through, with only a few lines of lyrics remaining.

{lyrics:

...as if we've never met, I have no right to judge right or wrong.

The heartless ghost is murmuring words of love, but you can't hear her anymore.

Like a wild crane that has not yet appeared,

We part ways here.

So I wasn't a heartless ghost after all.

I just didn't dare say it.

...

Lin Baiyue's voice was clear and husky, and her long, slender, fair fingers pressed on the guitar strings.

It was previously mentioned that Cheng Jia would occasionally request songs sung by him when he was drunk.

This is the song, an original composition by Lin Baiyue.

The song is called "Heartless Ghost".

She sang very well.

On the first floor, several figures stood in front of the railing next to the booths.

"So, does it sound alright?" Zhou Minghe leaned closer to inquire about Shi Qingci's opinion as she stood listening to the music.

Shi Qingci could catch a glimpse of Cheng Jia listening to music out of the corner of her eye.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips as he nodded to Zhou Minghe: "The singer is good. I'll give him a 50,000 yuan tip. Go tell him to come over for a late-night snack."

"!"fifty thousand?

You're giving me 50,000 just for listening to this short snippet of a song?

Zhou Minghe was slightly surprised, but of course he didn't object: "Okay, okay, wait a moment, I'll make the arrangements."

Supervisor Lao Zhao and Zhou Minghe walked away together and rushed towards the stage to call Lin Baiyue.

The God of Wealth generously rewarded the young singer.

This is fantastic news!

Near the booth railing...

Only Shi Qingci and Cheng Jia, whose face was pale, remained.

Shi Qingci gave Cheng Jia a wicked smirk: "Put the money in your hand away, it disgusts me."

It's just 20,000, what's the big deal?

You could easily throw away more than 20,000 yuan.

“...Okay.” Cheng Jia’s heart ached, and she could barely stand.

But he still clutched the money tightly and stuffed it into his vest pocket.

Can he not go eat?

It's hard to eat.

I have no appetite.

"Are you envious of your colleagues?" Shi Qingci leaned closer to Cheng Jia.

Looking at Cheng Jia's stiff, emotionless eyes and brows, he licked his lips in frustration.

"Unfortunately, as you said, trash like you can't even earn 50,000 by working as someone's dog. Don't you feel ashamed? Or you can beg me, and I'll give you 50,000."

He wanted to see Cheng Jia suffer terribly and break down begging for mercy.

The best course of action is for him to be completely demoralized and have no choice but to kneel at his feet and obey him obediently.

This is the fate that scammers deserve.

Instead of being covered in lipstick stains.

Why aren't you begging for mercy?

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