Chapter 74 I'm not feeling well

The conversation ended with Cheng Jia's silence.

He clearly didn't want to talk about it, and the four of them left the restaurant together after dinner.

In the parking lot, Tan Ying snuggled up to Cheng Jia again, tugging at Cheng Jia's sleeve and shaking it: "It's still early, let's go out and play. You should take the day off tomorrow and not go to work."

Zhou Minghe leaned against a Land Rover and smoked.

Smoke dissipates into the city night.

“Excuse me, he’s taking me to see an apartment tomorrow,” Shi Qingci said, raising his hand to separate Tan Ying from Cheng Jia. He grabbed Cheng Jia’s wrist, opened the door with his other hand, pushed Cheng Jia into the back seat, and then turned to Tan Ying and said, “Cheng Jia hasn’t been to a nightclub in a long time, and he won’t be going in the future.”

Cheng Jia had just settled down when he heard this sentence.

In fact, he himself would never go to nightclubs again, but it came out of Shi Qingci's mouth.

It's as if the two of them are so familiar with each other that they can be a part of each other's lives.

We're not that close, are we?

"Huh? Hey!" Tan Ying watched as President Shi bent down and got into the back seat, and hurriedly called out to Cheng Jia, "We'll keep in touch by phone. Call me when you get home, let's chat, Cheng Jia?"

As Cheng Jia approached the car window to speak, an arm suddenly appeared around her neck.

Shi Qingci grabbed his shoulder from behind and pulled him hard.

"Old Chen, drive."

"Buzz—"

The black Audi drove away immediately.

"......"

Tan Ying watched the car drive away, stomping her foot in anger.

"Stupid," Zhou Minghe stubbed out his cigarette, raised his chin slightly and glared at Tan Ying, "Can't you see that President Shi likes Cheng Jia? And you still keep trying to get close to her."

Zhou Minghe only understood it tonight.

Considering the strange atmosphere during their meeting, coupled with Mr. Shi's sexual orientation, everything connected, and Zhou Minghe understood it all very well.

Shi always had intentions, but Cheng Jia was heartless.

So after giving him a dressing down, Cheng Jia insisted on quitting.

This is someone hiding from.

Tan Ying could also see it, but she stubbornly said, "So what if he likes her? Can't you see that Cheng Jia doesn't want to? I've seen plenty of people who like Cheng Jia, and I don't think this Mr. Shi has any chance of winning. He loses to me just because of his gender."

Cheng Jia is a straight man, so he definitely wouldn't like men.

"...What do you like about Cheng Jia?" Zhou Minghe frowned, unable to understand this.

Tan Ying snorted and turned to leave: "Better than you, cleaner and more obedient, and not promiscuous."

Even her silhouette exudes a sense of freedom and fragrance.

Her long, flowing hair was very sexy.

"You're saying I'm not clean?" Zhou Minghe stared at Tan Ying's retreating figure and set off to chase after her.

Behind the two.

A black Land Rover slowly followed Mr. Zhou.

"Are you clean?" Tan Ying was about to hail a taxi on the side of the road. She had just returned from a party in the country. "Which of Jin He's female models haven't you slept with? I'm afraid I'll get a disease if I marry someone like you."

Zhou Minghe sneered in anger and grabbed Tan Ying's wrist: "Who told you I slept with a female model?"

Those are all just business charades.

He didn't sleep with the female model.

“You’ve been dating He Yuanxiang for over two years, you can’t still be a virgin, can you?” Tan Ying shook off Zhou Minghe’s wrist and waved for a taxi.

Even if he didn't sleep with the female model, he still had a romantic history.

Zhou Minghe retorted dismissively, "And you? You had a high-profile relationship with a provincial team athlete for a year and nine months, and you didn't sleep with him?"

“We slept together, and my first kiss was six days earlier than yours,” Tan Ying replied.

Zhou Minghe retorted sarcastically, "Not necessarily. You didn't even know that guy who was practicing javelin when I kissed He Yuanxiang."

Tan Ying's virginity was definitely stolen by that man.

Zhou Minghe felt a tingling itch whenever he thought about it.

It doesn't matter if it's other girls, but it's unacceptable if that guy dares to sleep with Tan Ying.

Even if Tan Ying got tired of him and dumped him.

Zhou Minghe still found someone to beat the other party up.

Nothing else, he just likes to hit people.

"You motherfucker, so when I saw you two hugging in the equipment room after graduating from high school, you said you didn't kiss, but you actually did?" Tan Ying turned to look at Zhou Minghe.

At the time, Zhou Minghe said there was no marriage.

She had just told He Yuanxiang that she liked Zhou Minghe.

Make He Yuanxiang give up on Zhou Minghe.

However, Zhou Minghe accepted the confession and started dating He Yuanxiang.

They dated for more than two years, and He Yuanxiang flaunted her power in front of Tan Ying for more than two years.

Besides watching coldly, Tan Ying was also questioned by Zhou Minghe, who asked her why she suddenly kept her distance from him and stopped going out with him.

What did Tan Yingneng say?

You've become friends with my roommate.

Shouldn't I keep my distance from you?

Later, Tan Ying also started dating and even brought her to Zhou Minghe to show off.

Childhood sweethearts, just like that, gradually drifted apart.

It just means we weren't meant to be.

"......"

Zhou Minghe looked at Tan Ying under the streetlight, paused for two seconds, and asked, "You still remember what happened in our senior year of high school? It's been nine years."

“I broke up with my first love more than seven years ago, and you still remember it.” Tan Ying lowered her head and kicked her high heels, not wanting to recall those years.

Zhou Minghe and she stood side by side on the roadside in silence.

As the taxi turned around, Zhou Minghe asked, "Why have you ignored me since freshman year?"

"Ask yourself." Tan Ying pulled open the car door, got in, and drove away.

"......"

Zhou Minghe stood alone by the roadside for a long time.

He sent Tan Ying a WeChat message: [What did I do wrong? Can you give me a hint?]

It took more than ten minutes for Tan Yingcai to reply to him.

Tan Ying: [High school graduation, chocolate]

"!" Zhou Minghe's face turned red instantly.

It felt as if he had returned to that frustrating afternoon in the classroom.

No, he needs to talk to someone.

Where is Cheng Jia?

Cheng Jia is the best listener.

She keeps her mouth shut and has high emotional intelligence.

And it won't be spread around.

*

Inside the black Audi.

The restaurant is not far from Chengjia Residential Area.

The journey took less than twenty minutes, and he didn't see Shi Qingci the entire time.

Shi Qingci turned her head to look at him twice.

But with the driver present, it wasn't convenient to ask questions.

They remained silent until they reached the entrance of the residential complex.

The car was parked on the side of the road.

Cheng Jia opened the car door: "Thank you, Mr. Shi, for bringing me back. I'm leaving now."

“Wait a minute,” Shi Qingci followed and came downstairs, her attitude very firm, “I’ll take you upstairs.”

Cheng Jia shook her head and waved her hand: "No need, no need for you to take me."

The neighborhood is quite safe, and besides, he's a man.

It doesn't have to be carried upstairs.

"..." Shi Qingci put her hands in her coat pockets and silently stared at Cheng Jia.

It's obvious he won't leave unless he's allowed to be seen off.

They insisted on going upstairs.

After a stalemate of more than ten seconds, Cheng Jia reluctantly moved forward: "Let's go."

This person standing in front of the family compound was too eye-catching.

Finish the job quickly and let them leave.

"......"

As Cheng Jiachao pressed the elevator button, he said to his side, "I share an apartment with someone, and the room is a mess, so I won't invite you in."

"You know perfectly well that I have something to say to you." Shi Qingci's voice was muffled in the elevator.

The somber mood stemmed from the fact that Zhou Minghe was aware of Cheng Jia's debts.

But he never knew.

Cheng Jia watched the floor numbers change, the elevator doors opened, and she started to walk out: "My debts have nothing to do with you, there's nothing to talk about."

He actually knew what Shi Qingci wanted to ask.

It means asking about the source of the debt.

“If being an old classmate isn’t enough,” Shi Qingci followed Cheng Jia out of the elevator, her heart pounding as if something was stuck in her chest, “…a client, a friend, or…an ex-boyfriend…”

Cheng Jia hurriedly interrupted him: "It's not that I can't tell you, it's a long story."

There's no need to hide anything now that all the debts have been paid off.

But this is tantamount to exposing all of Cheng Jia's assets.

When dissecting, examine the porcelain.

It would make Cheng Jia seem like a pitiful wretch.

I don't really want to talk about it.

“I want to hear, I want to know, I have plenty of time to hear you,” Shi Qingci squeezed through the door Cheng Jia had just opened, her attitude still firm, her voice lowered slightly, “...I don’t want to know about you from other people anymore, you tell me, okay?”

"It's only been five years since we last met, why are you treating me like a stranger?"

“Am I not the person you should be closest to besides your parents, Cheng Jia?”

"......"

With each sentence Shi Qingci spoke, she took a step closer to Cheng Jiamai.

By the time Cheng Jia came to her senses, the door was closed.

He was pushed back against Shi Qingci's chest, backing up to the edge of the sofa. In front of him was Shi Qingci's blurry yet familiar face, the light of which hadn't been turned on yet, and the sofa was right behind his calves.

Cheng Jia had nowhere to retreat to.

“I won’t turn on the light. You can tell me in a very quiet voice,” Shi Qingci pushed Cheng Jia to sit down. He also sat on the sofa and turned to look at Cheng Jia in the dim light. “...Tell me some secrets that only I can know. Why does Zhou Minghe know you better than me?”

"Cheng Jia, I'm not feeling well."

Shi Qingci rubbed Cheng Jia's hand with her finger.

His tone was low and helpless.

My heart aches.

Confusion, jealousy.

I want to explore.