Chapter 7: Stripping You Off Until You're Satisfied

"......"

Cheng Jia takes a shower very quickly.

I just rinsed my mouth briefly and didn't even bother to dry my hair.

When he came out of the guest room wrapped in a white bathrobe, his hair was still dripping wet, but in this atmosphere no one would care about such small details.

The person sitting on the sofa turned to look at him.

Shi Qingci's trench coat was lying on the armrest, her black shirt had one button undone, the collar was loose, and the cuffs were rolled up twice, revealing half of her well-defined forearms.

Cheng Jia didn't find the scene sexy.

I just felt that someone who was usually indifferent might want to punch him a few times.

This looks like they're about to fight.

"......"

No one spoke.

Since the other side didn't speak, Cheng Jia naturally wouldn't speak first.

After standing for nearly three minutes, he strolled to the side of the sofa, sat on the armrest with his back to the person behind him, and his line of sight was just right to the bathroom door.

A thin layer of steam rose from the doorway under the light.

The skin on the back of his neck felt tight; someone was staring at his back.

Forget it, I won't waste my time with a mute.

Cheng Jia took a deep breath: "...Has that calmed you down even a little bit?"

He readily agreed to even the punishment of running naked.

The apology was clear enough, wasn't it?

"Not enough," the person behind him replied curtly.

That's far from enough to vent my anger.

Cheng Jia raised an eyebrow, but still didn't turn around to face him: "Is it because I didn't take my clothes off enough, or do you think I'm not sincere enough? You don't think I often run around naked, do you?"

These words need to be spoken.

He has never run naked.

"Aren't you one?" Shi Qingci's sarcasm was too obvious.

It's hard not to suspect that he did it on purpose.

He deliberately wanted to hurt Cheng Jia.

"......"

Cheng Jia firmly denied it: "No."

“Oh,” Shi Qingci sneered, showing no mercy, “That’s probably because you haven’t met a customer like Chen Bin who offers a good price. Two million, you’re quite decisive.”

Secretary Chen wanted to show President Shi how much effort he had put into the hospitality.

When we parted just now, I explained that he had transferred two million to Cheng Jia.

Cheng Jia turned to the side and looked at Shi Qingci: "What exactly do you want?"

"What are you upset about?" Shi Qingci asked.

Having spent two years together, he understood Cheng Jia's micro-expressions better than most people.

A hint of grievance seemed to surface in her slightly furrowed brows.

However, Shi Qing porcelain is more inclined to be understood as...

This is a trick used by scammers to feign helplessness.

The conman was a master of acting, and he decided to make Cheng Jia even more pitiful.

“I have already notified Chen Bin to contact the bank to cancel this transfer. Two million to get rid of you once is not worth it.”

It's not worth the price.

"......"

Cheng Jia looked down to find her phone.

Remembering that his phone was still in the bathroom, he walked towards it.

Behind him, the man on the sofa also stood up and followed him to the bathroom. He stood at the bathroom door with his arms crossed, leisurely preparing to watch the joke unfold.

"This is a deal between him and me. What right do you have to make him cancel the payment?" Cheng Jia picked up her phone and saw that just a minute ago...

Two million was lost from my bank account due to a cancelled transfer!

The balance is only a little over 30,000 yuan.

The resettlement allowance is gone, and the debt of over 700,000 yuan is weighing on them again.

This means Cheng Jia can't go to Hong Kong, Macau, or Taiwan. He has to pay off his debts before the bank will let him leave. Otherwise, he won't even be able to buy a plane ticket with his ID card and will have to stay in Jingang City.

Shi Qingci's eyes were fixed on Cheng Jia's face.

Not missing a single moment of pained expression.

Cheng Jia's pain brought him relief.

"Is there a problem with Chen Bin listening to me because he doesn't want to offend me because of you?"

"......"

no problem.

However, this was something Cheng Jia and Chen Bin had agreed upon.

Two million is not the money for the Qing Dynasty porcelain.

Did they sabotage him behind his back?

Cheng Jia stood blankly in front of the bathroom mirror, holding her phone.

He looked at Shi Qingci's familiar yet unfamiliar face as if he didn't recognize her anymore, and finally realized that this person was no longer the Shi Qingci of the past.

It's not that cold-looking boy who feeds stray cats on the rooftop.

The Qing Dynasty porcelain society used its power to achieve its goals.

She has become sharper than before.

When a person goes from being naive to mature, the changes are far more than just in their appearance.

"Want to curse me?" Shi Qingci sneered, lowering her crossed arms and pressing closer step by step, her foot approaching the bathroom mirror. "Do you have the right to curse me?"

"......"

Cheng Jia clearly knew what was going on.

It only took three seconds for his expression to go from stunned to accepting.

He lowered his head and shook his head resignedly: "No, the money is gone, so be it. Consider it all for nothing."

"It's good that you know," Shi Qingci said, looking at Cheng Jia's meek and submissive appearance, but he still felt it wasn't enough. He wanted Cheng Jia to suffer even more, so he asked, "How was it? Did you see your parents when you went back to your hometown?"

Cheng Jia was still immersed in the disappointment of her bank card going from being full to empty.

He was a beat slow to react, and looked at Shi Qingci blankly.

My parents have passed away.

Shi Qingci smiled and said, "What a pity."

"Hmm." Cheng Jia didn't seem to mind.

But Shi Qingci added, "It's a pity that they can't receive the punishment they deserve."

It means—

Your parents are lucky.

He died too young.

"!" Cheng Jia's fingers trembled violently as she gripped her phone.

I can't believe I heard such words from Shi Qingci's mouth.

This person is Shi Qingci.

He was someone who used to never even swear.

Cheng Jia's face turned pale, and she almost lost her balance.

He pressed his phone and the sink together, his eyes reddening, and stared at Shi Qingci's face.

"...Our affairs have nothing to do with my parents."

"How can it not matter that they gave birth to a son like you?" Shi Qingci accurately captured the pain in Cheng Jia's eyes, and her own heart, which had been ripped out by a knife, felt much better.

Is it cruel?

Cheng Jia did things a hundred times more cruel than this.

It was so cruel that Cheng Jiati didn't even dare to mention it.

Extremely guilty.

"......"

“Don’t blame your family,” Cheng Jia said carefully, his eyes stinging as he stared intently at the soap dish, no longer looking at Shi Qingci. “Let’s talk about us. I want to ask, now that the money’s gone, consider it all for nothing. Are you happy now?”

He just escaped for nothing, purely as an act of atonement.

Did the Qing dynasty porcelain makers feel happy?

How satisfying was it to get revenge?

Shi Qingci frowned, the image of Cheng Jia standing on the stage, soaking wet and taking off her clothes flashing through her mind.

To be honest, this kind of revenge doesn't feel satisfying at all.

I'm just so irritable.

"I'm not happy," he said honestly.

Cheng Jia nodded: "Is it because I didn't take my clothes off completely? I can go again."

Until Shi Qing was satisfied.

Wasn't the plan to retaliate?

Enjoy it to the fullest.

"Are you addicted to taking off your clothes, or do you have a fetish for exposing yourself in public?" Before Shi Qingci could react, a surge of anger rushed to her head. "After leaving me, you've fallen so low that you're selling yourself for money, willingly degrading yourself?"

Cheng Jia has also changed a lot in the past five years.

Shi Qingci hardly recognizes him anymore.

"......"

They were attacked with a barrage of vicious words.

Cheng Jia licked her dry lips, her temper flaring up.

Why should someone with a terminal illness suffer like this?

Is it because people say good things when they are about to die, and they want to appease the victims of the past?

Kindness is indeed not a quality that everyone can possess.

Cheng Jia suppressed his swearing and replied meekly, "Yes, Mr. Shi, I'm used to working part-time as a male model after get off work. I'm a bit cheap, and I feel uncomfortable if I don't take my clothes off for a day."

"So can I go? I'll take my clothes off until you're satisfied."

"Let's settle our past grievances as soon as possible and never see each other again."

As Cheng Jia spoke, her face appeared in the mirror, her emotions a jumble of emotions, her eyes red to the extreme: "Take whatever revenge you want at me. If it makes you feel better, then we're even. But let's make it clear, don't drag anyone else into this."

For example, his boss, Zhou Minghe.

For example, those old neighbors who are still alive.

"Cheng Jia!" Shi Qingci could no longer hold back. She grabbed Cheng Jia's bathrobe and pulled him over, then slammed him against the wall behind him.

Cheng Jia's back slammed against the damp wall, her shoulder blade making a dull thud, and she groaned in pain, "Ugh."

Cheng Jia couldn't break the habit of forcing a smile whenever she felt unwell.

With red eyes, he smiled at Shi Qingci despite the pain.

"You've learned to hit people, baby..."

!

Wait a moment.

What did he say?

"..." Shi Qingci was stunned.

It felt like he had been struck by lightning.

Cheng Jia was stunned by the pain, and even the words that came out of her mouth were frozen in shock.

The entire bathroom suddenly fell into dead silence.

In the past, when acting, Cheng Jia pretended to be gay and had a flirtatious relationship. Being inexperienced, he naturally observed how others addressed each other and learned to call each other "baby".

Every time she was called out, Shi Qingci's face and ears would turn red.

Cheng Jia found it fun to tease a cold-hearted person.

I called her that so many times during those two years that it almost became Shi Qingci's nickname.

This has led to the awkward situation we are in now.

Shi Qingci pushed him, and he casually called out "Baby".

Even Cheng Jia, with his thick skin, felt ashamed.

But since I've already yelled, the worst that can happen is I'll get a good beating.

He closed his eyes helplessly, waiting for Shi Qingci's fist to fall...