Chapter 79 Stupid Cheng Jia

In the bedroom.

The person had been gone for about ten minutes.

Cheng Jia lay down for a while, feeling restless and unable to sleep.

He pulled his phone out from beside his pillow. There were three or four missed calls from Zhou Minghe, all from last night.

He and Shi Qingci were taking a shower in the bathroom.

It was their first time doing this, and neither of them had any experience.

After showering by instinct, we hugged and kissed for a while before moving to the bedroom. We were so nervous we could hear each other's heartbeats. It took us ages to get things going...

Damn, Cheng Jia felt like he was going crazy.

My mind is filled with thoughts of last night!

Even he himself didn't consider last night a normal one-night stand, so how could he expect Shi Qingci to forget about it after sleeping with him? Cheng Jia felt even more troubled.

People really shouldn't make any decisions when they're emotionally charged.

Ultimately, he was misled by the kind of 'home' that Shi Qingci described.

Cheng Jia raised her hand and rubbed her temples, her eyes stinging with tears.

"...If only I hadn't gotten sick."

"I'll play with you anywhere, from the north to the south, until you get tired of it, I'm not afraid." Cheng Jia knew that the novelty of rich people wouldn't last long.

If he were healthy, he would be willing to play with Shi Qingci.

I'm fine with being left behind after five or ten years.

Consider it a dream come true for my youth.

But not now.

He feared that he would end up like his parents before they died, withered and weak in bed, his soul yearning to live, but his body like wild grass in the countryside in autumn, helplessly looking back at the eyes of his extremely reluctant relatives who were taking care of him at his bedside with two turbid tears in his eyes.

That was very painful; Cheng Jia had experienced it.

I don't want Shi Qingci to go through that again.

To put it bluntly, the thought of him lying in a hospital bed one day, with Shi Qingci sitting by his side like he was when he was 16, pleading again and again: 'Don't die, don't leave me...'

Cheng Jia wished he were dead right now.

Those who haven't experienced it don't know how desperate it is.

Humans are very vulnerable in the face of disease.

"Beep beep beep..." Cheng Jia's eyelashes were wet with tears. She wiped them away and went about her business, first calling Zhou Minghe back.

They were probably still asleep, Zhou Minghe didn't answer the phone.

Cheng Jia called the manager, Liu Huasheng, again, and Liu cleared his throat.

The other end answered: "Hello? Cheng Jia, is there something wrong that you didn't come to work today?"

"I'm sorry, Brother Liu, I drank too much with President Shi last night and forgot to ask for leave from you. I'm really sorry. Can I use a leave slip?" Cheng Jia naturally used Shi Qingci as a shield.

Because it will be very useful.

Sure enough, the manager on the other end stopped pursuing the matter after hearing that.

Liu Huasheng: "Oh, I knew it! Who doesn't have to entertain clients after signing so many deals? Just relax and rest. A few more days of rest won't hurt. Don't worry about taking leave, I'll arrange it for you."

"Thank you, Brother Liu. I really haven't been able to get by these past two days. I'll treat you to a meal when I get back."

Liu Huasheng: "No problem, no problem, you can rest assured."

"Okay, you go ahead and get back to work." Cheng Jia hung up the phone.

There are many unread messages in my WeChat.

Lin Baiyue, Tan Ying, and some of Jin He's old clients forgot he had resigned and sent him WeChat messages at night to book rooms. Among them was Sister Jasmine, who said she missed Cheng Jia and sent all sorts of mushy messages.

Cheng Jia only replied to Lin Baiyue and Tan Ying's WeChat messages.

Tan Ying's messages were several voice messages; once you opened them, you could tell she was drunk.

[Zhou Minghe is a damn bastard! Cheng Jia, I'm telling you, I'll slap him a few times one day. What kind of bullshit engagement is this? If he dares to force me to marry him, I'll kick him to death with my high heels... Cheng Jia, Cheng Jia...]

Cheng Jia couldn't hear what was said next, which was mumbled and unclear.

He replied with two sweat-wiping emojis.

Lin Baiyue's WeChat messages were asking Cheng Jia if he had woken up, whether he wanted him to come back and make lunch, and whether President Shi had left yet, as he wanted to come back to get two sets of clothes to change into.

Lin Baiyue: [Because from what Mr. Shi said, it seems he's going to stay? I didn't dare ask too much. I need to go back and get some clothes and a charger. Is that convenient?]

"......"

Cheng Jia's vision went black when she saw these messages!

This means that Lin Baiyue knew about Shi Qingci and him last night...

It was very awkward and uncomfortable.

Cheng Jia: [He can't possibly stay here. You should come back now. He's already left. Mr. Shi and I are just ordinary friends. He asked me to buy a house yesterday, and we had dinner together last night and drank too much. Nothing came of it.]

It took Lin Baiyue a full five minutes to reply after the WeChat message was sent.

Lin Baiyue: [You don't need to explain to me, I don't know anything, don't worry.]

"?" It seems there's no news.

Cheng Jia did not press Lin Baiyue to ask whether he believed her or not.

He called Shi Qingci directly: "...Don't come back. I'll have Lin Baiyue come back to cook. You go about your business and don't come here again, or I'll get angry."

Cheng Jia's tone was firm; she was determined.

He didn't want anyone to know about his relationship with Shi Qingci.

There's no need for a dying person to ruin Mr. Shi's reputation.

"Whatever you want," Shi Qingci didn't want to argue with Cheng Jia over such trivial matters. However, he glanced at the passenger seat, his eyes softening considerably. "I bought some medicine. I'll give it to you and then I'll leave. Otherwise, I won't leave."

They threatened each other.

They're haggling over this kind of thing.

Cheng Jia could only compromise: "Okay, then hurry up."

Don't let Lin Baiyue see you when she comes back.

"Five minutes." Shi Qingci vaguely sensed that Cheng Jia was worried about something, and smiled helplessly.

His relationship with Cheng Jia —

Lin Baiyue probably already knew.

Whether it was him holding the drunk Cheng Jia in the villa in the western suburbs, or him instructing Lin Baiyue to take care of Cheng Jia, even the dumbest person could see it, not to mention that the young singer looked innocent but was actually quite cunning.

Only Cheng Jia seems to be very smart.

In reality, he's so kind-hearted that he's almost foolish and simple-minded; in short, he's stubborn.

Intelligence fluctuates.

Stupid Cheng Jia.

"......"

"......"

"Click." The bedroom door was pushed open.

Shi Qingci carried a bowl of congee in her left hand and a large pharmacy paper bag in her right.

He was still wearing that dark purple casual outfit, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. He walked steadily towards the bedside, glancing at Cheng Jia's red marks on the back of her neck, feeling pleased.

"Let the porridge cool down a bit. I'll teach you how to use these ointments," Shi Qingci said.

Cheng Jia: "?"

There's no need for this kind of instruction.

No, no, no!