Chapter 143 Zhou Chong: I Was Taken Advantage Of
Tan Cheng's mathematical modeling project encountered a problem with the database of an American laboratory, prompting Tan Cheng to fly to the US. Before leaving, Tan Cheng entrusted the heavy responsibility of the project team to Shan Qingshan. Shan Qingshan was so busy that he didn't even attend the meal You Liang had to celebrate his successful collaboration with Tang Liming. In addition, due to the time difference, the number of video calls between Shan Qingshan and Zhou Chong decreased sharply, and they mostly communicated via text message, with no timely replies.
He has been in contact with Tan Cheng more about the project than with Zhou Chong.
Tan Cheng's responses were always very simple.
Today is different.
Do you have time after class? Could you go see someone for me? His name is Cen Wenxing. You've met him before. He's sick and refuses to take his medicine.
Shan Qingshan agreed.
Tan Cheng sent several names of medicines, followed by his address and the password to his door lock.
After class, Shan Qingshan went over and saw Cen Wenxing wearing a mask and wrapped in a coat, muttering to himself at the door.
"Password... Tan Cheng's birthday..."
He took out his phone, tapped it twice, and then entered the door lock code.
The door lock is open.
Shan Qingshan walked over.
Cen Wenxing turned his head, his forehead covered with a fever-reducing patch, wearing a mask, his face flushed from the fever, and he looked very ill.
"You were at the last dinner party..."
"Shan Qingshan." Shan Qingshan gave his name and handed over the medicine. "Senior Tan asked me to buy this medicine and watch you take it."
"Oh, thank you, please come in."
Shan Qingshan entered the room.
Cen Wenxing poured him a glass of water.
"I heard that someone caused trouble for Brother Cheng last time. That person misunderstood you as me and said some unpleasant things. I'm sorry, you got involved."
"It's alright."
Cen Wenxing: "Give me the medicine."
Shan Qingshan handed over the medicine.
Cen Wenxing: "How much?"
"My senior has approved it."
"oh."
Cen Wenxing got up, filled a glass with cold water, read the instructions on the medicine box, and took out the medicine. Shan Qingshan stepped forward, poured out the water he had filled, replaced it with warm water, and pushed it over to him.
Cen Wenxing was stunned for a moment.
"Thank you, thank you."
Cen Wenxing took the medicine and then looked at Shan Qingshan.
The meaning is obvious.
Shan Qingshan can now report back.
Shan Qingshan took out his phone and sent a message to Tan Cheng.
Tan Cheng replied instantly.
A few seconds later, Cen Wenxing's phone rang.
"Brother Cheng... um, I ate. How are you doing in America?... No, I don't want to take leave... I'll take good care of myself... I didn't throw a tantrum... um, I understand."
After hanging up the phone, Cen Wenxing turned to Shan Qingshan and said, "Thank you, I'm sorry to have troubled you."
"You're welcome."
Cen Wenxing: "Let me see you down."
"No need, just rest well while you're sick."
"It's okay, I'm just going to buy some food."
Cen Wenxing took his phone, opened the door, and saw Shan Qingshan downstairs.
The two had barely walked a short distance from the building entrance when someone suddenly rushed out and slapped Cen Wenxing across the face.
The change came too suddenly.
Cen Wenxing stumbled and fell into Shan Qingshan's arms.
The other party was about to make another move when Shan Qingshan grabbed his raised hand.
Shan Qingshan recognized the person in front of him as the "ethnic dance" person who had been to the school last time.
"If you make another move, I'll call the police."
"Fine! Go ahead and report it! Let the police take a look at this vixen! Coming from a small town, she dares to seduce Tan Cheng. You should first consider your own abilities. Selling yourself to get ahead, have you no shame!"
Cen Wenxing stood up from Shan Qingshan's embrace, his eyes lowered.
"I am not."
"You dare say you're not!"
The "ethnic dancer" was yelling and about to fight, but Shan Qingshan shook him off, sending him stumbling back several steps and nearly falling to the ground. He stared at Shan Qingshan in disbelief.
Suddenly I remembered that he was the one who apologized at school last time.
Their arrogance immediately diminished.
"Do you know the truth? And you're still helping him?"
"Senior Tan asked me to come."
The "ethnic dance" fell silent for a moment, but quickly became arrogant again.
“Cen Wenxing, do you know? When Tan Cheng was eighteen, he had a first love who looked a lot like you.”
Shan Qingshan turned to look at Cen Wenxing beside him.
Even with a mask on, you could see that his eyes were vacant.
Seeing this, the "ethnic dance" dancer felt delighted.
“Idiot, have you never thought about this? You just met him on the street, why would someone like Tan Cheng help you? It's because he's similar! If you don't believe me…” “Ethnic Dance” held up a memory card, “It’s all in here.”
After saying that, it hit Cen Wenxing and then fell to the ground.
After losing his card, he left.
Shan Qingshan looked at Cen Wenxing for a moment and saw him bend down to pick up the card from the ground.
Shan Qingshan: "Are you alright?"
Cen Wenxing lowered his head and said, "It's nothing."
Shan Qingshan didn't know what to say at this moment, but Cen Wenxing didn't seem to be alright.
"I... I won't buy anything. I'll just leave you here. I'm going upstairs now."
After saying that, he turned and left.
After thinking for a moment, Shan Qingshan sent a message to Tan Cheng, saying, "The 'ethnic dance' is here," and started dancing. Without saying anything more, Tan Cheng replied with two words, "Thank you," and didn't ask any further questions.
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"substitute?"
Shan Qingshan: "I don't know."
This matter was beyond Shan Qingshan's original understanding.
It turns out that there are people who can't find love, so they find someone similar to keep by their side.
"—Idiot, haven't you ever thought about this? You just met him on the street, why would someone like Tan Cheng help you? Isn't it because he's similar to you!"
Zhou Chong asked with concern, "Did I hit you?"
"He doesn't have that ability."
After Shan Qingshan finished speaking, he paused for two seconds, then said, "Zhou Chong, have you...?"
"Mr. Zhou, this is a document that needs your review."
A woman's voice burst in.
A pair of beautiful hands placed a document in front of Zhou Chong.
Zhou Chong: "Xiao Bao, let me look at a document first."
"Then I'll hang up, you go ahead with your work."
"No, no, no, it's not easy to get a call like this. If you're busy, go ahead and do your thing, don't hang up. I just want to see it."
Shan Qingshan hummed in agreement and opened his book.
A woman's voice can be heard in the video.
"Mr. Zhou, this is the coffee I made for you."
"Um."
After a while.
"Mr. Zhou, there seems to be something wrong with this place..."
Before the words had even finished, the words were spoken.
The woman who was speaking cried out in pain.
Shan Qingshan raised his eyes.
In the video, Zhou Chong had a dark expression as he looked to his side. His hand was still gripping the woman's wrist tightly, and it was clear from the video that he was using a lot of force, which looked quite frightening.
Who recruited you?
His voice was deep and resonant.
Severe, angry, dangerous.
"I... am in pain..."
Shan Qingshan watched the video carefully, but couldn't find the woman's figure in any of the corners.
It looks like someone has come in on the other end of the video.
"Young Master Zhou."
Zhou Chong released his grip.
"It's open."
The woman's voice was panicked.
"Mr. Zhou, I didn't mean to, I bumped into it by accident."
Zhou Chong ignored him, not even glancing at him, his face expressionless. He pulled out several wet wipes to dry his hands, then tossed them aside, his expression changing drastically—
She felt wronged, angry, and furious.
"Qingshan Xiaobao! She touched my hand! From here to here!"
Zhou Chong gestured.
The distance from the back of the hand to the wrist.
"You call that an accident?"
Dan Qingshan's displeasure vanished after a moment of surprise, and he even found it somewhat amusing.
Zhou Chong was like a well-bred young lady who had been humiliated and whose reputation was about to be ruined.
Zhou Guinu: "I don't know who hired this person! Was there any training when they came in?! How dare they touch their boss's hand! And you were watching! No wonder this company is in trouble, what kind of person is this! And why are you laughing?"
The slight upturn of Shan Qingshan's lips was caught.
She pursed her lips and put it away.
"You can tolerate this? You can?! Tolerate it?!"
Shan Qingshan suppressed a laugh.
Zhou Guinu: "Quickly say you can't stand it anymore!"
"I can't stand it."
After calming down, Zhou Guinu felt unhygienic and took two more tissues to wipe herself again.
"You should touch my hand properly when you turn around."
"..."
"By the way, what did you want to ask me just now?"
Shan Qingshan paused for a moment, then asked, "Before you met me, did you have someone you liked?"
Zhou Chong smiled.
Even Qingshan Xiaobao is starting to care about this!
love me!
He loves me!
I really want to say yes, but I'm afraid you'll get jealous.
Shan Qingshan's eyes were cold. "You're sick."
"Do you have one? Before I go to the village to find you."
Shan Qingshan hesitated for a moment, then said, "No."
Zhou Sherlock Holmes, channeling Conan, saw right through him in a second: "You're lying, you hesitated!"
Shan Qingshan: "..."
Zhou Chong was so anxious he almost crawled out of his phone screen.
"Who is it? Who is it? Who is it? Who is it?"
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