I quickly jumped off Cheng Yu. The old man closed his eyes in fright and frantically pressed the elevator close button. In my hurry, I even forgot the proper address and just blurted out the most important thing, "Don't go! I have something to say to you!"
My voice boomed like a bell.
It sounded as overbearing as if I were ordering a subordinate.
Damn it.
I was truly a reckless fool.
After my outburst, I quickly added, "... Is that okay, Uncle?"
The old man wasn't deaf. Naturally, he couldn't pretend not to hear. So he pressed the elevator open button again, coughed into his fist, and walked in.
Cheng Yu was still sitting on the sofa. His father was probably on the verge of fainting with anger. He roared at his son, "Put your clothes on!"
His son was fearless. He slowly put on his shirt and even dared to complain to his father, "You came so late without even saying a word."
Cheng Yu's father: "How was I supposed to know you'd be doing this in the living room?"
Cheng Yu: "Dad!"
Me: "Uncle! It may be hard for you to believe, but Cheng Yu and I were just giving each other a massage. I'm a professional masseuse with a proper license."
Cheng Yu's father: "Oh? This is the first time I've seen a massage on the front."
Me: "Well... I was teasing him just now. We were just fooling around."
Cheng Yu's father: "Miss Zhou, I appreciate your honesty."
Cheng Yu started to shoo his father away again, "Dad, did you come here so late for something?"
Cheng Yu's father: "It's a private matter. It's not convenient to talk with an outsider here."
Cheng Yu: "For my private matters, she's not an outsider. There's nothing inconvenient about her hearing it."
Cheng Yu's father: "Not an outsider? What's your relationship?"
Me: "Just friends!" At the same time, Cheng Yu said, "Boyfriend and girlfriend."
Great.
I was doomed.
Cheng Yu's father: "Hehe."
There was a look of contempt in his eyes as if to say, "What a fragile relationship."
Cheng Yu gave me a cold look and continued talking to his father, "Just tell me what it is."
Cheng Yu's father: "Then I'll say it. The only daughter of Chairman Zhou just returned from abroad. She graduated from Harvard. The girl wants to intern in your company. Take care of her."
Me: "..."
Take care of her?
It's more like a blind date.
Sure enough, the rich always value a good match.
How long can a relationship not blessed by parents last?
I silently imagined a whole soap opera of a wealthy family in my head.
Cheng Yu: "Dad, I have a girlfriend. It may not be appropriate for me to take care of other girls."
Cheng Yu's father: "I really don't understand. With your high standards, why would you fall for a masseuse?"
Damn it.
What do you mean by "masseuse"!
This concerns my family's reputation. I couldn't stay silent anymore. I stood up straight and said to Cheng Yu's father, "Please respect the massage profession, okay? Zhou Chongshan's Traditional Chinese Medicine Massage is a well - known time - honored brand in this city. You may not know it since you're not from here. But traditional Chinese medicine is profound. Do you know what it means to have a national senior massage technician qualification certificate? I suggest you learn about it. Don't just call any woman who works in the massage profession a masseuse. Thank you."
I smiled, picked up my coat, and said, "Don't give me fake checks anymore. I won't leave your son. Goodbye!"
Cheng Yu reached out and grabbed me. There was a hint of panic in his eyes. "Zhou Yinyin, don't go."
I was so angry, but I still managed a smile. "Goodbye."
I removed his hand from mine and walked away without looking back.
When I took the elevator downstairs, I checked my phone. There was still a large amount of money in my bank account.
Woo, I really didn't want to die.
Masseuse or not.
Why did I have to argue with that big shot?
Well, now.
The whole family was going to be wiped out.
Grandma and Grandpa, I'm so sorry. I've doomed you so you won't die a natural death.
-
I was such a coward. As soon as I got home, I started drafting a text message. I thought of hundreds of apology sentences but didn't know how to save my own life.
Then Cheng Yu sent me a text message: [Sorry, my dad misunderstood. I just explained your job and profession to him. He asked me to say sorry to you.]
Really?
Was I not going to die?
I deleted the hundreds of tearful apology messages and replied: [It's okay. I was a bit rude just now. Please apologize to Uncle for me.]
Please don't kill me.
Cheng Yu: [He said he's glad you're my girlfriend.]
Me: …
There's no way.
He's just saying that to please his son.
He'd be really happy if the daughter of Chairman Zhou were his son's girlfriend.
I felt really disappointed.
I knew I shouldn't take it out on Cheng Yu, but I just couldn't control myself. I replied coldly with just one word: [Okay.]
Cheng Yu: [Are you angry?]
I told the truth: [How dare I?]
Cheng Yu: [My dad really misunderstood. And he sincerely wishes us well.]
Me: [Okay.]
Cheng Yu: [Go to bed early.]
I put down my phone and sighed.
I thought I could have a sweet little romance with Cheng Yu, but instead, it turned out to be a tragic love story of a wealthy family.
-
The next day at work, around 9 a.m.
A courier came to the door, carrying a square box about the size of a human head. He stood at the door and shouted, "Miss Zhou Yinyin, come out and sign for this!"
I quickly put down my work and rushed from my desk to the front door. The courier showed me the electronic signature screen. I signed my name and asked in confusion, "I haven't bought anything recently. Who sent this?"
The courier checked the sender. "It seems to be something important. The note says it must be delivered to you in person. The sender's surname is Cheng."
Me: "Cheng Yu?"
The courier checked again. "No, Cheng Zhenggang."
Me: "I don't know him."
The courier: "Well, you should take it first. It's definitely for you. Then you can figure out who sent it later."
Me: "Okay."
I carried the box into the company. It was quite heavy. I casually put it on the long table at the entrance and then checked the sender's information online -
It was sent from the chairman's office of the Baou Group.
Sender: Cheng Zhenggang.
Baou, Baou. It sounded so familiar.
Me: !!!
Wasn't Cheng Yu's fund company Baou?
And wasn't Cheng Zhenggang his father?!
I got goosebumps all over my body -
What on earth was in this box!
Please don't tell me it was Zhou Wubo's head!
That was the darkest outcome I could imagine.
The sneaky Qi Jiayuan walked by me, stretched his neck to look at the courier box, and said, "Hey, what's this? Open it and take a look?"
Me: "No way!!!"
Qi Jiayuan was startled by me. "What's wrong with you?"
Me: "I suspect there's a bomb in it."
Qi Jiayuan: "… What kind of person did you offend?"
Me: "Cheng Yu's father."
Qi Jiayuan: "Come on, it's just a gift from your future father - in - law. Open it and let's see how generous a wealthy father - in - law can be."
Me: "Don't open it! Please don't open it!"
Qi Jiayuan: "Look at how scared you are. I'll open it for you."
With that, he picked up a paper cutter to open the box. At the crucial moment, I kicked it out of his hand with a flying kick, then crouched under the desk with my head in my hands. "Qi Jiayuan! Get down quickly!"
Thud.
Something rolled out of the box.
It hit the thick carpet in the office.
There was a dull sound.
It wasn't a bomb?
I trembled and asked Qi Jiayuan, "Woo, is it a head? Whose head is it?"
Qi Jiayuan suddenly let out a deafening scream, "Aaaaaaaaah!!!!"
His scream scared me so much that I also screamed, "Aaaaaaaah! What did you see?!"
Qi Jiayuan: "Holy shit! What a sin! Zhou Yinyin, you just kicked a broken antique blue - and - white porcelain vase!"