Chapter 80 I Miss You So Much

"No need!" Cheng Jia pressed the blanket tightly. "I can read the instructions."

Shi Qingci stood by the bed looking at Cheng Jia, then simply sat down, tore open the paper bag containing the ointment, and poured out several medicine boxes: "This ointment is for internal use. If you have a stomachache, take these capsules, two at a time. This powder is for headaches and fever."

"...Why did you buy this?" Cheng Jia asked, noticing a small, dark blue square box.

Ultra-thin and imperceptible.

Larger particles enhance the refreshing sensation.

Shi Qingci didn't explain, quickly stuffed the dark blue square box into the bedside table, and turned to look at Cheng Jia: "Do you want to wash up? I'll help you."

I bought it so I could use it later.

No explanation needed.

"......"

Suffocating, embarrassing.

No matter how close the two people are.

In short, Cheng Jia was still in an awkward situation!

"Go quickly," Cheng Jia said, trying to reassure Shi Qingci, worried that Lin Baiyue would return. "I'll treat you to dinner in a couple of days. I'll make an appointment with you."

Shi Qingci knew this was a way to get rid of him.

Because Cheng Jia's embarrassment and impatience were written all over her face.

Shi Qingci felt an unbearable ache in his heart. He couldn't understand why he had to suffer such injustice, but the person in front of him was Cheng Jia, which meant he had to endure this injustice.

Most importantly, he was pursuing Cheng Jia.

Pursuing someone requires patience.

Shi Qingci stacked the medicine boxes one by one on the bedside table before speaking.

"Okay, I'll wait for you to ask me out. I'll wait for you forever."

If you don't make an appointment, I'll come find you.

Anyway, he won't give up.

“...Why are you pretending to be pitiful?” Cheng Jia turned his head away, not looking into Shi Qingci’s eyes. He could hear the sorrow and pain in Shi Qingci’s tone just now. “I’m the one who’s feeling bad right now, okay?”

He's lying here unable to move.

The Qing dynasty porcelain was even wronged.

"You'll miss me, right? If you do, call me. Starting today, I won't silence my phone." As Shi Qingci spoke, she couldn't resist leaning down and kissing Cheng Jia behind the ear.

Because Cheng Jia was lying down, she turned her head to the other side.

He could only kiss up to this position.

I can't even reach the side profile.

Cheng Jia is really good at being cautious.

A warm kiss landed behind my ear, and my ear instantly felt like it was on fire.

Cheng Jia said impatiently, "Let's go."

"Oh," Shi Qingci replied verbally, but remained seated.

It's hard to describe his reluctance to leave.

I don't want to be separated from Cheng Jia, especially since Cheng Jia is not feeling well and can only lie down.

He really wanted to be there to take care of him.

I want to know every minute whether Cheng Jia is doing well or not.

Shi Qingci was distressed: "...Do you really want me to leave? Why can't you let Lin Baiyue leave? I want to live with you."

"Don't," Cheng Jia had never experienced such sticky emotions before, and goosebumps were rising on her skin. "How can you leave? What are you reluctant to part with?"

“You,” Shi Qingci said.

There were reasons why ancient emperors did not hold morning court sessions.

Even if he were a monarch, it would be difficult for him to hold court early in the morning.

Cheng Jia lay on her stomach, the blankets warm and cozy.

Shi Qingci also wanted to lie in bed.

"......"

Cheng Jia finally agreed to make a phone call to Shi Qingci.

The phone call wasn't ended until Shi Qingci insisted that it had to be ended. This kind of behavior is absurd, disgusting, and gives me goosebumps.

Cheng Jia agreed before leaving.

Three minutes later, Shi Qingci arrived at the parking lot downstairs.

He pointed to his phone and said, "The porridge is ready."

"It's still hot, what's the rush?" Cheng Jia was brushing her teeth in the bathroom, her phone next to the mirror cabinet, wearing a light blue set of home pajamas.

Shi Qingci pulled open the car door: "...I saw a few men standing in the corner, it looked like they were taking pictures of me."

"?" Cheng Jia paused in brushing her teeth. "Is it dangerous? Get in the car quickly."

Shi Qingci: "It should be fine, probably just a gossip reporter."

"Get in the car first!" Cheng Jia urged him, then hesitated before speaking into the phone, "If we meet alone in the future, I'll come to you. Don't come out anymore."

In case reporters capture them entering and leaving together, or other slightly intimate scenes.

This will likely affect the reputation of Qing dynasty porcelain.

Moreover, Cheng Jia heard that some entertainment reporters are quite perverted.

They would rent the house across the street and set up binoculars to secretly take photos.

Shi Qingci chuckled softly in the car: "Are you worried about me?"

"No, I'm worried about my reputation." Cheng Jia continued brushing her teeth only after hearing the car start. "Can you be a little more careful in the future? You're a person of status, after all."

Shi Qingci didn't care: "As long as you agree, I'll hold a city-wide wedding with you. We'll have a wedding car take you from Jingang to Xining, make lots of pink balloons with your photos printed on them... How about we take wedding photos? We'll both wear suits, we should look very handsome."

"..." Cheng Jia gradually fell silent.

Shi Qingci: "Actually, I didn't sleep much last night. I thought about it all night. If you like living in Jingang, I'll be stationed there to work. I'll have Tony keep an eye on things in Xining for me."

“I will try my best to spend time at home with you. I will definitely not be like my dad, who left my mom and me in the villa and ignored us.”

“You can come to the company with me. I don’t trust you to do any work. Why not be my assistant and stay by my side? I’ll transfer half of the company’s shares to you.”

"I want to travel the world with you."

"We'll have a home soon, won't we?"

Are you happy or not?

"Cheng Jia?"

Shi Qingci talked for a long time about the plan.

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

"......"

A drop of clear water that is also warm.

It fell from a great height and crashed into the pure white washbasin.

Cheng Jia clearly felt the stomach pain, as if the pain was telling him that the cancer cells in his body were expanding and that he would wither and die, and that he wouldn't live much longer.

The future that Shi Qingci described to him was too beautiful.

Cheng Jia longed for it, but could not go there.

He clutched his stomach with one hand, wiped his face with a tissue, picked up his phone, and walked back to the bedside: "It's nothing, I was just washing my face."

"...You're not listening to me again." Shi Qingci was a little angry.

But he quickly stopped being angry.

Shi Qingci laughed: "No wonder married people say that quarrels in bed are resolved in bed. When I think about how intimate we were last night, it's hard for me to lose my temper with you again. Cheng Jia, do you know that I was very confused before? I felt that you didn't like me."

"But I'm also certain that I'll be with you for the rest of my life."

"...After I woke up today, you also told me to leave, but I suddenly felt less panicked. It was as if all the noise had disappeared. I knew that I was determined to stick with you, and you couldn't possibly be so heartless as to dump me again."

Shi Qingci chatted with Cheng Jia.

Drive back to the villa in the western suburbs.

"Just because we slept together once, are you so sure I'll only sleep with you?" Cheng Jia sat cross-legged on the bed, drinking porridge, stirring it with her spoon, tears falling one by one.

His tears fell silently.

But it hurts a lot.

Shi Qingci said, "I'm sure. The fact that you're willing to sleep with me means you love me to death."

Another man came and tried to pin Cheng Jia down.

Cheng Jia would never allow it, even if it meant death.

But he took the initiative to let Shi Qingci be on top.

Shi Qingci knew that Cheng Jia had him in her heart 100%.

Because Cheng Jia is the kind of person who's willing to go to extremes.

Cheng Jia is just being stubborn.

Perhaps you're embarrassed?

Shi Qingci concluded: "You always say you don't like me, but you can't tell whether you like someone by listening to their ears, you have to look with your eyes. You always wear the white dove ring, you take off your clothes on stage, you come to the villa to do housework, you are impatient but let me do whatever I want, on the day you took off your shoes, you subconsciously raised your hand to cover my eyes... and last night, you took the initiative to kiss me."

"I don't believe you when you say you don't like me."

So no matter how Cheng Jia tried to drive him away.

Shi Qingci knew that Cheng Jia was thinking of him.

He would also think of Cheng Jia in his heart.

This is what bonds are.

"Why did you suddenly think of these things?" Cheng Jia was puzzled.

What I want to ask is, how did you suddenly understand it?

Wasn't it invisible before?

"......"

Shi Qingci remained silent for a few seconds before replying.

"After you fell asleep, you snuggled into my arms and smelled my scent. You hugged me and called my name."

"Tell me, I miss you so much."

Cheng Jia said she missed Qing porcelain.

I said it last night.

It couldn't have been that she was thinking of Qingci in that one minute.

Rather, it was during the five years they were apart that Cheng Jia thought of Shi Qingci.

The thought of wearing the white dove ring every day, a reminder of someone I love, comes to mind.

Cheng Jia is just stubborn.

He absolutely loves Qing dynasty porcelain.

The excuses he used—feeling guilty and wanting to make amends, which led to his forbearance and retaliation—were all just pretexts for wanting to see Shi Qingci more often after their reunion. He missed Shi Qingci more than anyone else.

He misses the only person who ever gave him warmth after his parents left.

They have always been there for each other.

Even if you get separated, you'll still miss each other.

No one can easily extricate themselves from this situation.

Cheng Jiaxiang thought of Qing porcelain.

“In these five years, I have often thought of you, just like you, Cheng Jia,” Shi Qingci said.

He needed to respond while Cheng Jia was awake.

We need to make sure Cheng Jia can hear us.

"......"

"......"