Chapter 62 Dizziness
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Six o'clock in the evening.
The second day of recuperating at home.
The neighbor's child started playing the piano, making a tinkling sound.
Cheng Jia lay on her side in bed, wrapped in a blanket, listening to a fantasy novel playing on her phone.
His eyes were still swollen and he couldn't open his eyelids. After spraying the medicine, Lin Baiyue wrapped gauze around his eyes several times. According to what she found online, avoiding light would help him recover faster.
Since his eyesight is failing, his only form of entertainment is listening to audiobooks.
The footsteps coming from outside were Lin Baiyue.
Lin Baiyue brought in dinner: mutton soup noodles, the noodles cooked until very soft.
This allows Cheng Jia to chew and eat using only one side of her teeth.
He sat by the bed and fed Cheng Jia: "I'm going to work later, I'll try to come back as early as possible."
"You go about your business, I'll be fine in a few days." Cheng Jia carefully ate her noodles.
Lin Baiyue advised him again: "Brother, why don't you go to the hospital to get it checked out? I heard that losing a tooth is quite serious. Besides, the marks on your body from being kicked are also very scary. They're all bruised. I don't know if your internal organs have been damaged."
"I've been to the medical station, and it's not serious," Cheng Jia insisted, refusing to go.
I hate hospitals.
Besides, it costs money.
"......"
Lin Baiyue was worried but couldn't persuade him.
After Cheng Jia finished eating, he picked up his guitar and went to work.
Cheng Jia continued listening to the novel while lying in bed.
After lying down for a while, he used his phone's voice assistant to dial Zhou Minghe's number.
I'd like to discuss salary settlement after leaving the company.
"Beep beep..."
"Hello?" Zhou Minghe answered the phone.
Cheng Jia spoke into her phone, her tongue pressed against the small bloodstain where her tooth had fallen out.
"I, Cheng Jia, quit."
"You fucking want to do this! I wouldn't dare keep you around. You have such a temper, you dare to curse anyone. If you're looking to die, don't drag me into it, okay? I should have fired you earlier. If my dad heard that my subordinate was treating his cash cow like this, wouldn't he beat me to death? Damn it..." Zhou Minghe was full of resentment. He had wanted to curse Cheng Jia all night but couldn't get through to her on the phone.
The shouting from the other side was too loud, so Cheng Jia turned her face to the side to avoid it.
After a while, Zhou Minghe quieted down.
He then spoke into his phone: "Stop cursing me. I've already gotten my comeuppance. Last night I was dragged upstairs and beaten up by a group of people. Now I'm lying in bed and can't even get up. I almost jumped off the building last night before Mr. Shi let me go. Now we're even."
"...Jump off a building?" Zhou Minghe hadn't expected it to be this serious.
Why did Mr. Shi act so ruthlessly when he saw that Siwen was so gentle?
Zhou Minghe frowned and lowered his voice: "Then you deserve it. You should have thought about who the other party was before you provoked them. Otherwise, you'd be asking for a beating."
“It’s all in the past,” Cheng Jiachao added to Zhou Minghe, “Don’t worry, he won’t cause you any trouble.”
Zhou Minghe: "......"
Zhou Minghe: "Did you go to the hospital? How much did the medical expenses cost?"
"I've already resigned, why are you still covering my medical expenses?" Cheng Jia scoffed.
Actually, Mr. Zhou is a very nice person.
They are mercenary, but also humane.
Zhou Minghe said impatiently, "I've calculated it with the finance department. Your commission and bonuses here amount to 170,000. I'll also cover some severance pay and medical expenses... Anyway, let's say 30, round it up for you."
"!" There simply can't be that many.
Cheng Jia pursed her lips, her eyes welling up with tears: "I've done a good job these past two years."
"I fucking know, but what can I do! He didn't ask you to be here, why did you have to provoke him!" Zhou Minghe kicked the sofa.
He reminded Cheng Jia countless times, but Cheng Jia insisted on courting death.
Does anyone have a solution?
He was beaten before leaving and was almost driven to jump off a building.
Zhou Minghe also felt a bit aggrieved.
Ultimately, Cheng Jia was his confidant, and the fact that he suffered this was due to his incompetence as a boss. However, he had no choice but to swallow his anger because the other party belonged to the Shengjing Group.
Personal feelings are insignificant in the face of self-interest.
Zhou Minghe was silent for a moment: "What are your plans now?"
"I need to recover." Cheng Jia lazily rolled over in the blanket, stretched and took a deep breath. The flesh on her stomach was still sore, so she touched it with her hand.
He'll need to stay in bed for at least another three or four days.
Zhou Minghe: "Nonsense, I said you're not going to look for a job after you recover? What about your debts, which amount to about a million?"
It was for the medical expenses incurred by Cheng Jia's parents when they were dying.
Zhou Minghe was aware of this situation.
"No, 700,000. Didn't you say you'd give me 300,000? That leaves 400,000." Cheng Jia pondered, realizing he could have paid it off in another six months.
Four hundred thousand?
Zhou Minghe had a plan in mind: "Here's what I'm looking for. I have a friend who owns an electronics factory in the suburbs. You can go there and work as a quality inspector and cashier. It'll be tiring, but you'll get a fixed salary of 20,000 yuan. You can pay it off in about two years. Do you want to go?"
"But don't, don't let that person know that I introduced you to them."
Shi always disliked Cheng Jia.
He needs to avoid suspicion.
"......"
Logically speaking, the resignation of an employee should have nothing to do with the boss.
It was Zhou Minghe who, out of consideration for their personal relationship, helped Cheng Jia find a new job.
This is a job that ordinary people can't even dream of getting.
Who would agree to something they wouldn't be happy about?
But Cheng Jia hesitated: "Two years of fixed salary, two years..."
Two years is still too slow for him to earn money.
He feared he wouldn't survive two years.
The doctor said he would develop stomach cancer symptoms within a year and a half at the latest.
"I'm not going. I want to do something that can make quick money, like selling houses or cars, doing sales." Cheng Jia had already made up her mind and was ready to give it a try.
Zhou Minghe was almost laughing in anger: "With the current economy, do you think real estate and car sales are easy money? What the hell are you in such a hurry? Can't you wait two years?"
There's nothing we can do about that.
I just can't wait.
Cheng Jia knew Zhou Minghe meant well: "I'll give it a try. If it doesn't work out, I'll go to the electronics factory you mentioned. Twenty thousand yuan is a lot of money. You only make a little over ten thousand a month delivering food, and that's only if you work day and night."
"None of your business! Do whatever you want," Zhou Minghe paused for a moment, "I'll transfer the money to you now, bye."
He has done everything he could to be kind and righteous.
The rest is up to Cheng Jia.
"......"
Shortly after hanging up the phone, Cheng Jia's phone chimed.
He couldn't see what the text message contained.
But it's speculated that Zhou Minghe transferred the money to his account.
If he could see, he would be able to see the transfer amount...
One million.
It wasn't the agreed-upon 300,000.
As for who paid Zhou Minghe the additional 700,000 yuan...
We'll have to wait until Cheng Jia discovers the money and asks Zhou Minghe to find out.
The cultivation novel played for more than two hours.
Cheng Jia fell asleep.
*
It was around midnight.
Lin Baiyue, carrying a bowl of porridge from a street food stall, looked nervous as she tiptoed to open Cheng Jia's door: "Brother? Are you asleep?"
The room was dark, so I couldn't see if the person on the bed was asleep.
A plastic Doraemon nightlight was on by the bedside.
"...I'm awake. Are you off work?" Cheng Jia crawled out of bed.
After lying down all day, I felt even more listless.
The gauze wrapped around my eyes was all wrinkled.
Lin Baiyue was, after all, an amateur when it came to medical treatment.
Lin Baiyue moved closer to the bedside: "Yes, do you want to rinse your mouth first? I bought you some porridge."
"Okay, thank you." Cheng Jia groped her way to the bedside to wait for the warm water.
The footsteps by the bed faded away in about a minute.
When Lin Baiyue returned, she was holding a glass of water at the right temperature. She reminded Cheng Jia, "Rinse your mouth gently. If the blood clot comes out, you'll get dry socket."
"?" This was the first time Cheng Jia had heard this term. "What is dry angina?"
"......"
Few people know this medical term.
Lin Baiyue had just found out: "Uh, it's a dental problem. Rinse your mouth, and I'll feed you some porridge."
He sat on the edge of the bed unpacking the takeout box.
Listening to the rustling sounds, Cheng Jia leaned against the headboard listlessly. Suddenly, his nose twitched, and he frowned slightly: "...You touched Qingci tonight."
Lin Baiyue sometimes smelled of Qingci perfume.
And it was dyed quite a lot.
Cheng Jia recognized the perfume immediately; it was very familiar to him.
That person...
"!"
Lin Baiyue was shocked by Cheng Jia's sensitive nose.
Feigning composure—
"Yes! Mr. Shi came tonight, and I sang in his private room."
Actually, no.
The scent of perfume came from when he sat in the black Audi downstairs for a while ten minutes ago.
The cramped space of a train carriage makes it easier for odors to permeate.
"Oh, him and his boyfriend?" Cheng Jia asked casually, her lips slightly pursed, the corners of her lips still bearing the bruises from being punched.
The aroma of chicken congee filled the air, masking the perfume scent.
Lin Baiyue gave a perfunctory reply: "Yes, that's right."
Use a spoon to press the medicinal powder down from the surface of the porridge.
Stir it into the porridge until it dissolves completely.
He glanced at Cheng Jia's face, which was wrapped in gauze, and said as if nothing was wrong: "It's not hot anymore, open your mouth."
“Actually, I can drink it myself.” Cheng Jia wasn’t used to being fed.
Lin Baiyue: "Just drink it, it's a piece of cake."
Someone assigned him a task.
They drugged Cheng Jia.
"......"
"......"
Cheng Jia finished the bowl of porridge.
I fell into a deep sleep in less than twenty minutes.
"Brother Jia, brother?" Lin Baiyue called out to him anxiously, after confirming that Cheng Jia was fast asleep.
He used his phone to send messages to several people downstairs:
He's asleep, you can come up.
Shi Qingci: [Okay, I'll listen to the song you recorded when I get back. Open the door.]
They were already waiting in the hallway!
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