203: Chapter 79: Bro, I’m only 19 this year_2 203: Chapter 79: Bro, I’m only 19 this year_2 In the past, her friends were always her own age, from her parents’ circle of friends and relatives or from school.
Cheng Daqi was different; this man, complex enough that Zhao Hongjin couldn’t figure out try as she might, was the first friend she made who had no connection to her life.
“Emmm, Zhao sister, although your taphor is quite presumptuous, I still don’t think soone like you would be without friends.”
The ‘ard to the teeth BOSS’ scratched his head and replied.
He felt like there was a generation gap between him and Zhao Hongjin.
Actually, a generation gap was normal since he was ntally in his thirties, and Zhao Hongjin was only nineteen this year.
“Don’t call Zhao sister.
I never liked it when you called that but was too embarrassed to say it straight.
It makes sound so old!”
The usual warmth was gone from her peach blossom eyes as Zhao Hongjin complained with a trace of urgency.
She had already adjusted her attitude.
Since she’d already been seen through, there was no longer any need for pretense; she decided to let go of the pressure.
So, Zhao sister’s first step in not hiding anymore was to tell Cheng Daqi, with righteous indignation, not to call her Zhao sister anymore.
“Then what would you like to call you?”
Cheng Daqi took a sip of pure water with lemon juice and ice cubes and muttered the question back.
“Let think.”
The girl with peach blossom eyes began to space out, falling into deep thought.
This is how nineteen-year-old girls are; even if they act maturely most of the ti, there are monts when they reveal a kind of innate innocence that hasn’t yet been worn away by reality and life.
Now, this heiress of the Republic was deep in thought over what to be called.
My parents usually call Xiao Hong.
But it would feel weird for him to call that.
My friends call Jinjin, teasing for trying to act mature, which also doesn’t fit.
After thinking for a long ti, Zhao Hongjin finally spoke up.
“Why not just call Xiao Zhao then, CEO Cheng.”
There was a clear smile at the corner of her mouth, obviously with a hint of teasing.
“That won’t do, how could I be blessed enough to employ such a formidable staff mber like you.”
Cheng Daqi’s head was spinning like a rattle-drum.
Xiao Zhao, it’s okay to say as a tease.
But for him to actually call her that every day?
He didn’t have the nerve for that.
“Really, it’s not appropriate, it really isn’t appropriate to call that.”
Under CEO Cheng’s strong objection, Xiao Zhao thought for a mont, and then her eyes lit up.
“Call Ah Zhao, it sounds intimate, just right.”
“Alright then, Ah Zhao, it’s a pleasure to et you.
I’m Ah Cheng, and I earn my keep at West Coast Saint Lodou.
Please take care of from now on.”
Cheng Daqi’s tone carried a hint of Cantonese, like a gangster in a Hong Kong movie, as he introduced himself.
“Hahaha, okay, next ti I go to serve food, I’ll send you a ssage beforehand.
I’ll give you an extra box when you co for food.”
Zhao Hongjin was amused by Cheng Daqi and joined in on the act, laughing.
“No way, you don’t treat like a brother.
We have a relationship that’s like playing with mud together; you just give one extra box?”
With the mood set, the performance continued, and Cheng Daqi took his turn to speak.
Role-playing = fun, but it’s not just for intimate relationships; it works well with friends too.
“When did we ever play with mud together?”
Zhao Hongjin clearly wasn’t used to this kind of abstract conversation and asked, sowhat foolishly.
Upon hearing this question, Cheng Daqi looked at her shockingly and asked back with astonishnt,
“Have you forgotten?
That year I was seven, you were eight; I’d pee, and you’d play in the mud.
We promised to build a castle of magic.”
Zhao Hongjin was dumbfounded by his tale, and she pushed Cheng Daqi in annoyance, retorting,
“What do you an ‘you pee, I play in the mud!'”
How strong could a young girl’s push be?
Besides, Zhao Hongjin wasn’t really that angry.
So Cheng Daqi wasn’t the least bit worried and continued to tease Xiao Zhao.
It wasn’t that he lacked manners; it was just that the flushed Zhao Hongjin was too amusing.
A nineteen-year-old beauty, even in anger she looked adorable; even the most hard-hearted old man couldn’t help but want to tease her.
“Hahaha, then you pee, I mud, I don’t mind.”
Hearing Cheng Daqi’s words, Zhao Hongjin felt like she had sohow won, replying with satisfaction,
“That’s more like it…
pah!”
Mid-reply, Xiao Zhao realized she’d been led into a trap by Cheng Daqi and glared at him.
The girl placed her cup on the ground and crossed her arms tightly over her chest.
She was a bit angry, but actually not too angry.
It was such a hard emotion to grasp, so Xiao Zhao chose a clearly expressive gesture.
“You should at least apologize, shouldn’t you?”
Noticing Zhao Hongjin’s tactical movent, Cheng Daqi chose to avoid the sharp edge and retaliate.
In the process of chatting with girls, you must never follow the other party’s logic.
That would an being totally controlled.
Iron Rule: No matter what the starting point is, you must not be controlled during the process, or else you’re dood to fail (excluding Rich Brother).
“What’s wrong, are you cold?
Look, you’re shivering.
I’ll go get you another blanket.”
Having said that, Cheng Daqi pretended to get up, his movents slow.
But halfway through, he was stopped by Zhao Hongjin.
“Wait, I’m not cold.”
Xiao Zhao’s tone was calm as still water, fully revealing the surging inside her.
“Then why are you hugging your arms?”
Smart n are top-notch at avoiding confrontation, and Cheng Daqi, a towering figure in entrepreneurship, was no exception when it ca to this.
What he really ant was: If you’re not cold, why are you hugging your arms?
Could it be that you’re angry?
No way, you’re angry just like that?
This aning was not delivered through his words, but Cheng Daqi had anticipated Zhao Hongjin’s potential psychological reaction.
“You’ve made angry.”
Xiao Zhao was straightforward; she didn’t indulge in beating around the bush.
If sothing bothered her, she would say it outright.
But as direct as she was, Cheng Daqi found himself outmaneuvered by her.
Ah Zhao, CEO Zhao, Xiao Zhao, aren’t you dodging the issue?
Where has your usual cleverness gone?
From the perspective of God, Cheng Daqi’s feelings at this mont were exactly like Temir’s feelings towards him.
A perfectly good person, why change so drastically, not following the usual patterns?
“Angry about what?”
Cheng Daqi felt a bit panicked in his heart, not so much because he might lose a friend, but because he realized that he indeed had a generational gap with people Zhao Hongjin’s age.
Like that joke just now, it used to work wonders when trying to foster a closer relationship.
Slightly offensive, but more about full-on teasing and contrast, and it involved content that everyone found interesting and nostalgic about their childhood.
This was one of Cheng Daqi’s few conversational tactics since most of the ti he adapted to circumstances spontaneously.
But now he found that his thod seed outdated against the new version.
“I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I feel like I’ve been led by the nose by you all along.”
Zhao Hongjin was smart, extrely smart.
She hit the nail on the head, revealing the true nature of the relationship between her and Cheng Daqi.
This was a friendship filled with tactics from the very first ti Cheng Daqi spoke.
Why is it so hard to make new close friends after stepping into society?
Because too often, there are interferances of vested interests.
Like between Cheng Daqi and Temir, as well as Zhao Hongjin.
“At the beginning, you guessed my identity right away, which made think you were very impressive.
Later, I misunderstood you, and then you gave an unexpected answer, which made think you were extraordinary.
Coming here today, you’ve overturned my impression of you again, Daqi.
Now facing you, I feel at a loss.
Are we friends?
But if we are, why are there so many mysteries about you?
And why could you guess that day that I was watching ‘Forever Young’?”
After saying a long passage in one breath, Zhao Hongjin took a sip of water and then waited for Cheng Daqi’s response.
“I actually told you before, because I need your help.
A magic castle can’t be built by alone.”
Xiao Zhao thought Cheng Daqi’s answer was a bit romantic, because she understood it.
“Then why could you guess that I was watching ‘Forever Young’?”
This was the part that Zhao Hongjin couldn’t make heads or tails of, that day she was truly scared by Cheng Daqi.
CEO Cheng, who had seen big winds and waves, was just stumped by Zhao Hongjin today.
He shifted his chair to get even closer to Zhao Hongjin.
He opened the social dia app, ready to give Zhao Hongjin a little shock with his subtle male cunning.
“I really need your help, so I’m very careful when I chat with you.
The ssage I sent you that day was just one short line, but every word was indispensable.”
Pointing to the ssage he had replied to Zhao Hongjin that day, Cheng Daqi began his explanation.
By the ti he finished, the girl with the peach blossom eyes looked at him with fear in her gaze.
“Brother, I’m only 19 years old this year.
Don’t scare .
Your tricks are too deep.”
Holding the blanket, Xiao Zhao said fearfully.
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