Shen Qing stopped in her tracks and scoffed, "I haven't forgotten! You warned me not to go into a man's room and not to take shortcuts! So it's not allowed for me to discuss business with Clark at a Western restaurant today?"
After saying that, he quickly walked into the room.
The door had just closed, but wasn't locked, when Cheng Zhiwen forcefully pushed it in from the outside.
He locked the door from the inside, and like a tall, angry beast, he approached her.
She looked at him with lingering fear, backing away instinctively, and took out her hairpin knife, holding it in front of her: "Don't come any closer!"
He looked at the ruby hairpin knife in her hand and chuckled: "Using the knife I gave you to stab me? You're really something!"
She then remembered that the hairpin knife was a gift from him, and angrily threw it on the bed: "Here, take it back! Who wants your things!"
He pressed on with a cold laugh: "Give it back to me? Then you might as well give me back that lotus hairpin knife from before too."
Shen Qing was taken aback: "That one is yours too?"
It was given to the original owner by him.
No wonder the original owner always treasured it and kept it together with other precious gold artifacts.
She felt that she was increasingly unable to understand Cheng Zhiwen.
He leaned against the wall and shook his head helplessly: "I really don't know what you're thinking! You gave her a hairpin, you kissed her at the Lantern Festival, you clearly like her, so why did you still abandon her?"
"kiss?"
He seemed taken aback, repeating the words again: "You mean I kissed her during the Lantern Festival?"
Shen Qing said angrily, "That's right! Before you went abroad to study, you clearly kissed her. Did you forget or are you planning to deny it to the death?"
Cheng Zhiwen shook her head: "I didn't, I never kissed her."
Shen Qing felt he was faking it, and became even angrier, pushing him away: "Fake! Just keep faking it!"
While he was distracted, she ran to the private deck of the first-class cabin, finally feeling a bit safer.
Cheng Zhiwen sneaked into her room last night while she was drunk, and she was terrified.
Even though it was just her forehead, if she hadn't woken up in time to push him away, he probably would have taken advantage of her drunkenness to do something.
She would never give him that chance again!
Leaning against the railing, looking at the boundless sea and feeling the sea breeze, Shen Qing's mind cleared up considerably, and the anger in his chest gradually subsided.
Clark's deal is off; we'll have to find a new trader. Hopefully, there are other traders on this ship. We'll try to find one later.
But why did that kiss during the Lantern Festival seem so strange?
In the original owner's memories, someone clearly kissed her that day. Although the upper half of the boy's face was covered by a mask, the lower half of his face was clearly Cheng Zhiwen.
Can a face be fake?
But why does Cheng Zhiwen refuse to admit it no matter what?
It's definitely because he's a jerk!
Shen Qing sighed, knowing that if he wouldn't even admit to a kiss, then he truly had never loved her...
Thinking back to their first meeting, Cheng Zhiwen thought she was the original owner of the body, and that harsh and disdainful look was something that couldn't be faked!
It seems she truly has never been in love.
Why……
Shen Qing felt sorry for the original owner of this body.
"Miss Chen, what a coincidence?"
Shen Qing snapped out of her daze and looked toward the source of the sound.
She was a friend who was with Cheng Zhiwen last night.
A short, thin, fair-skinned Chinese man wearing round glasses.
Shen Qing nodded to him: "Hello."
She wasn't very interested in getting to know this person, and after saying hello, she looked back at the sea.
The other person stood there watching the sea, showing no sign of leaving.
Shen Qing ignored him.
"My name is Li Chong. I am a colleague and good friend of Zhiwen in business."
Shen Qing said "Oh," thinking to herself: I don't even want to talk to Cheng Zhiwen, let alone his friend...
Seeing her cold and indifferent demeanor, Li Chong was not angry. Instead, he turned to face her.
With one hand resting on the railing and the other in his trouser pocket, he chuckled, "I also do trade. Although I mainly deal with the Asian route, I also know some colleagues who deal with the European route."
Asian routes?
Shen Qing's eyes lit up.
Isn't this the place she'll go after she's dealt with the European market?
If we can secure orders in the Asian market through this person, that would be great!
Although the volume may only be one-tenth or even less of the European market, there is still a profit!
Moreover, he also knew other European traders!
Thinking of this, Shen Qing turned around and smiled, "Hello Mr. Li, it's a pleasure to meet you. Do you do Asian trade? Which countries do you mainly deal with?"
Li Chong smiled and said, "It's mainly Japan and North Korea, with Japan having a larger market."
Shen Qing nodded and began, "Some parts of Japan are quite cold in winter, aren't they?"
Li Chong adjusted his glasses: "Yes, in some cities in northern Japan, winter temperatures often drop below zero."
Seeing that the groundwork had been laid and it was time to get to the point, Shen Qing quickly said, "I have some new fabric here that makes clothes, specially made for people in extremely cold regions. They're very warm. Would you be interested in seeing a sample?"
Li Chong smiled but didn't say anything.
The reflection from the glasses made it impossible for Shen Qing to see his expression clearly. Suddenly, she felt uneasy, sensing that Li Chong didn't want to do business with her.
After a moment of silence, he spoke again: "I know you didn't reach an agreement with Clark. I think you should find a European trader again. The Japanese market share is of no use to you."
Shen Qing looked back at the sea, his expression calm: "I know that Europe is my market, but I don't know any European traders."
Li Chong smiled slightly, adjusting his glasses. "There's another trader on this ship who deals with the European route. He'll be attending the tea party at 7 PM. It's worth mentioning that he's Chinese. I believe that working with a Chinese person would be more suitable for you. If you're interested, you can join me tonight."
This tea party was actually just a gathering of male first-class passengers to relieve boredom on the ship and to brag to each other.
Some people genuinely went there to drink tea and chat, while others intentionally sought to make business partners.
Shen Qing belongs to the latter category.
She followed Li Chong to the last room in first class. Once inside, she discovered that the room had no windows and the door was covered with thick soundproofing material.
It was so well-protected, as if to prevent eavesdropping from outsiders.
Shen Qing knew that this so-called "tea party" would involve some things she shouldn't know.
At best, it's the lewd affairs of men; at worst, it's a major undertaking involving planning and change.
Shen Qing didn't want to know which one it was.
She regretted coming to this place with Li Chong. She caught up with Li Chong and was about to say that she was not feeling well and had to go back first when she suddenly saw Cheng Zhiwen sitting in front of her.
He was sitting at a small round table with three other men, legs crossed, puffing on cigarettes.
Her bangs, which had been casually swept to one side, were now slicked back with a glossy sheen, revealing a slender, delicate face.
He held the cigar between his fingers, brought it to his lips, and took a deep drag, his cheeks hollowing out and his thick eyebrows furrowing deeply.
Shen Qing had never seen him so dejected and devilishly beautiful before...
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