Chapter 45 His Chastity

You can't even earn 50,000 by working as someone's dog.

Cheng Jia gazed at Lin Baiyue, who was shining brightly on the stage, and numbly smiled.

He not only had 20,000 yuan in his pocket, but also his cell phone.

He took out his phone and slowly explained to the people who were mocking him: "If I could earn 50,000, and I were to actually work as someone's dog, I would be in good demand. Many people would want to hire me."

It's true, there are people who want to hire Cheng Jia for over 50,000 a month.

Both men and women can be found.

And he's around the same age and not considered ugly.

"...Is this something to brag about?" Shi Qingci looked at the person in front of him who was clearly drunk but strangely calm. The calmness was a bit too much, so he tried to wake Bai Ge up again. "Don't you feel ashamed? You were kissed and touched by people for money, and you told me that many people wanted to keep you."

Shi Qingci couldn't understand how Cheng Jia could be so despicable.

He and Cheng Jia couldn't communicate properly.

Because the grudges and hatreds were too complex.

Cheng Jia smiled indifferently: "What difference would it make if I sold my worthless life? Mr. Shi, you're being ridiculous."

My parents have already passed away, so losing face won't bring shame upon my family.

He has cancer and only has a few days to live, so what is he afraid of?

Afraid of a bad reputation?

In the face of life, everything else is secondary.

“What are you planning to sell? Tell me,” Shi Qingci grabbed Cheng Jia’s white shirt collar and couldn’t help but push him against the railing behind him. “What do you want to sell? Have you ever sold anything before? Are you sure you want to sell?”

"......"

Cheng Jia was forced to retreat repeatedly.

His neck ached from turning to the side, and fueled by alcohol, he impatiently replied, "...Whether I sell or not is my own business, it has nothing to do with you."

"I feel disgusted and ashamed to have ever had anything to do with someone like you!"

Shi Qingci responded with a tone that suggested she wanted to devour Cheng Jia.

Gritting his teeth, utterly helpless.

Don't you mind getting your lipstick stains so close?

She pulled her collar so tight that a large portion of her collarbone was exposed to the air.

Cheng Jia was also helpless: "Why don't you just kill me? Only you would hold onto the past. Do you have any chastity left, Mr. Shi?"

"...What?" Shi Qingci didn't hear clearly.

Cheng Jia pursed her lips, not daring to repeat herself: "Let go, my boss is coming."

"Would you like a tip?" Shi Qingci asked Cheng Jia, as if making conversation.

A surge of anger welled up in Cheng Jia's heart, and he blurted it out.

"Thank you, but no need, just give it to Lin Baiyue."

"He can give you a share?" Shi Qingci asked, a hint of doubt in her eyes.

What do you mean by "just give it to Lin Baiyue"?

Will the tip be split equally between the two people?

Never heard of it.

"......"

Idiot.

Cheng Jia raised her hand and pushed the man's hand away.

After tidying his clothes, he leaned lazily against the railing.

My mood didn't brighten after a couple of arguments; a gloomy feeling lingered in my heart, hidden under the dim light. From today onward, I'll treat Qingci as a stranger, a mere customer.

Cheng Jia didn't want to have any more emotional fluctuations because of this person.

Shi Qingci has changed; he is no longer the boy I remember.

Cheng Jia has her own path to walk.

*

It was just past midnight.

Four people sat in the small garden where they had a barbecue in the air.

The ground is covered with green fabric resembling a lawn, with wildflowers dotting the gaps, creating an environment that looks just like a real garden. Eating here is also quite expensive.

The night breeze on the 26th-floor rooftop blew the white gauze curtains fluttering on the corner of the table.

Cheng Jia vomited in time and had drunk quite a bit. When the wind blew, he felt the effects of the alcohol kick in, and he was so dizzy that he didn't want to talk. He just sat there on instinct.

The boss is on the left, and Lin Baiyue is on the right.

Directly opposite him was his enemy, dressed in a black trench coat with a cold and stern face.

Lin Baiyue wore a light gray hooded sweatshirt with a youthful vibe, paired with loose black casual pants, which accentuated her clear and innocent eyes and fair skin.

His appearance is not as ordinary as Zhou Minghe said; in fact, he is considered top-notch even among minor celebrities.

It's only because Zhou Minghe has a straight male perspective that he thinks Lin Baiyue is unattractive.

Lin Baiyue, suppressing her excitement, poured tea for President Shi and thanked him respectfully: "Thank you for the tip, President Shi. I've been with Jinhe for a year, and this is the first time I've received such a generous reward. I'm truly grateful to you."

"No need," Shi Qingci replied calmly, her gaze unabashedly fixed on Cheng Jia.

He can look at whomever he wants, and no one dares to object.

Cheng Jia, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, was acting like a jerk, blowing on Boss Zhou's chest next to him. That's how it is when you're drunk; you occasionally reveal a childlike, cheeky side.

He and Boss Zhou actually have a pretty good relationship in private.

The boss is stubborn but soft-hearted, and has a straightforward, easygoing personality.

Zhou Minghe choked on the smoke: "Cough cough, are you fucking crazy?"

“Boss,” Cheng Jia tilted his head, suddenly remembering something, his eyes crinkling with a drunken smile, “Back then you said you’d give me an award at the end of the year, was it an award or a bonus?”

This is very important to Cheng Jia.

The food hadn't been served yet; they were drinking tea.

Zhou Minghe snatched Cheng Jia's cigarette and stubbed it out. Anyway, this guy didn't smoke properly. He snorted coldly, "You think you can hear this clearly? I told you to drink less and spend more time entertaining President Shi, can't you remember?"

I got drunk again tonight!

They had originally planned to invite Cheng Jia to play billiards.

This has caused a delay, and we'll have to find another time.

“I left it, of course I left it. I’m going to clean Mr. Shi’s house tomorrow…” Cheng Jia turned her eyes, glanced at the person opposite her, and immediately looked away, not wanting to meet his gaze. “I’m going to clean Mr. Shi’s house tomorrow.”

He doesn't know what challenges await him.

Shi Qingci listened as her fingertips twitched slightly.

Oh, tomorrow?

"......"

Zhou Minghe didn't understand why so many aunts always insisted on sending Cheng Jia.

However, he was naturally pleased and strongly supported the fact that President Shi enjoyed meeting with Cheng Jia, as it was a good sign that Cheng Jia had helped him win over President Shi.

It seems there's now another person trying to win over Mr. Shi?

Zhou Minghe looked at Lin Baiyue sitting over there, across Cheng Jia.

From now on, we should think more highly of Lin Baiyue.

This was the first time Mr. Shi had ever tipped and praised a service staff member at Jinhe.

Even Cheng Jia never received a tip.

Lin Baiyue is quite shrewd; he must have something going on behind the scenes.

certainly--

This was something Boss Zhou secretly speculated about.

In fact, Shi Zong had never even heard of the recorded song posted by Lin Baiyue.

Lin Baiyue wanted to take action, but couldn't find an opportunity to do so.

He planned to bring this up during dinner later, making sure that President Shi listened to the audio and liked it before he would agree to invest in his album.

Of the four people at the table, Cheng Jia was the only one with a completely empty head.

He was drunk; he just came to eat.

I'm too lazy to think about anything else.

None of this has anything to do with him.