Chapter 50 Burning Like Fire
Why?
Mr. Shi saw the soup!
Not long after the pure white insulated box was opened, Lin Baiyue, who was keeping a close eye on the dining table, heard this question.
He crouched on the ground, peeking his head out from the side of the sofa.
"Mr. Shi, this is the soup I made. You can try it if you don't mind. You gave me a big tip last night, so I used it to buy ingredients. The quality is pretty good."
Lin Baiyue was extremely nervous.
"......"
oh.
It wasn't Cheng Jia who did it after all.
Shi Qingci tilted her head slightly to look behind the sofa.
There was a person squatting on the floor. Cheng Jia was wearing beige rubber gloves and was using a cotton cloth soaked in beeswax to wipe the wooden floor. His waist was hunched over like a shrimp, and his black crew neck sweatshirt was not thick.
From the perspective of Shi Qingci, one can see Cheng Jia's lumbar vertebrae one by one.
They even mopped the floor so meticulously.
She could clearly hear him speaking, but he didn't even turn his head.
Isn't that considered indifference?
That familiar feeling of irritability is back.
Shi Qingci couldn't quite describe her feelings.
He wanted Cheng Jia to see him, and he wanted Cheng Jia to talk to him.
He didn't want to directly order Cheng Jia to look after him.
In short—
It's awkward.
Shi Qingci said to Lin Baiyue, "Come here and let's talk about how this soup is made. The guitarist's hand is more precious. Let Cheng Jia clean the floor by herself."
"!" Lin Baiyue didn't expect President Shi to say such a thing in private.
Are guitar-playing hands more precious?
Lin Baiyue was flattered and politely exchanged a few words.
"This isn't right, I came to help Brother Jia..."
"Why do you work for him? No one's paying you," Shi Qingci said deliberately, intentionally showing favoritism. "Cheng Jia can do it himself. He's used to being a slave, as long as he's paid, right, Cheng Jia?"
If you're so capable, then open your mouth and refute him.
Come over and start a fight.
"......"
Cheng Jia stopped wiping the beeswax, took a breath, and calmly responded.
"Yes, Mr. Shi, I can manage on my own."
He was just given a heads-up by Boss Zhou last night.
Today I'm here to be a dog.
Just give me the money.
It doesn't matter.
"Brother, then, I'll go over and chat with President Shi for a bit." Lin Baiyue suppressed her nervousness and turned to wink at Cheng Jia.
This means the soup-making plan was a success.
Successfully approached the major investor.
Cheng Jia remained silent, engrossed in wiping the floor.
Lin Baiyue took off her gloves, went to the open kitchen next door to wash her hands, and then carefully came to the vicinity of the dining table, pretending to be calm: "President Shi, do you think it suits your taste?"
He cooked it very carefully for a long time and then let Cheng Jia taste it.
The taste won't be too bad.
"Sit down," Shi Qingci looked up at Lin Baiyue, her expression not exactly amiable, but much gentler than when she was facing Cheng Jiashi. "I haven't tasted it yet, what's in it?"
Lin Baiyue hesitated for a few seconds before slowly sitting down.
She sat opposite a man dressed in all-black loungewear.
He proudly listed them off one by one: "...There are Solomon's seal, dendrobium, American ginseng, gastrodia elata, and top-quality angelica. Oh, and I washed the goji berries very clean, so you can rest assured. The pork ribs are also very fresh."
"Looks good," Shi Qingci said, scooping up half a spoonful with a porcelain spoon, blowing on it casually, and putting it in her mouth. "How long did you stew it?"
I drank it.
That's very kind of you!
Lin Baiyue relaxed slightly: "About two hours, how are you feeling? Is the saltiness just right?"
"It's alright." Shi Qingci took another sip.
This is a great honor.
Lin Baiyue was overjoyed and excited, suppressing her excitement: "Actually, I can also make a lot of soups..."
The two people at the dining table were actually talking about soup.
"......"
In the living room.
Cheng Jia could vaguely hear their conversation.
He couldn't hear very clearly, but he didn't really want to hear it.
Carrying a small bucket, Cheng Jia went to the housekeeping service area to get clean water, her steps not slow.
The figure in the black hoodie quickly left the living room.
Shi Qingci casually tossed the soup spoon into the bowl, then looked away from the departing figure and glanced indifferently at the young singer: "Cheng Jia gave you the idea to make this soup."
It is used in an affirmative tone.
It must be Cheng Jia.
That damned liar betrayed him.
Once again!
“...Uh, yes.” Lin Baiyue was caught off guard by the man’s suddenly cold tone.
Everything was fine just now.
That's a quick change of heart.
He could only answer cautiously, "I wanted to thank you for the tip last night. Jia mentioned that you used to share a dorm room and he often saw your housekeeper making this soup, so I..."
"Why did he send you to get close to me?" Shi Qingci interrupted the singer.
I just want to know Cheng Jia's motives.
Is he planning something again?
Very likely.
"......"
I'm sending you to get close.
Lin Baiyue is quite clever.
Notice these two less-than-ideal words.
He opened his eyes wide and shook his head: "You misunderstand. I genuinely wanted to thank you myself. No one sent me."
"Then drink it. It's a good dish, don't waste it." Shi Qingci glanced at Cheng Jia returning with the water and stopped questioning him.
He raised his hand and pushed the soup bowl in front of him to the young singer.
His voice was a little lower.
"Drink it all."
"!?"
This is enough for two people!
Lin Baiyue was shocked, but dared not refuse.
I thought to myself, "Rich people really are unpredictable."
Does this mean you don't like the soup he made?
But we were just praising her a moment ago.
Lin Baiyue: "...Thank you, Mr. Shi. I will finish it."
He picked up the soup spoon and bowl that Shi Qingci had used.
They dared not show their dislike.
Start drinking the soup.
Shi Qingci didn't say anything more, nor did she get up from the table. She just sat opposite the young singer, fiddling with her phone, as if she were very busy.
The surroundings were quiet, except for the occasional gulping sound of Lin Baiyue swallowing.
We had lunch at home before coming to the villa.
Lin Baiyue was about to burst from being stuffed.
That's terrible.
"......"
Cheng Jia was wiping the floor in the living room.
He was wiping so intently that he had no idea what was happening over there.
All I know is that the two people at the table finished talking about making soup and then drank it together. The scene was warm and peaceful, which was in stark contrast to his working alone. But it doesn't matter.
It has nothing to do with him.
Cheng Jia's eyes were cold and indifferent, her thin eyelids drooping.
The light yellow rubber gloves gripped the sponge, repeatedly rubbing it.
His back started to ache from bending over for too long, and his arms and wrists were so tired he could barely lift them. He breathed heavily, squinted, and looked up at the floor-to-ceiling window.
In the flower bed, two rows of huge cacti stand upright in the sunlight.
The thorns on the stem are very thick and strong, and they are rooted in the sand.
I've only watched it for less than half a minute.
Suddenly, something came from above—
"You're so leisurely, you even have the mind to look at the scenery. I heard that President Zhou pays you 6,000 yuan a time to do housekeeping. Is this how you're being swindled?" Shi Qingci coldly lowered her eyes and looked at the person squatting at her feet.
"!" When did this person arrive?
Cheng Jia subconsciously looked up, then immediately looked down again.
"No, I'm wiping."
I wasn't lying; I've been wiping it continuously.
The 6,000 yuan has been credited to my account.
"Is it pretty outside? Do you like those cacti?" Shi Qingci asked him.
Lin Baiyue was washing insulated lunch boxes in the kitchen.
Cheng Jia said calmly, "...The gardener has taken good care of it."
There was no answer as to whether or not they liked it.
"The gardener took good care of it, that's why so many thorns grew. A feng shui master once told me that too many sharp things in the courtyard can affect the owner's physical and mental health." As Shi Qingci spoke, her eyes involuntarily fell on the back of Cheng Jia's neck.
Tall and fair-skinned, with a round bone protruding from the back of her neck.
It made the person squatting on the ground appear even more vulnerable.
Due to the vast difference in their social classes, he only realized after leaving school that trying to control Cheng Jia was as easy as crushing an ant.
It's very simple, requiring no effort at all.
Even under these circumstances, Cheng Jia still couldn't learn to back down.
Being meek and submissive is not the same as admitting defeat.
True submission is like Lin Baiyue and others, desperately trying to please him, having only him in their eyes, worrying about every little thing about him, and being willing to give endlessly even if they have ulterior motives.
At the very least, she would care about him and meet all his needs.
But Cheng Jia is different.
Cheng Jia's compliance was merely a way of appeasing him.
I just didn't want to get entangled with him any further.
Shi Qingci could see this, which is why he felt frustrated.
In other words, Cheng Jia treated him as an NPC who would issue bounty missions, complete the missions and get rewards, nothing more.
It was completely devoid of any personal feelings.
Cheng Jia only cared about the reward.
Shi Qingci's inner resentment burned like fire.
It's hard not to get angry.
"......"
What bad idea has come up this time?
Why did you suddenly come over and start talking to him about courtyard feng shui?
"...Oh." Cheng Jia didn't know what to say, still focused on wiping the floor.
He's already taken six thousand yuan, so he has to do a good job.
Just one simple word.
--oh.
Upon hearing this, Shi Qingci clenched her fists!
He suddenly bent down, grabbed Cheng Jia's hair, forced Cheng Jia to look up, and stared into Cheng Jia's eyes through gritted teeth: "Can't you speak properly? How do you talk to the other guests!"
Why won't you talk to me?
Why?
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