Chapter 9 He suffers from autism.

"Jia-ge, are you leaving already?"

"Yes, I have something to do tonight, so I need to take the day off."

"What did Sister Jasmine say? She was looking for you everywhere just now... Ah, she's disappeared now."

"Don't worry about it, she's resting with her boyfriend in the guest room. I've already explained it to her."

"Oh, that's good."

"......"

After escaping from Shi Qingci's room.

Cheng Jia changed into spare clothes in the marketing lounge, grabbed her car keys, and left early. Tonight's reunion was unexpected, and it would take her several hours to process it.

A modified brown-red Chevrolet drove away from Jinhe Gate.

In the driver's seat, Cheng Jia held a cigarette between his fingers, letting it burn in the night wind most of the time, only occasionally taking a puff.

My mind is filled with that person from earlier.

Over the past five years, the young master, who was already rather cold, has had his remaining naivety and innocence worn away, leaving behind a sharp and indifferent demeanor.

Cheng Jia felt both unfamiliar with the situation and secretly relieved.

Fortunately, he didn't ruin the boy.

Fortunately, the boy was able to live a good life after he left.

And it has grown stronger and stronger.

Even though the person who used to hug him with blushing ears now only feels disgust when facing him, and is covered in ice that could freeze a person to death, Cheng Jia is still genuinely happy.

No one knows how many times I've dreamt of this in the dead of night over the years.

He was terrified that the trauma from the past would worsen the other person's psychological problems.

Having met him today, Cheng Jia felt much more at ease.

Shi Qingci appears to have a calm yet assertive aura.

There was nothing unusual.

On the way home, the night wind swept through the ginkgo trees on both sides of Jingang City, making the ginkgo leaves rustle. Cheng Jia stared at the traffic lights in a daze.

Thinking back to five years ago—

The way he looked when he first met Shi Qingci.

To be honest, it was quite unforgettable.

"......"

Five years ago, at the end of August, during the school enrollment season.

Xining Wells Business School.

“He has autism,” Shi Wanhai said to the boy in the passenger seat.

19-year-old Cheng Jia turned to look out the window: "Is that him?"

“Yes, it’s him,” Shi Wanhai said, dressed in a suit and tie, looking quite respectable. “My nephew has a strange personality and likes men. Ha, my silly older brother still spoils him like a baby. How can someone with a mental illness and who is also gay be qualified to take over the company?”

18-year-old Shi Qingci was walking towards the campus.

He was wearing a simple white T-shirt and light gray casual pants.

He wasn't dressed in glittering gold, unlike the wealthy people Cheng Jia saw in the KTV during junior high. Judging from his aloof and cold back view, it was hard to imagine that he was the only son of Xining's richest man.

Fair-skinned, slender, and tall; clean and refreshing.

Cheng Jia said nonchalantly, "Is he good at studying? I can't help with studying."

“It should be alright,” Shi Wanhai said, then glared at him. “Hey! Who asked you to help him study? I want you to entice him to do nothing but go to bars, drink, and play games. In short, you keep an eye on him for me.”

He touched the bank card with 200,000 yuan that he had just put in his pocket.

Cheng Jia, flamboyant and confident, said, "Uncle, you can rest assured that I can handle things."

"Hmph, I ran into you working part-time as a waiter at KTV, and you dared to steal cash from drunk customers. I knew you were something special, a real smooth operator. You're more than capable of messing with my nephew. You'd better do a good job, and you'll get your share of the benefits." Shi Wanhai's gaze swept over the passenger seat.

The boy had beautiful bone structure, like a poppy that had not yet bloomed.

She has a lively, active, and energetic personality.

He'll definitely be liked by his introverted and withdrawn nephew.

Shi Wanhai knew Qing porcelain all too well.

Brilliant as Cheng Jia.

A single, decisive blow!

On the first night of school, Cheng Jia moved into the boys' dormitory.

Weill Business School is a private, elite university. The dorm rooms are double rooms, spacious and bright, with two sets of furniture—a bunk bed and a desk underneath—placed opposite each other.

Between the two bed frames was a large double desk.

There is only one bathroom in the dormitory.

When Cheng Jia dragged her suitcase into the dormitory, the germaphobic boy was taking a shower in the bathroom.

"Click." The bathroom door opened.

Shi Qingci still had the towel on her head when she looked up and saw a blue-haired hoodlum sitting in the chair. The hoodlum wore a silver hoop earring in his left ear and was biting a blueberry-flavored ice cream. He had a sleazy look to him.

He had seen the bed name; his roommate's name was Cheng Jia.

"Hi," Cheng Jia said, biting into an ice cream bar with another unopened one beside her. "Do you want some ice cream? My name is Cheng Jia, what's yours?"

Shi Qingci pursed her lips: "Classmate, please clean the floor."

The ice cream melted too quickly and made the floor dirty.

The two lived together, but rarely spoke to each other.

Only when Cheng Jia cursed too loudly while playing games would the withdrawn boy repeatedly tolerate her before finally speaking up to dissuade her: "Keep your voice down."

"I'm fucking quiet!" Cheng Jia roared without even looking up.

Shi Qingci was stunned by the shout.

He has never been in contact with people of low character.

Cheng Jia realized what was happening and, suppressing her impatience, went over to apologize: "I'm sorry, did I scare you? Goodness, it won't scare you if I just pet your fur."

"...Don't touch my hair." Shi Qingci didn't have time to dodge.

After one or two times, I got used to it.

The night the military training ended.

Cheng Jia performed street dance at the bonfire party, winning amazing praise from the entire school.

After he finished dancing, he ran to Shi Qingci, who was sitting cross-legged. Suddenly, he took off his baseball cap, put it upside down on Shi Qingci's head, and then bent down, his smile unrestrained and enthusiastic.

"Roommate! I've been watching you rehearse for days, how about I treat you to dinner?"

Shi Qingci stared at him blankly.

He was wearing a baseball cap that still held Cheng Jia's warmth on his head.

The first physical contact occurred shortly after the end of military training.

After drinking an iced drink, Shi Qingci almost fainted due to a mango allergy. Cheng Jia found him in the dormitory with a flushed face, picked him up and ran towards the school clinic, running all the way.

The weather was hot, and the boy's back was even hotter.

Shi Qingci clung to Cheng Jia's shoulder, his nostrils filled with Cheng Jia's scent. He felt dizzy from the sun and thought Cheng Jia had a really good personality, and was very warm and gentle.

The two became good friends after that.

Cheng Jia would play games with Shi Qingci, eat at street food stalls, and teach Shi Qingci how to play cute female support characters. He would act as the jungler to protect the little princess.

Shi Qingci's reclusiveness was gradually cured by Cheng Jia.

He would even take Cheng Jia to the hospital to visit his seriously ill father.

How did the ambiguous relationship develop and eventually lead to a romantic one...?

"Beep—!"

On the way home from Jinhe.

Cheng Jia, who was driving a Chevrolet, was awakened by the sound of a passing horn.

He stopped reminiscing, his eyes slightly moist.

I raised my hand and rubbed it hard with my pinky finger.

Well...

Those two happy years healed more than just Shi Qingci.

Cheng Jia never imagined that he could go to university with his grades.

Being able to run on the university campus.

Being able to carry a sketchbook with Shi Qingci on field trips, and to play sports like sports cars, skiing, and surfing—things only the wealthy can do—it turns out that the fruits the rich eat are all big and sweet.

Shi Qingci always saved the sweetest fruit for him.

It all started because Cheng Jia had said, "Damn, I've never even seen this before. Do you eat it every day?"

Shi Qingci bought the rarest and most expensive fruits on the market.

The entire dormitory room was filled with food, all for Cheng Jia.

Leaving aside any emotional entanglements...

Cheng Jia was certain that Shi Qingci was his best friend.

And this former best friend was sending him a WeChat message.

[Mr. Shi: I ran into your guest. She said she misses you and asked me to convey her longing for you.]

Mr. Shi: Is it comfortable to have sex with a woman?

Mr. Shi: Cheng Jia, you're disgusting.

"......"

"?" Cheng Jia was stunned, the moisture in her eyes was completely dried by the night wind.

Which guest is it?