Chapter 63 He Doesn't Like Cheng Jia
"......"
One o'clock in the morning.
Five men were standing in the not-so-spacious bedroom.
Two of them were doctors, examining the person lying unconscious on the bed under the watchful eyes of Lin Baiyue and Shi Qingci.
Collect nails, hair, and blood; examine the skin of the mouth, limbs, chest, and abdomen.
After falling asleep, Cheng Jia was covered in injuries and stripped down to only her underwear.
Like a wooden puppet that can be manipulated at will.
Nearby, assistant Tony was holding a camera, recording the entire process to document the doctor's collection of samples and prove that they had not done anything to harm Cheng Jia.
Shi Qingci and Lin Baiyue stood behind the door.
Cheng Jia, who was lying on the bed, was mostly blocked by two doctors. From their perspective, they could only see Cheng Jia's bare feet and calves. The doctors' instinctive reaction was to shield Cheng Jia and protect the patient's privacy.
Although everyone present was male.
That needs to be protected too.
"...They're just checking, right? Are they done yet?" Lin Baiyue asked in a very low voice, her forehead covered in cold sweat, her eyes fixed on the doctor's work.
To prevent them from making any unnecessary moves against Cheng Jia.
Shi Qingci said impatiently, "You can rest assured about my people. I can't wait for you to leave."
He never wanted the singer to stay in the first place.
But Lin Baiyue seemed very wary of them. Even though she knew in advance that it was just an examination of injuries and treatment, she insisted on standing there and watching, as if Shi Qingci was some kind of bad person.
Is this necessary?
Shi Qingci would not harm Cheng Jia.
"..." Lin Baiyue, fearing the powerful, dared not ask any more questions.
Watching the doctor use tools to pry open Cheng Jia's mouth, spray the tooth sockets with rinsing spray a few times, wipe Cheng Jia's gums with sterile cotton balls, and place something in the tooth sockets.
Lin Baiyue tensed up instantly: "Doctor! What did you put in his mouth?"
"Oh, it's an anti-inflammatory gel that isolates bacteria. It will melt in about two to three hours," the doctor explained to him when he had a moment. "It protects the gums and promotes blood clotting. When he wakes up, you should remind him not to lick the dentition, as it will affect healing."
It's clear that the patient seems to have licked their gums.
The blood clot didn't clot well.
Lin Baiyue nodded: "I understand."
Both doctors look professional.
This will ease Lin Baiyue's guilt a little.
He shouldn't have agreed to these people's offer; it was too risky. But he really wanted to release an album.
They could only confirm again and again that they would not harm Cheng Jia.
The phone, which had been set with an alarm button, was held in Lin Baiyue's palm.
He planned to call the police if things went wrong.
Everything appears to be normal so far.
but--
That's very strange.
After Shi Zong sent people to beat Cheng Jia, he asked Cheng Jia downstairs to help him drug him.
They said they would bring a doctor up to examine and treat Cheng Jia...
They also said they would guarantee not to harm Cheng Jia.
Why?
Wasn't it President Shi who hit Cheng Jia?
Lin Baiyue became increasingly puzzled as she looked at the document.
"The abdominal injury is not serious, it's just a common fist and foot injury, and the bridge of the nose can recover on its own," another doctor said.
After checking, they pulled off Cheng Jia's pajamas.
The doctor continued, "We reapplied the dressing to his knee abrasion, changing it every two days. It should heal in about six days. Try to avoid getting it wet."
Cheng Jia was tackled by bodyguards behind the bar entrance.
My knee scraped hard on the carpet, resulting in a rather serious abrasion.
This is why he kept staggering that night.
Because my knee hurts.
"Mr. Shi," the doctor, who had just finished disinfecting Cheng Jia's gums, turned around and asked for instructions, "I need to prick his toe to draw blood."
Shi Qingci reminded him: "Find a suitable spot so he doesn't find you after he wakes up."
Everything tonight must be kept a secret; Cheng Jia must not know.
Because he had promised to stay away from Cheng Jia.
I broke my promise.
These past two days, Shi Qingci has been unable to sleep because of the thought of dry socket and a broken nose.
After much thought, I came up with this solution.
They only conducted the examinations and treatments without letting Cheng Jia know.
The two doctors took blood from Cheng Jia's toes, a small tuft of hair from the back of her neck, and a two-millimeter sample of her little fingernail; these were all to be taken back for testing.
It can reveal Cheng Jia's health status and physical development.
And whether there are any genetic diseases or infectious diseases, etc.
Including whether they have been exposed to prohibited addictive substances in the past two years.
These checks were something Qingci had wanted to do for Cheng Jia for a long time.
Now, of course, we won't let this opportunity slip by.
He cared about Cheng Jia's health more than anyone else.
Lin Baiyue watched them bustling around and said, "...President Shi, I've helped you tonight. Remember to listen to the recording I sent you when you get back."
The doctor finished collecting samples and is now packing up the medical equipment box.
"Come out," Shi Qingci said to Lin Baiyue.
"......"
Two minutes later.
Shi Qingci sat down on the living room sofa.
He was wearing the same suit he hadn't changed out of after the meeting, his red-soled leather shoes were shiny, and his suit trousers were so ironed that there were hardly any wrinkles even when he sat down. His whole demeanor was cold and gloomy.
The living room was dimly lit.
Lin Baiyue stood to the side, looking somewhat nervous.
Shi Qingci was straightforward: "You stay here and take good care of him for me. You need to send me his whereabouts and daily situation every day. Buy the best ingredients to cook for him. At the end of the month, I will pay you double the bill. Make up the reason yourself. Don't let him know that I instructed you to do it."
"As for your desire to release an album, I will have my secretary set up an entertainment company for you."
"But you have to make sure Cheng Jia eats well and sleeps well."
"Otherwise, I will cut off your resources at any time."
Finally, Shi Qingci once again instructed Lin Baiyue: "Don't let him know that I instructed him to do this."
Cheng Jia is very arrogant.
I will not accept it.
"......"
"President Shi," Lin Baiyue listened, her pupils widening in surprise, and she couldn't help but murmur, "You...you like Cheng Jia?"
But these arrangements have gone beyond what I would like.
At most, liking someone might involve giving them some money, sending gifts, or occasionally teasing them.
Which sugar daddy would care about his mistress's food, clothing, and daily necessities?
This situation is practically uncompensated—
Raise Cheng Jia like a son!
To cherish someone to this extent?
They even control what we eat and drink.
What Mr. Shi values most is Cheng Jia's health.
This means that Shi always wanted Cheng Jia to live a long and healthy life, and the underlying meaning is probably that he hoped Cheng Jia could live a healthy life.
Lin Baiyue felt a sense of good fortune, like "when one person attains enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven."
He can release an album now.
They can also have a dedicated entertainment packaging team.
He can still have his own agent?
The price isn't sleeping with someone or being kept by an old man.
All he needed to do was take care of Cheng Jia.
Cook for Cheng Jia.
Oh My God.
Lin Baiyue turned her head in surprise to look at Cheng Jia's bedroom. The doctor and his assistant in a suit were leaving the bedroom. They gently closed the door for Cheng Jia, their care and respect needing no words.
Lin Baiyue had only one thought in her mind.
Cheng Jia is the real God of Wealth!
"......"
As for the porcelain of the Qing Dynasty.
His mind is now filled with the question the singer just asked.
Do you like Cheng Jia?
Does he still like Cheng Jia?
Do you like that conman?
Shi Qingci hadn't thought about answering, but he was pondering in his mind that this question seemed to have no answer.
He wasn't sure if he still liked Cheng Jia.
All he knew was that Cheng Jia could not disappear again.
He wanted Cheng Jia to always be a part of his life.
He wanted Cheng Jia to have a good life.
That's all.
Shi Qingci has been too lonely for the past twenty years. In fact, after being separated for five years, they both felt somewhat estranged from each other, no longer having the innocent feeling of a young love from five years ago.
This made him unsure how much he still felt attracted to and liked Cheng Jia.
But he wanted Cheng Jia in his life.
It's a strange feeling.
I really can't say how much I'm attracted to it or how much I like it.
He just wanted to live with Cheng Jia, to be together, to keep each other company, to take care of each other's health and lives, and to eat, do things, and watch movies together.
The two of them built a small home.
Take care of each other together.
This is......
It's family affection, isn't it?
Even the Qing dynasty porcelain was unaware of this.
He relied on Cheng Jia.
On that afternoon when her father was seriously ill, sitting on a hospital bench, Cheng Jia held his hand and told him that it was okay to lose his parents, that the world was big and that he could still live a good life.
He felt that Cheng Jia was his new family.
They were the family members he chose himself.
Cheng Jia's betrayal was not a betrayal of her first love or any romantic relationship.
In Shi Qingci's heart, it was his trusted family who betrayed him.
That's why he especially hated Cheng Jia.
But I can't help but care about Cheng Jia, wanting her to be happy and hoping she'll live a long and healthy life.
In short, describing these feelings as "like" is too weak a word.
He doesn't like Cheng Jia.
Cheng Jia is his, and he belongs to Cheng Jia.
That's right.
*
The assistant and doctor were waiting downstairs for Shi Qingci.
Shi Qingci told Lin Baiyue that he needed three minutes to check on Cheng Jia.
And so, Doraemon's night light shone.
A man reeking of fir wood sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Cheng Jia whose eyes had been bandaged. The doctor said that she shouldn't cover them; letting them air out would help them heal faster.
Cheng Jia was sleeping soundly.
My eyes are very swollen.
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