Chapter 67 You Missed Me
Shi Qingci, biting on an iced Americano straw, looked up at Cheng Jia.
"Sit down and let's talk?" he said to Cheng Jia.
Standing behind the sofa was Mr. Shi's assistant, Tony Ding.
Tony Ding's golden curls were fluffy in the sunlight, shaking as he handed Cheng Jia a hot latte.
Tony: "Mr. Cheng, Mr. Shi said you don't like iced Americano, so I changed it to a warm latte with half sugar and milk. If the taste is not to your liking, please let me know."
Next time, I can buy coffee that suits Cheng Jia's taste.
“...Thank you,” Cheng Jia took it, but sensed something was wrong. “Usually, we’re the ones who prepare coffee for customers when they come to the sales office.”
Tony: "Ah, Shi never drinks instant coffee."
"......"
Oh, okay.
Cheng Jia placed the printed materials on the coffee table.
Holding a hot coffee, I sat not far from Shi Qingci.
There's enough room for two cushions between them.
"It's clear that Manager Cheng is very professional working here." Shi Qingci spoke first, his tone indifferent, though he had bitten the straw flat.
He looked at Cheng Jia's face while speaking and got straight to the point about his needs.
"I need three single-level apartments. I'll pay a deposit but not transfer the ownership yet. I'll give them to the employees as year-end bonuses."
“I want to buy another townhouse. Zhou Minghe’s house in the western suburbs is far from my company, and commuting is too time-consuming. I want to move to Fuhua Garden.”
Cheng Jia: "......"
Mr. Zhou had only lived in the villa for less than four months.
Are we moving houses now?
Do you give employees houses as a year-end bonus?
Most of Shengjing Group's employees are from the provincial capital, so why would they want Jingang's real estate?
Originally, the goal was to achieve good sales figures, but Cheng Jia was frugal by nature.
This obviously unnecessary expense made him frown.
I couldn't help but want to stop President Shi.
Cheng Jia looked up at Manager Liu behind the bar and whispered to Shi Qingci, "...It's not a good development. Do you really need it?"
"You want to save me money?" Shi Qingci's eyelashes looked thick in the sunlight.
He smiled faintly and looked into Cheng Jia's eyes.
Cheng Jia's injury had long since healed. Her peach blossom eyes had pinkish hues in the sunlight, and the blood vessels in her thin eyelids were faintly visible. At 24 years old, her face still looked very youthful.
She was born that way; she's good-looking.
Cheng Jia, feeling his gaze, retorted, "I don't mind. I know you're wealthy, Mr. Shi, so go ahead and buy it. Just don't ask me for a refund."
I almost forgot, there was plenty of money in the Qing Dynasty.
Even if he scatters it randomly on the street, it has nothing to do with him.
Cheng Jia bent down to disassemble the latte straw.
This should be drunk while it's hot.
"Do you want it? I'll give you a set," Shi Qingci said, knowing Cheng Jia would refuse as soon as she asked, so she added, "It's just for you to live there for me for a few years, but I won't transfer the ownership."
Cheng Jia casually replied, "That's unnecessary. Why would I move in if I didn't have a household registration?"
I saw him before, and he would either hit or scold me.
Why are you suddenly offering him a house?
Cheng Jia suspected there was a trap involved.
“Transferring the property is fine too. I promised you five years ago that I would buy you a house in Jingang,” Shi Qingci remembered what they said when they were dating. “I’m a man of my word. Do you want it?”
Cheng Jia was taken aback and turned to look at Tony.
But the space behind the sofa was empty; Tony Ding had already left.
There was only the white sofa and the two of them nearby.
Cheng Jia took two sips of her hot latte and gave Shi Qingci a strange look: "...You're acting strange today."
“What’s strange about that?” Shi Qingci put down her iced Americano, picked up the color-printed floor plan on the table and glanced at it casually. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Cheng Jia swallowing his Adam’s apple as he drank his coffee.
Cheng Jia said, "It's like he suddenly stopped hating me."
"......"
That's the feeling.
After their reunion, every time Shi Qingci saw him, her eyes were either indifferent or sarcastic.
I don't know if it's because the sun is shining so brightly today.
Shi Qingci looked at him differently now.
Cheng Jia felt flustered from being stared at. He left the office prepared to be humiliated, but his preparations were useless. Shi Qingci even had her assistant buy him a latte.
This freshly ground cup is quite expensive, probably close to a hundred?
Cheng Jia has never bought it before and doesn't know the price.
The Starbucks he bought for Sister Jasmine only cost a little over sixty yuan...
I got distracted.
“It’s not that I don’t hate you, it’s just,” Shi Qingci didn’t know how to say it, her gaze falling on the photo album, “I’ve had enough revenge, it’s over, it’s time to start over.”
Cheng Jia was taken aback: "Start a new round of retaliation?"
"Tsk." Shi Qingci tapped Cheng Jia's forehead with her knuckles, the movement natural. "Starting contact again, not revenge."
"!"?
Cheng Jia was startled again by the knock.
That move is just too much...
"I don't like men," Cheng Jia reminded the man in a low voice.
Actually, I still want to distance myself from this person.
Cheng Jia felt that she shouldn't get entangled with it any longer.
I don't want to associate with Shi Qingci.
Shi Qingci curled her lips, finding it amusing: "Did I ever say I liked you?"
He hasn't done anything yet; Cheng Jia is overthinking things.
Cheng Jia also harbors ulterior motives towards him.
The porcelain from the Qing Dynasty has been identified.
"Then what do you mean by 'reconnecting'?" Cheng Jia asked suspiciously.
Shi Qingci straightened her face and said, "I am the customer now, so please focus on your work, Manager Cheng."
“.....Oh.” Cheng Jia put the coffee she had taken a few sips of on the glass coffee table and began to introduce the apartment layout and location to President Shi.
The single-level apartments awarded to employees are all common apartment layouts.
You don't need to put much effort into choosing.
But if Shi Qingci wanted to live in a townhouse, Cheng Jia would have to give him a detailed introduction.
"This location is in Zone A, a prime area. It's a two-and-a-half-story unit. Because of its excellent location, convenient access, and lake view, the price is a bit high. You might want to reconsider."
For the same price in Xicheng, you could buy a place that's 50 square meters bigger.
The West City area is more cost-effective.
Buying here is throwing money away.
"......"
Shi Qingci took a zebra-print cushion, sat closer to Cheng Jia, and whispered to Cheng Jia, "Do you usually sell to other customers like this?"
"What?" Cheng Jia leaned back slightly.
As they got closer, the scent of Shi Qingci's perfume wafted over.
It still smells like familiar fir wood.
Shi Qingci lowered her voice: "You just said that the houses here are priced too high, and you asked me to think about it."
How can a salesperson sell a house if they talk like that?
“...I,” Cheng Jia lowered his head, frowning in annoyance. He felt that this was a way of swindling Shi Qingci’s money. “...I won’t tell others, I’m just reminding you that it’s unnecessary.”
Cheng Jia has confirmed that this person's naive and rich personality is confirmed.
Stereotypes are hard to change.
Cheng Jia spoke very quietly, making her point clear: "Actually, you can buy in the West District. For the same price, you can get 50 square meters more space. Fuhua Garden is about the same distance from your company as the West District."
He couldn't bring himself to cheat Shi Qingci to boost his sales figures.
Performance figures are not important.
"?" A glint of light flashed in Shi Qingci's eyes.
He suddenly put down the photo album and looked at the person wearing a vest beside him.
“You know my company’s address, Cheng Jia.”
The new office building was registered and the formalities were completed less than three days ago.
I've never posted on WeChat Moments, and I don't even know Lin Baiyue's location.
Shi Qingci hadn't told Zhou Minghe either.
How did Cheng Jia find out?
Unless Cheng Jia checks the legal representative's information on the corporate website and enters Shi Qingci's name and ID number, he won't be able to see the registered addresses of all the companies under his name.
They hadn't been in contact for over half a month.
Cheng Jia secretly checked his location.
Is that so?
"......"
"......"
"Cheng Jia, do you miss me?" Shi Qingci asked uncertainly.
Otherwise, why would they check the location of his new company?
Cheng Jia: "!!!!!!"
Damn, how is he supposed to explain this?
Yes, I did check.
Help!
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