Chapter 70 Check-out!

Manager Liu asked Cheng Jia to leave work early.

As Cheng Jia walked out of the exhibition hall, she took off her light gray vest from her desk and put on a light green thin windbreaker, which was perfect for the weather of around 20 degrees Celsius.

Around 5 p.m., some streetlights were already on.

The driver was driving them in front.

Assistant Tony left after get off work.

In the back seat, Shi Qingci and Cheng Jia each leaned against one side of the car window.

Two stacked brown leather cushions were blocking the view in the middle.

About five minutes after the car started moving, Shi Qingci turned her head to look at the person on her left and said in a low voice, "...Your manager said he'd treat you to dinner this weekend."

You also need to bring your girlfriend or fiancée.

"I should be treating the whole department to dinner to thank the company and Manager Liu for teaching me the business after I joined," Cheng Jia said, trying to sound natural in the quiet car, making conversation as she went. "The manager has been very kind to me these past two weeks."

Shi Qingci was displeased: "Shouldn't I be the one most grateful?"

Thank you to the company and the manager.

But it was clearly the performance results that he brought to Cheng Jia.

Cheng Jia did not express her gratitude to him.

They have no conscience.

“...Of course, the person we should thank the most is President Shi,” Cheng Jia said, clasping her hands together and bowing to the right. “Thank you, thank you.”

Those who understand the times are wise.

But Shi Qingci was clearly not buying it: "Let's get practical, how about you treat me to dinner this weekend?"

Inviting clients to dinner is a common practice in the industry.

But Cheng Jia felt it was too much...

Is Mr. Shi always short of this meal?

"Sure, what would you like to eat?" Cheng Jia agreed after hesitating for a moment.

I have to thank Shi Qingci for making it possible to pay off the debt.

I'm grateful I got beaten up by the bodyguard that night.

So, the fastest way to make money is actually by getting beaten up and receiving medical expenses?

It's kind of funny when you think about it.

But I'm still happy to have paid off my debts.

Cheng Jia is in a good mood right now.

"......"

How did we end up talking about food?

Shi Qingci was a little annoyed and reached out to press the button.

The rear partition creaked up, enough to separate the back seat from the driver.

"!" Cheng Jia watched as the barrier rose.

My heart skipped a beat, and I remembered the time at the villa in the western suburbs.

Shi Qingci went berserk and tackled him to the floor...

The chaos and the tactile sensations of that time are still vivid in my mind.

That kind of entanglement can easily lead one astray.

Cheng Jia felt an instinctive panic.

really--

A man dressed in dark purple casual wear leaned closer to him.

"Hey!" Cheng Jia raised his arm to block, his brows furrowing.

Tension and defensiveness appeared on his face.

"?"

Shi Qingci paused for a moment, then pressed Cheng Jia's arm down and leaned forward again. His chest hovered in front of Cheng Jia for three seconds before he took out a pack of disinfectant wipes from the armrest box on Cheng Jia's left.

The disinfectant wipes brushed past Cheng Jia's eyes.

Shi Qingci turned around and sat up straight.

Just take a wet wipe.

"..." Oh, I see. Cheng Jia was a little embarrassed. "Just tell me and I can get it for you."

Shi Qingci's face turned even uglier: "I don't need your help!"

Cheng Jia felt disgust and aversion towards him.

It's too obvious.

He originally wanted to ask Cheng Jia what was going on with his girlfriend.

But suddenly, I lost the mood to ask.

Whether he has a girlfriend or not is none of his business.

It wasn't his place to ask.

"Oh," Cheng Jia replied, moving closer to the car window.

There was a cushion between the two.

The smell of disinfectant wipes lingered in the air in the back seat.

Shi Qingci wiped his fingers one by one, remaining silent for a long time. His face was tense, and a strong sense of suffocation welled up in his heart. He could no longer get close to Cheng Jia.

I almost forgot that Cheng Jia had threatened to jump off a building to coerce him.

He was ordered to stop bothering him.

Cheng Jia spent a week recovering from her injury, and then two weeks back at work.

Qingci hadn't seen him for over half a month.

I appeared at the sales office today because I saw Cheng Jia's medical report and wanted to remind her that she has a stomach ulcer that needs treatment, but I didn't know how to say it.

They used to be inseparable, but now when they sit together, they have nothing to say except for business.

A complex web of past entanglements and a helpless present.

This made Shi Qingci very uncomfortable.

The atmosphere was quiet.

"...Could I have a wet wipe?" Cheng Jianeng could clearly feel the atmosphere becoming tense and uncomfortable, so he had no choice but to take the initiative to break the deadlock.

He asked the person next to him for disinfectant wipes.

Shi Qingci grabbed a wet wipe and tossed it onto Cheng Jia's lap from a distance.

"Thank you, Mr. Shi," Cheng Jia picked up a wet wipe from his lap, unfolded it, and pulled out one to wipe his hands. He should have remained silent, but he was in a good mood today, so he lowered his head and asked, "...What are you angry about now?"

Everything was fine when we bought the house.

She got angry again after only a few minutes.

Shi Qingci clutched the used wet wipe in her palm, turned to stare at Cheng Jia's face: "Don't you know why I'm angry?"

"I don't know," Cheng Jia replied, but to be honest, she could guess a little. "It can't be because I raised my arm to block just now, right? That's a physical instinct. If you saw someone lunging at you, wouldn't you block them?"

Shi Qingci pursed her lips: "But you look like you're afraid I'll do something to you, and the way you look at me is both wary and disgusted. Do you hate me? Cheng Jia."

Shouldn't it be that he hates this liar?

Why does Cheng Jia dislike him?

What did he do wrong?

"You're overthinking it. I don't dislike you; it's just an instinctive reaction," Cheng Jia explained.

Besides, the Qing dynasty porcelain had a history of issues.

Wasn't that the time on the floor?

He forcibly kissed her and even lifted her hoodie to touch Cheng Jia's stomach.

Almost...

It's understandable that Cheng Jiahui would be on guard.

He doesn't dislike Shi Qingci, otherwise he wouldn't have come out for dinner.

Unfortunately, Shi Qingci did not understand Cheng Jia's style of doing things.

Shi Qingci turned her face to the window: "Anyway, you're always like this. When I'm useful to you, you coax me, and when I'm not, you push me away and get rid of me. You weren't like this in the exhibition hall just now."

"?" Cheng Jia was baffled and couldn't understand what Shi Qingci was talking about. "Is there any difference between when I was in the sales office and now?"

Why does this person start picking fights as soon as they get on the bus?

Cheng Jia was initially quite happy.

Shi Qingci: "Yes, you smiled at me in the exhibition hall. You were already on guard against me, blocking me, and you might have even thought about hitting me. You raised your arm."

He just wanted to get some wet wipes.

Cheng Jia was prepared to act like that.

"......"

The fabricated charges left Cheng Jia speechless.

Cheng Jia turned her head to the left window and looked at the traffic for a few seconds to adjust her breathing.

"...Do you think it's alright for me to smile like this?" Cheng Jia gave a polite, slight smile to the person on her right.

Shi Qingci glanced back and said, "It's unnatural."

The smile looked fake.

"......"

"......"

"That's because I'm naturally not good at smiling, please bear with me." Cheng Jia's patience ran out.

All debts have been paid off; I no longer want to fawn over anyone.

He listlessly examined the wet wipes, thinking to himself that rich people always use high-quality products.

Cheng Jia had never bought such thick wet wipes before.

It can't be torn? I've been rubbing it for ages and it's still moist.

It smells like snow lotus.

Reluctant to throw them away, Cheng Jia simply crossed her legs, took the wet wipe she had used to clean her hands, and used it to wipe her leather shoes, making the already clean surface even shinier.

A white shirt and black trousers are required attire by the company.

When polishing shoes, the trouser legs will tuck up a little.

The socks that Cheng Jia received as a gift when he bought the leather shoes were revealed; they were the kind of black socks with laser-like semi-transparent vertical stripes, vaguely showing the ankles, both sexy and alluring.

It was a free gift, so of course it's not a waste if I can wear it.

Cheng Jia bent down to wipe his shoes.

"!" Shi Qingci caught a glimpse of this scene and her expression immediately turned strange. She glared at Cheng Jia with a fierce look, "You're being indecent."

Cheng Jia was stunned by the scolding: "...Just because I used your wet wipes to wipe my shoes?"

Shi Qingci reached out and tugged at Cheng Jia's trouser leg.

He didn't say anything more, but he was more powerful than those who did speak.

He poked Cheng Jia's ankle with the tip of his index finger, his tone full of resentment: "Dressed like this, isn't selling houses a legitimate job? You used this to seduce your girlfriend, didn't you?"

"Cheng Jia, I want to cancel my deposit. I'm not buying those houses anymore."

I regret it, I'm checking out.

You shouldn't have been so nice to Cheng Jia.

"......"

Cheng Jia: "?"

You fucking lunatic!

It's started again.