Chapter 55 Boyfriend

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May has arrived.

The leaves in the flower beds in the community are greener than they were a few days ago.

At 7 p.m., Cheng Jia and Lin Baiyue went downstairs together.

I'm getting ready to drive to Jinhe for work.

Lin Baiyue was acting strangely today. He kept looking at his phone while sitting in the passenger seat, muttering, "...I'm speechless. He doesn't accept or listen to the recordings I sent him, but he has time to go to concerts with other people. Bro, am I not handsome? Am I not fit?"

"What are you saying?" Cheng Jia was driving and didn't notice who Lin Baiyue was talking about. "You're handsome, and you have a good physique."

He's just a bit too thin, like a mantis.

He's even more like a telephone pole than Cheng Jia.

Lin Baiyue retorted, "It's not just 'okay,' it's 'okay.' Look at that little purple-haired guy Shi always hugs. He's not as handsome as me, and his physique is just so-so. What's wrong with me? Why should he be the one to take care of me and not me? Heh, I'm angry!"

"Nobody cares whether you're angry or not," Cheng Jia teased Lin Baiyue with a smile.

But after laughing for two seconds, I suddenly realized what was happening.

The smile froze on his face.

Mr. Shi is a sugar daddy/sugar baby.

Little purple fur.

"......"

My neighborhood is very close to Jinhe; it only takes five minutes to drive there.

Cheng Jia and Lin Baiyue went to the lounge to clock in.

Lin Baiyue went to change her clothes, while Cheng Jia sat on the sofa, took out his phone, and lit a cigarette. He rarely looked at his WeChat Moments, only occasionally, and hadn't looked at it recently.

The light from the phone reflected in Cheng Jia's slightly narrowed eyes.

That person rarely posts on WeChat Moments.

But in the last two weeks, he posted four messages in a row.

The first one is a photo; the setting looks like a deck where people are out fishing at sea.

A vibrant purple-haired figure was captured in the corner of the frame; he was a very young boy, no more than 20 years old, playing a fish with a fishing rod.

In the distance, the sea stretches out before you, and a magnificent sunset unfolds.

The accompanying text for Shi Qing porcelain is:

Good times should be enjoyed with good people (smile)

"......"

Cheng Jia swiped her finger across the second item.

A photograph taken at a high-end leisure club.

Two people are playing pool on a pool table. They are the owner, Zhou Minghe, and the person with purple hair. The camera shows their profiles.

It is obvious that this photo was taken by Shi Qingci.

Cheng Jia suddenly realized why the boss had stopped asking him to play pool.

It turns out they found a new partner.

The third one is from last week, a short video of a basketball court.

In some school, on the sports field, a purple-haired boy wearing a silver-gray parallel bars uniform lifted his shirt to wipe away sweat, revealing a glimpse of his fair and lean abs.

He is a bright and clean-cut boy.

In one corner of the picture, Shi Qingci's left hand, adorned with a wristwatch, has distinct knuckles, and she is holding a bottle of mineral water in her palm, clearly watching the boy play ball.

The accompanying text consisted of only one sentence.

Get plenty of sunshine.

The last point was what Lin Baiyue said in the car.

The announcement was made last night at the Xining Gymnasium in the provincial capital.

A popular new-era music group among young people held a concert in Xining last night. The atmosphere was lively, and Shi Qingci brought the purple-haired boy to see it.

They were sitting in the first row.

The purple-haired boy wore a glowing support hair clip and gave one to Shi Qingci as well. The two of them, wearing matching hair clips, leaned together for a photo with the audience behind them.

Shi Qingci wore a pure black jacket and smiled politely at the camera.

Cheng Jia was unsure whether Shi Qingci had developed a new hobby of attending concerts.

Five years ago, the rich young man would never have gone there.

They'll complain about the crowds and the unpleasant smell.

The environment is too noisy.

"......"

A cigarette can burn out at any time.

Cheng Jia was startled awake by the burning pain in her fingers. She stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray and rubbed the skin of her middle finger with her thumb until the burning pain subsided, but she still had some difficulty breathing.

What he was supposed to see was the life of Shi Qingci.

Are we supposed to expect him to keep coming to nightclubs and getting entangled with a dying man in that smoky, chaotic environment?

Right, that's right.

My phone rang before I logged out of WeChat.

It was a message from Boss Zhou.

Zhou Minghe: [Where is he? Keep three nines, Mr. Shi will be there.]

Cheng Jia: [Okay]

Zhou Minghe: [There's something strange you'll never expect. Take a look at President Shi's WeChat Moments. Don't be too surprised by what you see. Respect his orientation. I'm warning you, don't offend him again.]

Cheng Jia: [I didn't offend him]

Zhou Minghe: [Bullshit, if I hadn't offended them, would they have stopped me from playing? But maybe they really can't care, hehe, you'll see in a bit.]

There's no need to be so secretive.

Cheng Jia could guess that it was just Shi Qingci keeping a male college student as a mistress.

Cheng Jia: [Okay]

He just needs to do his job well and keep the private rooms available.

Any other scene is irrelevant to him.

He doesn't care.

"......"

The purple-haired boy's name is Li Han.

Her skin wasn't fair, but it was rosy and radiant. She was very healthy, with a messy, purplish-red bob. She smiled a lot, and like Cheng Jia, she had her left ear pierced and wore a white diamond stud earring.

Young and energetic.

In the three private rooms, Cheng Jia led a waiter in to deliver the wine.

He glanced at Li Han briefly.

I just wanted to take a look.

Zhou Minghe introduced Li Han to the person who introduced them: "Xiao Han, this is Cheng Jia, my marketing manager. In the future, if you bring your classmates, just go directly to him to sign the contract and have fun for free."

“President Zhou, it’s not really appropriate to give the meal away for free,” Li Han said shyly, nodding to Cheng Jia, “Brother Cheng.”

Cheng Jia returned a smile: "Hello."

Zhou Minghe waved his hand at Li Han: "I'm only giving you a free meal because of your brother Shi. What do you think? Don't be so polite."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou," Li Han said, then leaned forward to thank the man sitting next to her, her voice lower and sounding very obedient, "Thank you, Brother Shi."

"Good girl." Shi Qingci leaned back lazily on the sofa.

He wore a beige casual shirt with suit pants, and his wristwatch gleamed in the dim light. It turned out to be a pink plastic watch that cost no more than three hundred yuan.

There's no need to guess who sent it.

This kind of thing would appear in the hands of a Qing dynasty porcelain maker.

She must really like this boy to make such a concession that Cheng Jia had never received before.

And who gave Li Han that white diamond earring in her left ear...?

It seems there's no need to guess?

Yes, they have already exchanged tokens of their love.

Cheng Jia lowered her eyes and asked them, "If any of you need any other snacks or fruit, please let me know and I will arrange it."

If there's nothing else, he'll go out to meet other clients.

Happiness is not witnessed here.

“Cheng Jia,” Shi Qingci said with a faint smile and a playful look in her eyes, “give me your opinion, isn’t he a million times better than you?”

Anyone you randomly pick from a university is younger than Cheng Jia.

She is cleaner, gentler, and more sensible than Cheng Jia.

Shi Qingci was very satisfied, and even more satisfied with bringing the person to Cheng Jia.

It's just showing off, it's intentional.

The plastic watch on his wrist was flashing.

It bursts forth with dazzling lights of various colors.

Zhou Minghe asked in confusion, "Huh? What do you want him to evaluate?"

What are we talking about? And what's with this encrypted conversation?

These two are really strange.

"......"

Cheng Jia remained calm: "Of course, President Shi has excellent judgment."

This boy is both physically and physically excellent.

Judging from appearances, their personality seems good too.

They're a good match.

"That's good. Li Han hasn't had dinner yet. Could you please order some takeout for him?" Shi Qingci said lazily and relaxedly, reaching out to put her hand on Li Han's wrist. "Tell me, what do you want to eat?"

Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed by the person beside her!

Li Han's pupils dilated, and she shook her head, flattered: "I can eat anything, or I don't have to eat anything."

Mr. Shi was so enthusiastic tonight.

He wasn't used to it.

“Don’t mention it. You’ve helped Manager Cheng get rid of a huge burden, so he should be happy to treat you to dinner,” Shi Qingci said, then turned to look at Cheng Jia, “Is that so?”

Cheng Jia frowned slightly: "Sure, if that's your request."

I really don't want any unplanned expenses.

Everyone present was wealthier than him.

However, the expenses incurred under the three nines will be recorded under Cheng Jia's name.

So, the two or three thousand yuan I earned tonight, I can barely afford to use a portion of it to order takeout for Mr. Shi's boyfriend.

I just feel like my blood isn't flowing smoothly.

It's inexplicable.

Cheng Jia looked at her boyfriend, her voice gentle.

Hello, what would you like to eat?

“Wait a minute, why didn’t you address me with a respectful title? Are you looking down on me, Manager Cheng?” Shi Qingci interrupted Li Han, who was about to speak, clearly looking for trouble. “Or are you just being condescending because my Li Han is young? That’s pointless.”

Zhou Minghe raised an eyebrow at Cheng Jia: "Use honorifics!"

This time it can be confirmed—

Cheng Jia has offended this person again.

Tsk, oh dear.

"......"

No one spoke in the private room.

It seemed even the lights were torturing Cheng Jia.

He felt a little dizzy, had chest tightness, and shortness of breath from being shaken around.

In the silence, Cheng Jia shifted her gaze from President Shi's face to the 19-year-old boy on the sofa, bowed slightly, and asked the question again.

"Hello, what would you like to eat?"

It's okay, let this person have some fun.

It's your own fault for owing him money and not being able to pay it back.

Cheng Jia won't be sad.

Just like he didn't care about that white dove ring.

Even after wearing it for five years, you can still return it.

I never asked them any further questions.

The white dove has flown away.