Chapter 46 Serving

"......"

The waiter started serving the dishes, and Cheng Jia sat back in his chair with his legs crossed.

Even with my head spinning, I still managed to reply to customers on WeChat.

Suddenly, I burst out laughing.

"Who is it?" Zhou Minghe heard Cheng Jia chuckle.

Since he had nothing better to do, he leaned over to look at the phone screen.

Cheng Jia didn't mind showing it to him; although she was smiling, her eyes were icy cold: "...See, I'm truly impressed."

"What is this? Is it disgusting?" Zhou Minghe took the phone.

There's a short video that Sister Jasmine just sent me on the chat page.

The filming location was on the bed in the guest room.

Mr. Zhou frowned and hesitated: "Whether it's disgusting or not, it won't affect my appetite, right?"

"Then stop looking," Cheng Jia reached out to snatch the phone back, "It's disgusting."

What's disgusting?

curious.

Zhou Minghe pushed his arm away, and unknowingly pressed the volume button. Once the video was turned on, there was an indescribable noise.

On the bed, the male model, being stepped on by Sister Jasmine, writhed and groaned.

The sound came from Cheng Jia's phone.

"...Ah, oh Mommy, Jiajia was wrong, please be gentle, ah! Oh Mommy, it's Cheng Jia, it's Jiajia..."

The male model being trained by Sister Jasmine is playing the role of Cheng Jia.

She even filmed a video and sent it to Cheng Jia.

Lustful thoughts, humiliation.

It's strange that Cheng Jia ran away again.

"......"

Zhou Minghe quickly turned off the video after listening for only a few words, threw the phone back into Cheng Jia's arms, and cursed, "This is fucking disgusting, this woman is not mentally sound."

"Right?" Cheng Jia raised her hand to smooth her hair, her smile tinged with helplessness.

It appears calm.

In reality, they were so disgusted they had no other choice.

Lin Baiyue and Shi Qingci, who were standing nearby, vaguely heard it.

Lin Baiyue blushed and handed Cheng Jia two skewers of grilled beef: "Brother Jia... I heard you almost got pregnant tonight."

No need to hear, Cheng Jia still has lipstick stains on her collar and cheeks.

Even after applying it several times, you can still tell it's lipstick.

You need to remove this makeup.

“It’s alright,” Cheng Jia reached out to take the meat. It wasn’t the first time she had dealt with humiliation from a customer, and she was used to the embarrassment and shame. Her voice was numb and indifferent. “Let her be.”

But this time the situation is a little different.

Shi Qingci happened to see it.

Disheveled and wretched.

Cheng Jia's fingers trembled.

Clench your fist and press it down.

"......"

Shi Qingci suddenly looked up and casually asked Cheng Jia, "Do you usually deal with this kind of person?"

The tone sounded concerned, yet tinged with sarcasm.

Last time it was a shoe-removal area, and this time it's turned into this.

The work environment is so dirty.

That's disgusting.

“President Shi,” Cheng Jia chewed the beef in her mouth, swallowed it with her neck stiff, and forced a smile to appease the person opposite her, “What kind of good people can you meet working in a nightclub? Who would come to a place like this to have fun?”

Zhou Minghe gave Cheng Jia a shove: "Hey! I'm still here."

Does anyone complain to their boss that all customers are bad people?

"Let's eat." Cheng Jia picked up a signature braised beef rib strip for the boss. He was so dizzy that his wrist wobbled while picking up the rib, and the chopsticks almost fell on the boss.

Zhou Minghe cursed, "Come on, stop pretending to be helpful. If you ruin my clothes, I'll deduct your salary again."

"No, please." Cheng Jia laughed again.

He's so tired.

Lin Baiyue put on food-grade silicone gloves, removed the meat from the bones and cut it into small pieces for President Shi, carefully placed them on a plate, and put them in front of President Shi.

“When we came last time, you said this tasted good.”

Shi Qingci casually replied, "Just leave it there."

"...I noticed you frowned when you were drinking this soup," Lin Baiyue said, trying her best to start a conversation. "Was it not to your liking? I think there was too much pepper, it was a bit spicy."

Cheng Jia was drinking soup, slurping it up with the spoon.

Zhou Minghe scrolled through his phone's schedule: "I'm flying to a neighboring province for a meeting tomorrow, so playing pool will have to wait another two days..."

"A little," Shi Qingci replied casually to the singer, glancing at Cheng Jia.

They were separated by a distance of six dishes.

Cheng Jia didn't even glance at him.

What exactly do you want?

Shi Qingci couldn't understand what was bothering her.

It's just annoying.

Annoying Cheng Jia.

Hearing this, Lin Baiyue became bolder and asked in a low voice, "You probably prefer a lighter soup. Actually, I often make soup at home. If you don't mind... Besides, you're usually busy with your career and work very hard, so you should nourish your body more. How about we find an opportunity for you to try my cooking sometime?"

"......"

What are you saying in your gibberish?

Shi Qingci was thinking about other things and didn't hear Lin Baiyue speak; she was only thinking about finding fault with the person opposite her.

He suddenly sat up straight: "Manager Cheng, could you peel a few shrimp tails for me? I'd like to eat some."

“?” Cheng Jia looked up from the soup bowl, looking completely bewildered.

He was so dizzy that he couldn't be bothered to peel the shrimp and crab himself, preferring not to eat them at all.

Do we still have to give Mr. Shi a break?

Lin Baiyue quickly answered, "I'll do it, Brother Jia has had too much to drink."

"No need." Shi Qingci interrupted the young singer and continued speaking to Cheng Jia, "I was thinking about how we used to eat at the food stalls in college, and it brought back memories. Could you do me a favor?"

cannot.

It's really troublesome.

How can I refuse such an unreasonable request?

Cheng Jia licked her lips: "I'm sorry, Mr. Shi..."

“Come on,” Zhou Minghe slammed a bowl full of spicy stir-fried shrimp tails down next to Cheng Jia, “What are you dawdling about?”

It's just peeling a few shrimp tails.

It was something that came easily to me.

"..." The night breeze ruffled the strands of hair on Cheng Jia's forehead. He finally looked into Shi Qingci's eyes and met her obviously teasing gaze. Cheng Jia quickly gave in.

Even if he knew this person was deliberately tormenting him, he could only accept it.

Suppress the resentment and pain in my heart.

Cheng Jia looked down at the shrimp again: "Spicy stir-fry, do you want some?"

Shi Qingci: "Of course."

"Okay." Cheng Jia completely gave up resisting.

Put on gloves and bring the bowl containing the shrimp tails closer. I'm not eating anymore; I'm peeling shrimp for the esteemed Mr. Shi.

He was obviously very unwilling, but he was providing exclusive services.

Provide Shi Qingci with one person's service.

This scene made Shi Qingci feel much better.

He smiled slightly and began to eat his meal with a relaxed expression: "Mr. Zhou, I'm free next Tuesday."

"Oh?" The itinerary that Zhou Minghe was about to ask about was proactively told to him.

As expected, Cheng Jia still needs to be there.

His interactions with his sugar daddy became much easier.

Zhou Minghe was overjoyed: "Great! Let's play pool next Tuesday, and invite Cheng Jia too."

“Okay, you can arrange it.” Shi Qingci readily agreed.

"......"

Cheng Jia lowered her head to peel shrimp, feeling dizzy and gradually developing nausea.

Perhaps it was the alcohol colliding with the hot soup from earlier?

In short, my stomach feels extremely uncomfortable.

Even knowing the other person won't eat it, you still have to peel out half a bowl.

After simmering for ten minutes, he took off his gloves and handed over the peeled shrimp. His handsome brows were slightly furrowed, and his voice was low and husky: "Mr. Shi, please enjoy your meal."

The churning sensation in my stomach grew stronger and stronger.

Cheng Jia had a stomachache and felt nauseous.

He looked terrible.

"Lin Baiyue," Shi Qingci said without even looking at him, directly calling to the singer next to her, "You eat it, thank you for the service, Manager Cheng."

“......” to serve.

Cheng Jia was stunned for a moment.

Lin Baiyue was also startled by these two words: "Me?"

Is this appropriate?

He and Cheng Jia are friends, how could he let Cheng Jia serve him?

Is President Shi trying to rekindle his friendship with Cheng Jia, or is he deliberately humiliating her, or just joking around? There's something strange about the atmosphere between the two of them.

In a moment, Lin Baiyue suddenly realized.

He remembered that night when he always grabbed Cheng Jia and dragged her into the villa...

So, Cheng Jia is straight.

She definitely refused that night.

Time always provides its reply!

Having guessed most likely, Lin Baiyue quickly reacted, choosing to protect herself by accepting the shrimp tail: "Thank you, Brother Jia, I'll peel it for you next time."

He said this to save face for Cheng Jia.

But Cheng Jia was still embarrassed.

"Just eat it, it's just a bowl of shrimp." Zhou Minghe could also tell that Shi Qingci was confused.

But that doesn't matter; what matters is that Shi is always happy.

Everything is done in the name of the times.

Cheng Jia's personal emotions are not important.

"......"

"You're welcome," Cheng Jia said, keeping his eyelids closed and not sitting down. He clutched his stomach with one hand, his steps were unsteady, and his voice was hoarse. "...I'm going to the restroom."

After saying that, he turned and left, his brown baseball jacket draped over the chair without him wearing it.

The white shirt and the silhouette of the man exuded a sense of aloofness and fragility.

It was as if I couldn't feel the cold at all.

Only when she saw that proud and upright back could Shi Qingci vaguely find a trace of Cheng Jia's shadow.

This is not the Cheng Jia who is now reduced to drinking companionship, bowing her head and being humiliated.

It was five years ago, when Cheng Jia had just turned 19.

Shi Qingci likes Cheng Jia.

I despise Cheng Jia.

what to do.

Lin Baiyue, who had been peeling shrimp for half a day, had only eaten three.

But in the blink of an eye, the shrimp tail, along with the bowl, flew into the trash can!

"Bang."

It's something that's always lost.

Shi Qingci's face was gloomy, and she took a deep breath, no longer showing the deliberate provocation she had when facing Cheng Jiashi.

In reality, he wasn't as noble as Cheng Jia thought.

He was also in a sorry state.

"?" Lin Baiyue opened her mouth to look at the other person, but wisely shut her mouth and remained silent.

Without asking why, he stopped giving him food.

Rich people have such bad tempers.

How fickle!

"......"

"......"

Five years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the pure innocence of first love has long been shattered by reality.

They are still trapped in a dead end.

One who lives with all their might.

A hysterical mourning.

They had nothing to say to each other, and all that remained was mutual torment.