Chapter 30 Stray Dogs
The night was deep blue, with the sky faintly turning a pale white.
"Hello?" Lin Baiyue, sitting in her car, called Boss Zhou, her heart pounding, and whispered, "...Boss, Manager Cheng... he went inside, no, he was being dragged away by President Shi..."
Zhou Minghe: "Why are you stuttering? What did President Shi say?"
“They didn’t say much, barely more than two words,” Lin Baiyue swallowed, turning to look into the villa. “President Shi wasn’t injured, he didn’t go to the hospital, and I’m still at the villa entrance, but Brother Jia… he hasn’t come out. It seems like President Shi forcibly kept him here. What do you think I…?”
Lin Baiyue didn't know whether it was time to leave.
We should wait a little longer.
Honestly, he couldn't just leave his drunk colleague to the client like that.
Although Lin Baiyue harbored the intention of seeking sponsorship from Shi Zong.
But this does not conflict with protecting Cheng Jia.
Besides, Cheng Jia had also protected him.
Like that time with Sister Jasmine.
"......"
Was he forcibly kept here by Mr. Shi?
Zhou Minghe paused for two seconds and quickly figured it out: "Oh! Cheng Jia drank quite a bit tonight, right? I guess President Shi saw that he was drunk and let him stay. They're old classmates, so you don't need to worry about it. Did President Shi tell you to leave?"
"He did tell me to leave. But he dragged... uh, he dragged Manager Cheng in." Lin Baiyue's eyes showed confusion because the boss said they were old classmates.
So, is it true that an old classmate warmly invites you to stay overnight?
Cheng Jia seemed to be very resistant to President Shi.
Mr. Shi's actions were also a bit strange; he forcibly dragged the person into the house.
Lin Baiyue's face grew increasingly grim, his mind filled with the shock of that forced violence. He repeatedly tried to recall if Cheng Jia had asked him for help.
Is Cheng Jia waiting for him to save him?
Zhou Minghe pondered, "If that's the case, then President Shi is willing to let Cheng Jia stay there, so he must not be angry anymore... Okay! If he's not angry, then you can go home and sleep."
“I’m going home? But shouldn’t we be dealing with Manager Cheng?” Lin Baiyue hesitated, unsure how to voice her suspicion. “He’s had too much to drink, boss.”
Drink until you're completely powerless to resist.
Cheng Jia is a straight man.
Zhou Minghe got annoyed: "Why are you making such a fuss! I told you he's an old classmate, it's perfectly normal for him to stay overnight, what's the big deal?"
"......"
no!
It didn't feel like staying overnight.
Lin Baiyue gripped the steering wheel with her fingertips, hesitating for a long time: "I'll wait a little longer. If Manager Cheng doesn't come out, I'll go home."
Or see if Cheng Jia calls him.
Should we climb over the fence and peek through the window?
In short, it needs to be addressed.
"Come on! Do you think I can't see through your little schemes?" Zhou Minghe bluntly exposed the down-on-his-luck singer. "Wanting to climb the social ladder is human nature. I won't stop you if you have higher aspirations, but I'm warning you to stop doing unnecessary things. If you annoy my dad's distinguished guests, I'll make sure you can't leave Jingang for the rest of your life."
Lin Baiyue: "!"
We cannot do without Jingang.
This almost ruined his future.
Lin Baiyue, disregarding the need to save Cheng Jia, hastily apologized, "I'm sorry, President Zhou, I was too..."
"Let me be blunt! Lin Baiyue, look at your own qualifications. You're not particularly good-looking, your dancing is just average, and your voice is alright. You still dream of becoming a star? If you had any other talent, I would be happy to promote you without having to step in. The problem is, you're not cut out for it, understand?" Zhou Minghe said bluntly and cruelly. "Everyone has their own destiny, just accept it."
I did quite well in the talent show three years ago.
However, he performed poorly on the day of the final and had to leave the stage.
It's very difficult for someone with this kind of foundation to make a comeback.
Zhou Minghe's words were quite realistic, telling Lin Baiyue to stop dreaming of becoming a star.
Lin Baiyue, who is usually soft-spoken and good-tempered, suddenly had tears welling up in her eyes.
"I don't believe it! I'm still young, I'll definitely have a chance."
“Who the hell cares about you? I only have one request: you leave President Shi’s villa right now,” Zhou Minghe ordered. “You don’t need to worry about Cheng Jia. He won’t get into any trouble. Just mind your own business.”
"......"
As dawn breaks, a cool morning breeze blows.
The dark red Chevrolet supercar stayed for ten minutes.
We drove away from the villa in the morning breeze.
Lin Baiyue is gone.
*
Inside the villa.
When the air conditioner is used to heat the blanket, the porcelain is opened.
The hot air quickly filled the living room, where the two were sitting near the sofa.
Cheng Jia leaned back on the sofa, hugging a cushion in his arms, when he felt his collar being tugged twice. He tried to open his eyes to see who it was: "Who are you?"
"Do you recognize me?" Shi Qingci asked him, standing there.
Cheng Jia squinted, dazzled by the crystal chandelier: "...Shi Qingci."
After the temperature returned to normal, her cheeks flushed.
Cheng Jia then added, "...I'm sorry, don't be angry."
I feel dizzy and my stomach is growling with hunger.
I don't know how I ended up lying on the sofa.
Hey, what just happened?
Cheng Jia struggled to get up: "I can't lie on the sofa, this is your home."
On the carpet next to them, a cell phone covered in a butter bear case was ringing. It was Cheng Jia's phone, and there was a WeChat message.
“My phone…” He knelt down on the carpet and reached for it.
Shi Qingci lightly kicked his butt with her slipper-clad foot.
"Hey, do you want some hot water?"
"Phone." Cheng Jia couldn't hear her, so she laid her arms flat on the coffee table, tilting her head to try and check the message, but after poking around for a while, she couldn't tell the front from the back of the phone, and she didn't know where the fingerprint unlock was.
A drunkard was sprawled on the coffee table, examining a broken cell phone.
"I'm asking you, do you want some water?" Shi Qingci looked down at him, her brows slightly furrowed.
This man couldn't even sit up straight; he was kneeling on the carpet, completely drunk.
I impulsively dragged someone in just now.
What do we do now?
"......"
Cheng Jia finally managed to unlock the lock, without even raising her head.
"Shi Qingci, I'm going home."
"Where do you have a home? That shabby rented place?" Shi Qingci sneered, then turned to the open bar to pour herself some water.
Cheng Jia frowned suddenly, a wicked thought rising in his mind.
"So what if you're rich! My house isn't dilapidated! How can I not have a home!"
Startled by the shout, Shi Qingci turned around, holding the glass, and said, "If you dare to shout like that again, I'll throw you out."
“I don’t need you to throw me away,” Cheng Jia snorted, swaying unsteadily as she got up. “I don’t want to be here. I don’t need you. I’ll leave by myself.”
"Where are you going?" Shi Qingci filled a glass with half a cup of warm water and quickly returned to the sofa.
He reached out and grabbed Cheng Jia's hoodie by the chest: "Who cares about you when you're this drunk? You have no parents, no relatives, even if you die on the roadside, no one might care."
"You are not allowed to go home. You have no home."
"You'll be sleeping here tonight."
"......"
They won't let us go home; we have no home.
Cheng Jia lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.
“Actually, that’s not what I meant. No one will take care of you if you go back,” Shi Qingci softened her tone and explained. “I’m the only one who’s willing to take you in. Besides, you look like a stray dog standing outside the door.”
It was so tragic that even Shi Qingci couldn't bear to look at it.
"...Thank you, thank you so much," Cheng Jia said in a trembling voice, taking two steps back.
He bent down deeply.
He bowed to Shi Qingci.
"......"
Has he learned his lesson or simply understood?
Shi Qingci was speechless for a moment, then sighed, "You don't need to be so polite."
"—I'll run you over!" Cheng Jia, still bowing, charged forward!
Because this person called him a stray dog.
Shi Qingci: "?!"
Well.
Caught off guard, he was struck squarely in the abdomen by Cheng Jia's Iron Head Technique!
A sudden, dull pain shot through my stomach, and the water glass in my hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
"Cheng Jia, are you crazy!" Shi Qingci grabbed the dog's head and pushed it aside.
Cheng Jia reeked of alcohol, his head slamming against Shi Qingci's belly as he rammed forward, gritting his teeth as he said, "I! Want! To! Go! Home!"
"Calm down!" Shi Qingci hurriedly hugged the person.
But little did he know—
Cheng Jia has been too subservient and repressed for the sake of making a living. When he is sober, he can control his rebellious nature, but right now, he will riot if anyone provokes him.
Those who have worked at Kim Hyuk for a long time know this.
Don't mess with Cheng Jia when he's drunk; he's been detained five or six times for fighting.
But actually, Cheng Jia wouldn't act recklessly when drunk.
After getting drunk, all he wanted to do was go home.
This is because he subconsciously knows that he can't sleep outside, so when he's drunk and someone tries to stop him from going home, he gets angry and hits them, causing a huge scene.
Shi Qingci's words touched a raw nerve.
Cheng Jia was most angry when people said he had no home and wouldn't let him go home.
And so, a fight broke out.
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