"Mr. Shen..."
Jiang Shen blocked Shen Qing's path: "I'm afraid this is inappropriate. Mr. Cheng will not like you going to see Miss Zhu."
Shen Qing changed her shoes and said calmly, "I have business to ask him, not to fight over a girl. Don't worry, just take me with you."
"You can wait for Mr. Cheng to return; he will be back in a couple of days."
Shen Qing put on her shoes, paused for a few seconds, and said with restraint, "I need to give the client an answer by noon. I can't wait!"
After saying that, he pushed Jiang Shen aside, left the restaurant, and flagged down a horse-drawn carriage.
Jiang Shen had no choice but to get on the bus.
We arrived at a three-story detached house in Oxfordshire.
Shen Qing stepped forward and knocked on the door.
The door opened, and the maid asked, "Madam, who are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for Miss Zhu."
The maid went in to announce her arrival, and Miss Zhu quickly came out to greet her.
Her long, curly hair was loosely draped behind her, and she wore a bright red, fitted long nightgown, her full breasts faintly visible beneath the black lace.
His cheeks were flushed, as if he had just experienced a passionate sexual encounter.
She didn't recognize Shen Qing, but she recognized Jiang Shen, and asked in surprise, "Is something the matter?"
Jiang Shen glanced at Shen Qing: "Mr. Shen, you need to see Mr. Cheng."
Miss Zhu looked at Shen Qing again, scrutinized him for a moment, and asked, "Who are you? What do you want with Zhiwen?"
Shen Qing met her gaze calmly: "Is he inside?"
Ms. Zhu shook her head: "No, he left an hour ago."
Where did he go?
"I don't know."
"Sorry to bother you."
Shen Qing turned and got into the carriage, with Jiang Shen following behind.
She asked the driver to go back to the hotel, thinking that Cheng Zhiwen should have already gone back.
A horse-drawn carriage travels through an ancient garden.
Shen Qing stared blankly at the scenery rushing past the window, thinking of Miss Zhu's sexy appearance, and felt a pang of jealousy.
Although she kept telling herself that Cheng Zhiwen was a traitor and not worth being sad for, her emotions seemed to have no will to obey her.
Cheng Zhiwen had become too involved in her life, and her emotions had long since become accustomed to his presence.
In addition, deep in her mind, there was still the original owner's love and obsession with Cheng Zhiwen.
These factors will all affect her.
She had tried her best to control her complicated feelings for Cheng Zhiwen.
She believed that as long as she remained steadfast, she would eventually be able to remove Cheng Zhiwen from her world.
Shen Qing returned to the hotel, and Cheng Zhiwen was indeed back.
Sitting by the window, leisurely sipping coffee and reading the newspaper.
Shen Qing walked in with a dark expression, stood up to him, and asked, "Was the machine that had the agreement with Schmidt also brought on board?"
"Um."
Where are we now?
Cheng Zhiwen closed the newspaper and looked at her calmly: "The machine is in Germany now."
Upon hearing this, Shen Qing became anxious and sat down opposite him: "Why did you take the machine to Germany? What are we going to do now? I need to take it back with me when I return to China tomorrow!"
"Returning to China tomorrow? All the orders have been finalized?"
"right!"
Cheng Zhiwen smiled and said, "This is beyond my expectations."
Shen Qing immediately became angry and retorted, "If you think I can't get anything done in England, then why did you encourage me to come to England in the first place?"
She originally only wanted to find a comprador in Shanghai to sell the goods to Europe, and never intended to do it herself. It was Cheng Zhiwen who persuaded her to bypass the middlemen and do business with European clothing merchants herself.
She came foolishly, not expecting him to be pessimistic about her.
She grew angrier the more she thought about it, kicked a corner of the table hard, and got up to go back to her room.
Cheng Zhiwen put down the newspaper, got up and walked to the door.
“What I said before was – let’s come to England together. I didn’t encourage you to come to England alone.”
He leaned against the door and said calmly, "First of all, you didn't inform me that you were coming to England;
Secondly, I boarded the ship with you for your business, but you've turned around and threatened to kill me.
Finally, you didn't tell me who you wanted to discuss the order with. I wanted to help you, but there was nothing I could do.
For a Chinese woman like you to secure an order from the British is easier than climbing to heaven. My initial skepticism about your ability to do so was based on a reasonable assessment.”
"That's sophistry!"
Shen Qing didn't want to see him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she turned her face away and retorted, "I killed you because you're a traitor! Besides, are you sure your trip to England was for my business? Wasn't it for Miss Zhu?"
After saying that, he got up from the bed, pushed Cheng Zhiwen out, and slammed the door shut.
She didn't want to see him.
Seeing his face would halve her fighting spirit.
She asked him through the door, "I just want to ask you one question: when will the machine be able to return to China?"
"Three months later, ten Device Upgrade units will be shipped from Germany to Shanghai."
Ten upgraded units?
Shen Qing was overjoyed and immediately opened the door again, looking at Cheng Zhiwen: "You mean, in three months, I will be able to get ten spinning machines?"
"yes."
"Then... then Schmidt has no objections?"
"This machine has nothing to do with Schmidt."
Shen Qing asked, puzzled, "What's going on?"
Cheng Zhiwen stopped talking, staring intently at her, and approached her step by step, forcing her to retreat back to the bedside.
"I brought you such a wonderful gift, how will you repay me?"
Shen Qing was stunned for a moment and fell backward, but was quickly pinned down by him.
She stretched out her arms with difficulty, struggling to push away his body that kept pressing down on her: "Get away!"
Feeling something hard pressing against her, she screamed, "What's wrong with you? Can't Miss Zhu satisfy you?"
Having just left Miss Zhu's warm and fragrant embrace early in the morning, he still has the mind to seek pleasure with her now.
Shen Qing thought this person was truly driven by lust and had no morals whatsoever!
She struggled desperately, using her hands and feet to resist him. He probably felt disappointed and stopped, rolling off her.
He crossed his arm across his forehead, closed his eyes, and smiled, "Jiayue and I aren't in that kind of relationship. You've misunderstood."
Jia Yue is Miss Zhu.
"You don't need to explain these things to me, I don't care!"
Shen Qing jumped off the bed, straightened her dress, quickly changed her shoes, and went out.
She rushed to the laundry room, where Mr. Walker was already there, sitting behind the counter chatting with the owner.
Upon seeing her arrive, he stood up with a smile: "I thought you weren't coming."
Shen Qing rushed in and said, "Mr. Walker, I've calculated it carefully. I can give you 500,000 vests before Christmas this year. Can you give the remaining 500,000 to you next Easter?"
Walker exclaimed excitedly, "Oh! This is wonderful! I can give them to the elderly and children as Christmas gifts! Christmas is the most festive holiday in the church!"
Shen Qing smiled: "That's what I think too!"
Walker pulled a blank order form entirely in English from his briefcase and smiled, "How much deposit do I need to pay you first?"
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