Chapter 88 I'm sorry and I love you
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A room with the curtains closed.
The sobbing in his throat lasted for half an hour.
Shi Qingci was covered with a blanket from the waist down, her face sullen.
The sound of rinsing mouths came from the bathroom. Cheng Jia spat out the mouthwash and called out, "It's only a little past five. Put on your pants and come out with me. We'll find a restaurant to eat at. It's on me!"
He is very rich now, not to mention the porcelain that Shi Qing gave him for free.
He himself has over 600,000 yuan in savings.
Cheng Jia, who doesn't need to save money for cancer treatment, is incredibly wealthy, both in terms of her mental state and her bank account balance, far exceeding the level of ordinary people.
The key point is that being healthy makes you feel light and carefree.
His ecstasy and excitement kept him constantly occupied.
"Who wants to eat with you?" Shi Qingci sneered, clasped her hands on the blanket, and didn't get up to put on her pants. "Don't you understand that we should break up? I'm leaving in a bit."
Cheng Jia walked out of the bathroom, stood by the bed with her hands on her hips, and looked down at the person lying flat in the quilt: "Don't force me to slap you on the happiest day. Get up, put on your pants, and come out for a walk with me."
I just received the wonderful news that I don't have cancer.
Cheng Jia didn't want to argue.
"I'm not going. I want to break up with you." Shi Qingci said coldly, even though just ten minutes ago he was holding Cheng Jia's hair, breathing heavily, and praising Cheng Jia for eating well.
Cheng Jia crawled on her knees and knelt on the bed: "So what do you mean?"
"Don't you understand what breaking up means?" Shi Qingci seemed determined.
After all, they dared to hide something as serious as having cancer.
Cheng Jia definitely didn't treat him like family.
Shi Qingci's disappointment was genuine.
"......"
Cheng Jia's eyes gradually calmed down. She pursed her lips, nodded, rolled over, and got off Shi Qingci's waist, standing by the bed: "Okay, let's break up."
“...Hmm.” Shi Qingci turned her head and glanced at the person.
Cheng Jia turned and walked towards the dressing room, where her luggage was kept.
Soon, Cheng Jia pulled a suitcase out of the closet.
The rustling sound of clothes hangers being removed could be heard.
The commotion reached the bedroom, where Shi Qingci lay on the bed listening. Her fingertips tapped anxiously on the blankets, and her voice was cold: "I told you this villa is yours. I should be the one leaving. Why are you packing your suitcase?"
“I know!” Cheng Jia replied, “I’m helping you pack your luggage.”
"......"
Shi Qingci: "?"
“I just received the good news today that I don’t have cancer, and you’re so understanding. Not only did you give me all your wealth for free, but you also insisted on breaking up with me,” Cheng Jia said, laughing as she packed her bags more quickly. “I never dared to dream of such a good thing before. Look, I’m healthy and a fortune has fallen from the sky!”
"Oh right, what kind of boyfriend do you think I should look for?"
Shi Qingci: "?"
“I’m asking you something. Actually, I think you’re getting a bit old,” Cheng Jia said, carrying a suitcase out of the walk-in closet. She pushed the suitcase to the bedside and tossed the pants she was holding onto Shi Qingci. “Hurry up and get dressed. We’ll leave right away. I’ll call a few male models over to celebrate and have some champagne.”
Shi Qingci: "?"
"That guy you booked last time was pretty good, he had a really youthful face." Cheng Jia kicked her suitcase and crossed her arms in front of her. "Thank you for your wealth, it's enough for me to book several guys and live off them for three lifetimes. Thank you... Do you want me to call you a car?"
There is nothing left under the name of Shiqing porcelain.
They all belong to Cheng Jia.
If he dares to leave now, he will definitely leave with nothing.
Cheng Jia urged him, "Hurry up and go, I'm in a hurry to spend your money with another man."
I can't even imagine how joyful that scene must have been.
Luxury, debauchery.
Wild style!
“...Crucial, Cheng Jia.” Shi Qingci lost again. Whether it was five years ago or five years later, he always lost when he met Cheng Jia.
This time, they really lost everything, not even their underwear.
He gave away all his wealth.
Shi Qingci's eyes gradually reddened. She sat up and placed her hands on the bed sheet: "So it was because you had cancer that you were too lazy to make a fuss, so you agreed to stay with me for a few more days. Now that you've recovered, you're starting to want to get rid of me. That's what you're thinking, isn't it? You never thought about being serious with me."
"Yes, that's right," Cheng Jia admitted.
How to guess the meaning of Qing porcelain at random?
He admitted it all.
Shi Qingci: "Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"
“I’m scared, so you should leave quickly,” Cheng Jia sat at the foot of the bed, crossed her legs, turned to look at people, and said, “Actually, you’re hoping I really get cancer, aren’t you?”
Shi Qingci retorted angrily, "What nonsense are you spouting!"
“My test results are healthy, yet you’re unhappy and have been making a fuss with me all this time. What’s the fuss about? If I had known, I would have preferred to actually have cancer,” Cheng Jia smiled, “and you would have been at peace dying in your arms.”
Cheng Jia knew how to poke Shi Qingci's lung tubes.
Shi Qingci's voice trembled with anger: "You know perfectly well that's not what I'm talking about."
He resented that Cheng Jia had cancer but didn't tell him.
This is the greatest distrust!
"What is that? Is it that I didn't tell you right away when I found out I had cancer?" Cheng Jia had just been through a near-death experience, and felt much more at peace with herself. "Is it possible that when we met again, our relationship wasn't at a point where I was willing to be honest with her?"
Honesty means opening your heart.
Cheng Jia couldn't bring herself to open her heart even when she was being suppressed and retaliated against.
"How did you treat me back then? By what right did I confess to you that I was sick, that I was your target for revenge, that I told you I had cancer and begged you for mercy?"
"Shi Qingci, don't you think you're being unreasonable?"
"Don't use love and trust as an excuse. You're just having a control urge. You can't stand not making a scene. Let me tell you, none of my decisions are wrong," Cheng Jia said.
The time is different, and the relationship is different.
He had his own considerations in deciding whether to be honest or not.
Why should Shi Qingci blame him for not being honest with him directly?
Cheng Jia's eyes reddened: "...After we met again, have you been very good to me?"
Wasn't it only after he was driven to the brink of suicide that Shi Qingci started treating him well?
How could he possibly confess to having such an enmity-like relationship with his ex?
Finally, Cheng Jia said, "Don't take advantage of my feelings for you to start acting out and being unreasonable, using the image of me apologizing for no reason to satisfy your own desire for control."
I am not your mother, and you are not your father.
He was correcting this person's views on love.
That's not how you live your life.
"......"
"So, even if you don't want to say it when we meet again, before I went to England yesterday, you knew you had to have a check-up today, why didn't you let me stay with you?"
Shi Qingci only wanted Cheng Jia to see him as someone she could trust.
Perhaps he has a strong desire for control; I will be more mindful of that in the future.
But Cheng Jiaxiu is trying to distort the truth!
I could understand if he hadn't said it before.
What about yesterday?
Cheng Jia kicked off her slippers and sat cross-legged opposite Shi Qingci: "Why do you think I am?"
Why did you go to the oncology department alone?
He wouldn't let Shi Qingci accompany him.
The bedroom lights were off, and the curtains were closed.
The light was dim.
“...I don’t know,” Shi Qingci said, wrapped in the blanket and looking at Cheng Jia, her eyes fixed on Cheng Jia’s face. “It can’t be because you’re afraid I’ll be sad.”
"......"
"......"
The most fundamental problem between the two of them is actually...
They both owed each other two words.
One sentence is: I'm sorry for what happened in the past.
The other sentence is—
Cheng Jia climbed onto the man's lap, cradled Shi Qingci's still anxious face, and said in a deep voice with certainty, "Please believe me, I love you very much too."
Shi Qingci's love needs no proof; she gave him her entire fortune.
Cheng Jia's love cannot be proven with just a few words.
He could only demonstrate his love to Shi Qingci through his actions, melting it into each passing day, thus increasing her meager sense of security.
"No doubt about it, from today onwards we have a home."
"It is your home and mine."
Cheng Jia kissed Shi Qingci's lips.
A peck, very gentle.
But less than three seconds later, he was grabbed by the waist and forcefully pressed onto the sheets. Shi Qingci kissed him back forcefully, prying open his lips and receiving a sweet kiss full of blueberry mouthwash flavor.
The kiss held unspoken words they had struggled to say over the years.
But it's okay.
And then there will be countless days and years to come.
Speak slowly.
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Bonus content after the kiss:
"Put on your pants, let's go out to eat."
"Cheng Jia, are you scared?"
"...? What am I afraid of?"
"You keep urging me to put on my pants."
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