It was late at night, and Shen Qing tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
Stress-induced insomnia.
Although reservations have been made, whether we can successfully secure the orders is still a long way off.
Although she has been moving along the plan without deviating from it, she can't help but consider what to do if this fails.
She only has three months left to repay the 100,000 taels of silver. If the down jacket order falls through, where will she get the 100,000 taels?
Master Zhao will not give up the Gao family's house. When she has no money to pay off her debts, another fierce battle is inevitable.
She also wanted to help girls who could be sold abroad at any time.
How can I do these things without money...?
I'm under so much pressure, I can't sleep at all, and my mouth is so dry.
Shen Qing got up and went outside to get some water.
Upon opening the door, I saw that Cheng Zhiwen was still awake, slumped over the sofa.
I guess the wound is hurting again.
Shen Qing stood there watching for a while, then, unable to bear it any longer, stepped forward and asked softly, "Does your back hurt?"
He closed his eyes and nodded, a layer of sweat beading on his forehead.
Shen Qing sighed, sat down on the coffee table, and bent down to lift his shirt.
Although the stitches had been removed, there was still a sunken hole in the wound, and the surrounding area was red and swollen.
She went back to her room, took out some wound medicine, scooped out a little, and applied it around the wound.
Cheng Zhiwen groaned in pain.
Shen Qing whispered, "It's a little spicy, so bear with it."
While wiping, I gently massaged the surrounding red and swollen skin.
"Did you bump into something today? Why is it so red?"
"……No."
"That was probably caused by the weather in London. These kinds of sprains and fractures are very easy to flare up in rainy weather."
He rested his chin on his arm, closed his eyes, and chuckled: "Really? Does that mean I'll have to spend every rainy day of my life in pain?"
Remembering all the bad things he had done, Shen Qing couldn't resist teasing him, and deliberately said, "Yes! That's exactly right!"
"Then shouldn't you take responsibility?"
Shen Qing choked, realizing she had fallen into his trap. She became even angrier, pressing her finger down hard: "I wanted to kill you, and you want to take responsibility?"
She wasn't joking.
Once she's settled things here and returns to Shanghai, and Cheng Zhiwen is still committing treason, she'll definitely find a way to kill him!
Thinking of all this, she lost all interest in massaging Cheng Zhiwen's wound and bent down to unscrew the medicine cap.
The man suddenly raised his arm and pressed down on the back of her neck, forcing her to lean forward in front of him without any warning.
The two were inches apart, their noses touching, their breaths mingling.
He gazed at her intently, a deep desire swirling in his eyes.
His large, warm hand covered the back of her head, his gaze moving from her captivating almond-shaped eyes to her slightly upturned lips, restraining himself from kissing her.
He pressed his forehead against hers and said in a low voice, "What do you think I should do with you?"
As he spoke, his lips brushed against hers.
Shen Qing was startled and pushed him away.
He lost his balance and his back hit the edge of the coffee table, making him yell in pain.
Cheng Zhiwen burst into laughter, sat up, put his hands under her armpits, picked her up, and put her on his lap.
She wore a nightgown made of the finest light beige silk, with delicate cotton lace sewn along the edges. The silk was soft and clung to her skin, like a second skin covering her exquisite body.
In the dim light, she appeared to be completely naked, her round breasts prominently displayed, her slender waist barely a handful, straddling Cheng Zhiwen's waist with her legs spread apart.
The skirt was piled up in layers, rolled up to the waist.
Cheng Zhiwen gripped her waist with both hands, his breathing becoming heavier and more urgent, his eyes filled with intense desire, and he tilted his head back to kiss her lips.
"Mmm..." Shen Qing struggled, moving her head forcefully to prevent him from touching her lips, "Mmm...get away...get away..."
My hand instinctively reached for the hairpin, only to realize that I had taken both my hair and the hairpin off before going to sleep.
A huge sense of unease washed over her, and she used all her strength to push Cheng Zhiwen away.
Perhaps seeing how hard she was struggling and that she really didn't want it, he finally let go. She quickly slipped out of his embrace, rushed into the house, grabbed the hairpin and knife, and rushed out again.
Standing a few meters away from him, he threatened menacingly, "If you do that again, I'll kill you!"
He smiled, his thumb touching the corner of his lips, and looked up at her with a certainty in his eyes she had never seen before.
At that moment, she knew that her relationship with Cheng Zhiwen could never go back to what it was before.
Images of gunfire and devastation flashed before her eyes, frame by frame.
It was as if he was telling her—following him meant facing only mountains of knives and seas of fire.
Shen Qing didn't sleep well all night and didn't get up until noon the next day.
After getting dressed and taking the samples, I opened the door.
Cheng Zhiwen wore a white shirt and black trousers, with the top two buttons of the shirt undone. Her short hair was washed and was fluffy and natural, casually swept to one side.
He sat on the sofa drinking tea and reading the newspaper, a state that should have been leisurely and peaceful, but instead his brow was furrowed.
He hasn't left the room since he moved in, as if some danger awaits him outside.
Perhaps it was still those people on the ship who wanted to assassinate him.
Shen Qing didn't want to get involved in his affairs, so she put on her shoes and went straight out the door.
She had an appointment with a clothing company near Hyde Park this afternoon.
She wasn't very confident at first, but after her confrontation with Clark on the ship, she felt like she had figured out what these traders were good at.
Benefit.
They will be tempted if given enough benefits.
Down jackets are not expensive to manufacture, and the raw materials are either free or cheap, so she can offer traders the biggest discounts.
Shen Qing believed that down jackets were a perfect product for opening up the European market.
“Hello, ma’am,” the secretary said quietly, “this is Mr. Jeter, our company’s marketing representative.”
Shen Qing snapped out of his daze, instinctively stood up, and bowed to the bearded man standing opposite him: "Good afternoon, Mr. Jeter."
"Hello ma'am, I heard you have a new product you'd like to show me?"
He didn't even sit down, and spoke very quickly. Shen Qing knew that this person had little patience and didn't think he could bring anything good, so he was just going through the motions.
Shen Qing then abandoned his formalities, quickly took out a sample that fit his size from the bag, unfolded it, and handed it over.
The man took it and, as was his habit, first touched the fabric of the garment.
Feeling its soft, fluffy texture, he was a little surprised and looked up at Shen Qing: "Madam, what kind of material is this?"
Shen Qing took out two more pieces of cloth from the bag and handed them to the other person.
"The coffee-colored fabric is made from the finest Chinese silk; while the yellow fabric is woven from a plant essence that has been refined over thousands of years, and its components are very beneficial to human health!"
As she spoke, she took out a matchbox, lit half a strip of cloth, extinguished the fire, and handed the remaining half of the cloth, still covered with congealed material, to Jett.
"Smell it."
Jett frowned, took it, and smelled it with some skepticism.
The natural pine scent filled his nostrils, bringing him immense comfort. He immediately relaxed his brow and looked at Shen Qing with surprise.
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