Chapter 71 Finding Joy in Suffering

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Cheng Jia opened her mouth, then reminded him, "If the signed contract is voided, 30% of the total house price will be deducted as a penalty, which is not worthwhile."

It's not worth it just because of a couple of arguments.

Wasting millions for nothing?

"You should worry about your commission first. It will take you a long time to earn more than 300,000 yuan," Shi Qingci said.

Cheng Jia said, "But compared to the penalty for breach of contract, the commission is a small amount of money."

“I can afford the penalty for breach of contract,” Shi Qingci said coldly.

"......"

"......"

Wow, awesome.

You could easily lose millions.

Cheng Jia lowered her eyes and thought for a few seconds before asking the person beside her, "Are you sure you want to cancel your deposit?"

"Yes." Shi Qingci nodded.

Actually, it won't be refunded.

He was just trying to scare Cheng Jia and deliberately make her angry.

If you want Cheng Jia to focus more attention on him, don't polish that shoe; it's obviously worth no more than five hundred yuan, what's the point of polishing it?

Is the porcelain from the Qing Dynasty not worth as much as that shoe?

If Cheng Jia wiped him with a wet wipe, he wouldn't feel so suffocated.

When the vehicle waits for the green light to start moving again.

On the brown leather cushion, Shi Qingci's wrist was loosely held by Cheng Jia.

Cheng Jia shook Shi Qingci's wrist a couple of times, leaned closer, and whispered, "Don't cancel it. It's not worth it. It's not that I want to get a commission, it's just that there's no need to pay the penalty."

A few million is enough for Cheng Jia to work for a lifetime.

It really hurts to spend money.

"...You," Shi Qingci suddenly stiffened, glancing at Cheng Jia's hand on his wrist, his heart surging with emotion, his fingers curling up, his wrist itching, "...Why should I listen to you?"

Cheng Jia shook his wrist again: "I'm not asking you to listen to me, I'm doing this for your own good. Don't back out. If you don't back out, I'll tell you a secret."

A secret that Shi Qingci would probably like to know.

I had a dark expression on my face in the exhibition hall just now.

"......"

oh?

Cheng Jia's secret.

Shi Qingci's Adam's apple bobbed up; he was quite adept at taking advantage of the situation.

He took Cheng Jia's hand in his own, their fingers not interlocked, but their palms were pressed together, which definitely counted as holding hands. He was holding Cheng Jia's hand.

"You tell me first, and I'll consider it after I hear it."

“Exactly,” Cheng Jia said, looking down at the cushion.

His hand was folded over the hand of the person next to him.

After hesitating for two seconds, the other person's fingers tightened.

It's difficult to break free.

Cheng Jia looked up at Shi Qingci's profile, ignoring their clasped hands, convincing herself that it was a prosthetic, and decided to resolve the checkout crisis first.

"...I lied to Manager Liu when I joined the company."

“He asked me why I quit my job at the bar, and I said that my girlfriend wouldn’t let me work at the bar, so I changed jobs. I told this lie so I wouldn’t be questioned.”

"Actually, I'm too busy making money to date."

Cheng Jia said, "I don't have a girlfriend, that's a secret."

"Oh," Shi Qingci said expressionlessly after hearing this, then raised their clasped hands, looked at them, and said, "Then we won't return it."

Cheng Jia raised an eyebrow: "So, let go?"

“We haven’t arrived at the restaurant yet,” Shi Qingci said without mentioning that she wanted to hold his hand, but she wouldn’t let go. “You touched my wrist first. You teased me, and I kindly obliged you.”

Cheng Jia was silent for a few seconds, then smiled.

"You are the easiest person I've ever met to coax."

He grabbed her wrist and shook it a few times, then said a few casual words.

Qing dynasty porcelain can become very obedient.

They stopped making a fuss and became less irritable.

Cheng Jia had always known this.

Cheng Jia didn't want to coax him.

"...Are you praising me or looking down on me?" Shi Qingci's expression froze as she turned to examine Cheng Jia's face.

The two people's palms were still touching.

Cheng Jia looked at the person in front of her and said, "I don't mean to look down on you. I'm just afraid that you'll get the illusion of being in love again and forget that I'm straight."

“Zhou Minghe said you’re very shrewd and can handle every client well in exchange for profit and money,” Shi Qingci said, her breathing quickening as she gripped Cheng Jia’s hand tightly until it hurt. “Why can’t you lie to me a little more?”

She knew perfectly well that Shi Qingci would fall for his tricks.

And they always have to say things so definitively.

This was so extreme that it forced Shi Qingci to face reality.

He realized that Cheng Jia didn't like him.

“Ugh,” Cheng Jia’s fingers hurt terribly. She put her left hand over to pry Shi Qingci’s fingers apart and said with her head down, “I don’t want to lie, I’m too lazy to lie.”

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Why tease someone if you don't like them?

He teased her for a bit, then turned and walked away.

Given this pattern, it's understandable that Shi Qingci resents Cheng Jia.

As Cheng Jia pried open his fingers, he leaned closer, tilted his head, found Cheng Jia's lips, and pressed his own against them, his breath hot and moist, carrying a slightly bitter coffee aroma.

"!" Cheng Jia was shocked.

Suddenly, Shi Qingci bit her lip.

Before their tongues even touched, Shi Qingci bit his lower lip.

With a forceful movement, both of them tasted the blood.

Shi Qingci sucked on Cheng Jia's lips, released the hateful person, and said coldly, "Then I'm too lazy to pretend. I came here to kiss you."

"You like me?" Cheng Jia stared blankly, only feeling the pain in her lips.

Shi Qingci released Cheng Jia's fingers, raised her hand and used her thumb to wipe Cheng Jia's lower lip, removing the little blood, and wiped it on a wet wipe: "I don't like it."

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Why kiss me if you don't like me?

It wasn't the first time we kissed; it was the second time after we reunited.

Cheng Jia lowered her head and grabbed another wet wipe, pressing it against her lips despite its strong alcohol smell. The pungent alcohol made the wound on her lower lip sting.

He quickly wiped twice until there was no blood on the wet wipe.

Her ears, however, were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

I don't know if it was anger or shame.

Or something else.

There was only one partition inside the car, and a driver was driving in front.

This situation prevented Cheng Jia from questioning loudly.

Cheng Jia sat down with his head down, completely obedient. He stopped grabbing Shi Qingci's wrist and shaking it. The innocent young master wasn't as easy to amuse as he was five years ago. If he wanted to coax him back, he would have to pay a higher price.

"Not angry?" Shi Qingci waited for a long time, but Cheng Jia didn't scold him.

Or you could raise your hand and slap him across the face.

Cheng Jia didn't know what to say, and said in a low voice, "There's a driver here, so don't do this."

"Is it okay if he's not here?" Shi Qingci asked eagerly.

The driver can be asked to leave at any time.

Cheng Jia shook her head: "No, I mean, I won't like you."

"...You're just imagining things again. I never said I wanted you to like me. You don't have to like me." Shi Qingci had a "what's the use" attitude, relying on Cheng Jia's concern that the driver wouldn't resist him.

He lowered his head and kissed Cheng Jia on the lips again, prying open her teeth and sucking twice.

My heart feels soothed.

It's okay if Cheng Jia doesn't coax him.

I'm just comforting myself.

Cheng Jia: "!"

"You weren't angry just now, so don't be angry this time either," Shi Qingci released Cheng Jia, her tone dismissive but clearly reassuring, "This is the last time, no more kissing."

"?" Cheng Jia's mouth was still slightly open.

Their lips were stained with a mixture of their saliva.

“We have a normal sales and customer relationship, Manager Cheng,” Shi Qingci licked her lips, savoring the moment, and kept her distance in accordance with Cheng Jia’s wishes. “Please be more professional and stop staring at me like that.”

He accused Cheng Jia.

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"......"

On the road ahead.

Cheng Jia covered her lips and sat by the window.

Shi Qingci turned to look at him from time to time, wanting to talk to him: "Manager Cheng, you'll take me to see the villa in a few days when it's handed over, right? It's your job."

"Manager Cheng, why don't you say anything? Are you just naturally averse to talking?"

Shi Qingci rested her elbows on the cushion and leaned closer to Cheng Jia: "I promise I won't kiss you anymore, Cheng Jia."

"Actually, I didn't really want to kiss her, it was just a casual kiss."

"Is it so hard for you to bear? Be more understanding. You kissed me like this five years ago too."

"Manager Cheng, Cheng Jia."

"Manager Cheng, why are you blushing?"

"Is it from anger?"

Shi Qingci asked a series of questions, getting closer and closer.

His forehead almost touched Cheng Jia's shoulder socket.

"President Shi," Cheng Jia said, having nowhere to hide, she grabbed a cushion and covered Shi Qingci's face with it before pushing him away, "Please have some self-respect."

Shi Qingci smiled and said, "It's just finding joy in hardship."

Cheng Jia, if you don't like me, that's fine.

You are allowed to dislike me.

As long as you don't hide.

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