Perfect Life: System in the End of the World

Chapter 90 Jin Zhengming in emergency shelter, Zhao Jie being bullied (Subscribe)

Yunlong Villa, inside the mansion.

Qin Xiuru carefully packed her daughter's clothes and put them in the laundry room with disgust, then went back to the living room on the first floor and sat down.

Look at that heartless husband.

She immediately took the tea tray from the coffee table and said unhappily, "I've been watching it all afternoon, and you're still watching it."

Hear the words.

Jin Zhengming came back to his senses, stood up and sat on the sofa in a trance, and sighed: "I can't see enough, I can't see enough."

"This is a treasure, a great treasure. The more you look at it, the more amazing it seems. The more you look at it, the more you can't see through it."

"Absolutely, absolutely."

"Fortunately it's not a cultural relic, otherwise we might not be able to keep this treasure."

Total bullshit.

Qin Xiuru glanced at the tea tray, raised her hand and stroked it, "Is this thing really as good as you say?"

Jin Zhengming said quickly: "It will be better than what I said. Touch it gently and be careful not to break it. I would be heartbroken if the skin of this thing peeled off a little bit."

Qin Xiuru rolled her eyes and started making tea with the tea set.

"No matter how good a treasure is, it is meant to be used. If you like it, I'll ask Chengcheng if he has any more and ask him to send another set over for you to keep."

Is there a second set of this treasure?

It's impossible, absolutely impossible. This national treasure is absolutely unique and there is no second set.

It will take at least ten or eight years to accomplish this.

Jin Zhengming shook his head and said, "You have long hair but little knowledge. You don't know how precious this thing is. It's impossible to have a second set."

Who has long hair and short knowledge?

Qin Xiuru was too lazy to argue and snorted, "If you don't ask the child, how do you know there is no second set?"

She already treated Song Cheng as her own family member and didn't intend to be polite.

But Jin Zhengming didn't think so. He felt that the value of such a treasure was immeasurable and he couldn't afford a second set even if he had one.

Then he continued shaking his head, and suddenly stopped.

Wait, what child, who is that child?
He recalled what the housekeeper had said before and frowned, "What does the child you are talking about do?"

Finally noticed it.

Qin Xiuru said with a smile: "The boy's name is Song Cheng, he is 25 years old this year, he is very good-looking, handsome, has a good temperament, and is very capable. He is now the second largest shareholder and the first controller of Tongsen Technology."

Um.
Why is it so detailed? It's a bit wrong.

Jin Zhengming nodded slightly, carefully brewing tea with his precious tea set, and casually said, "Uncle Tian said you like that child very much?"

Qin Xiuru sighed softly, "Yes, that child is so adorable. If he could have been born earlier, I would have met him earlier, and you wouldn't have had any chance."

Ok?
Do you like it to this extent?

Jin Zhengming suddenly felt his forehead turn green for no reason. He finally let go of his love for the baby, looked up at his wife who was wearing a cheongsam and still had charm, and recalled what his wife had just said.

What’s his name? Song Cheng, twenty-five years old?

What charm and strength can a 25-year-old have?

Wait, Tongsen Technology, Su Zhenye's company.
Jin Zhengming was surprised. He looked at his wife and said simply, "Don't play dumb. Just tell me what's going on with that kid."

Qin Xiuru said with satisfaction: "I am very satisfied with the child and like him very much. Yaya also likes him very much. The two of them are really good at playing."

It's just too much playing around, not paying attention to the impact at all.

She didn't say this, but she blamed him in her heart.

Jin Zhengming didn't care. His brain froze for a moment and he was confused for a moment.

Who is Yaya?

Oh, my daughter’s nickname.

Wait, that guy took my precious daughter away?

Twenty-five and thirty-six, a difference of eleven years, is quite a big gap.

It takes real ability to win my daughter.

"Good good."

He couldn't help but laugh and said, "This girl finally got it. Okay, I'll meet her some other day. As long as the boy is okay, the age difference won't be a big deal."

Qin Xiuru interrupted, "Yaya is already thirty-six years old, and she doesn't have many years of youth left. Do you really think that boy is willing to marry Yaya?"

What do you mean?
The smile on Jin Zhengming's face suddenly stopped, and he had a bad feeling.

Qin Xiuru glanced around and found that the nanny and housekeeper were not there. She felt relieved and stood up to sit next to her husband. She whispered, "Let me make it clear first. I really like Chengcheng and I am satisfied with him, so I agree to his relationship with Yaya. Don't be angry after listening to this."

The ominous premonition is even stronger.

Jin Zhengming's eyes changed, and he took a deep breath and said, "Wait a minute, forget it, don't say anything, I will pretend I know nothing."

He has lived his whole life and although he may not have any other skills, his ability to avoid suspicion in an emergency is second to none and he has even developed an intuition about it.

"What are you talking about?"

Qin Xiuru snorted, "You are a father, you don't know what to do, I say, you listen."

Hear the words.

Jin Zhengming could only listen, but he silently took the heart-protecting life-saving pill in one hand, ready to take it at any time.

And what his wife said was exactly what he expected from his intuition.

Song Cheng is very capable, but too capable and too popular with women, so he has other women and girlfriends outside.

The boy doesn't plan to get married, but he will take responsibility.

Ah.

What a joke!
His daughter is already 36 years old, but she is still his daughter. Given her status and position, how could she endure such humiliation and become someone else's mistress or concubine?
He is a billionaire and has lived for most of his life but he still doesn't have this ability. How could that kid do that?

"This tea set is a gift from Chengcheng."

Qin Xiuru glanced at her husband who was shaking with anger, raised her hand to help him calm down, and said slowly: "If you don't agree, you have to return the gift."

Kim Jong-myeong: !!!

What a joke, I’ve already given it to you, why should I give it back?

I, Jin Zhengming, will not return the treasures that I received with my own ability. I will never return them.

"If you don't pay it back, then you agree."

Qin Xiuru saw through her husband's thoughts and said with a smile, "Think about it, Yaya is already 36 and still can't get married. Now she finally finds someone she likes. Why should we be so pretentious?"

"Not to mention that Chengcheng is such an excellent child, he is good in every aspect. If he really didn't have those shortcomings, our daughter wouldn't have gotten such a good son-in-law."

"And given my daughter's temper, if she likes him, it means she has decided on Chengcheng. If we can influence her mind, she won't be unmarried at the age of 36."

"It's just that we're not getting married. Yaya has no objection. We don't necessarily have to have a wedding. At worst, we can just have the two kids hold one privately. There are many ways to do it."

"As for Chengcheng's other women outside, he loves to mess around so much, he is still young and capable, so let him be. As long as Yaya gets pregnant, we can have a grandson sooner."

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Qin Xiuru used all means including comfort, analysis, seduction and threat.

Jin Zhengming understood everything. After all, he was a man who had seen a lot of storms. His head was dizzy for a while, but after drinking a sip of freshly brewed tea, he calmed down and recovered.

He looked at his wife, frowned and asked, "Are you so fond of and satisfied with that boy?"

Qin Xiuru said with a smile: "That's because you haven't met Chengcheng. When you meet him, you will be very satisfied."

"The only disadvantage of the child is that she is more female. As long as you accept this disadvantage, everything else is good. I am very satisfied anyway."

"If she is so outstanding, the children she will have in the future will definitely be good too."

interesting.

It's really not easy to make your wife so satisfied.

Jin Zhengming drank tea and was lost in thought.

Is it true that my daughter can’t get married?
otherwise.

Apart from the fact that their daughter herself does not have a satisfactory partner, the fact that they, as parents, have allowed their daughter to remain single until now may also indicate that they are somewhat dissatisfied with the men in today's society.

At his point in life, not only does he need to marry someone of equal status, but he also needs to be a good person.

My daughter is so outstanding that most men are not worthy of her. There are only a few who are worthy of her, and they are all quite old.

Twenty-five-year-old young man
very young.

Jin Zhengming glanced at the teacup in his hand and the tea set in front of him and let out a breath.

Although the treasure was wonderful, he couldn't really sell his daughter for such a treasure, regardless of her happiness.

"Let's meet some other time."

He said in a deep voice: "Let's talk about it if that kid is really as good as you say."

As long as you don't refuse outright, it means there is still room for negotiation.

Qin Xiuru smiled brightly and said, "Okay, I'll go talk to the kid and ask him to come home some other day so you can meet him."

Having said that, he stood up and left, feeling happy.

Glancing at my wife.

Jin Zhengming exhaled again, squeezed the teacup in his hand slightly, then quickly relaxed after he realized what was happening, for fear of damaging the treasure.

No wonder he is so generous to give such a treasure, it turns out he is not a good person.

I don’t know where the baby came from. I can ask it when we meet next time.

Compared to baby.

He was also very interested in the fact that the boy named Song Cheng could make his mother and daughter so fond of and satisfied with him.

What's the magic that makes people like it so much?
Especially his own daughter, her character is so noble and her standards are very high. She is like a fairy high above everyone else, and ordinary mortals simply look down on her.

Jin Zhengming was thinking hard. When he thought of something, he immediately picked up his phone and made a call.

Soon, the call was connected.

Su Zhenye: "Hello, Mr. Jin."

Jin Zhengming said calmly: "Well, Lao Su, I have something to ask you."

Su Zhenye: "No problem."

Jin Zhengming: "Who is Song Cheng and what is his identity?"

Su Zhenye: "Yuzhu just asked me yesterday. Frankly speaking, I don't know either. However, Mr. Song is very powerful. The equity acquisition price he offered is irresistible. It can almost be said that he bought my entire company directly."

Su Zhenye's words on the phone were surprising.

Jin Zhengming listened for a long time, and finally agreed to have a meal together and talk about it in detail. Then he hung up the phone.

He drank his tea again, lost in thought.

He is young, rich and full of energy. No wonder he doesn't want to get married, but has affairs with other women and even dares to mess with his own daughter.

He was so generous and gave away such a rare treasure that is comparable to a national treasure.

Song Cheng, 25 years old.
Jin Zhengming felt lost. He recalled what he was doing when he was 25 years old and shook his head.

Can't compare.

I made my fortune when I was thirty years old, and I was still struggling when I was twenty-five.

If I had achieved what I have now at the age of 25, I would definitely have more than one wife and lover around me. How could I not be lustful when they are young and strong?

Song Cheng is too young.

This was the first time in his entire life that he had met someone so young with such great energy.

He now had some understanding of why his future son-in-law was so greedy.

However, understanding is one thing, but being able to accept it is another.

See you some other day.
the other side.

Yunhe Mansion.

The dinner was sumptuous, with delicious fish and meat filling the table.

"Wow, it smells so good."

Cao Yingying cried out softly, hugged her good brother who had just taken off his apron, and said softly: "Brother, you are so great, I love you so much."

It's hard not to love.

She is rich, looks so good, one in a million, and can cook so well.
Don't be so lucky to have a boyfriend like this.

In this regard.

Zhao Jie, who was carrying food on the side, glanced at the two of them and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, becoming even more frightened.

This man is so terrifying and so charming that no woman can resist him. No wonder Yingying is so obsessed with him.

But the more outstanding she is, the more afraid and terrified she becomes.

What frightened her even more was that her fear was mixed with inexplicable expectation, joy, and desire.
The desire to be as intimate with this devil as Yingying.

Zhao Jie couldn't help but be distracted. She was holding the fish soup in her hand and her foot almost hit the open kitchen counter.

Fortunately, there was no danger.

Because while Song Cheng was responding to the kiss from his secretary girlfriend, he casually took Zhao Jie into his arms and held the bottom of the bowl of fish soup with one hand to avoid spilling and wasting the good fish soup.

"Well."

Cao Yingying was so absorbed in the kiss that she panted slightly after they separated their mouths. She opened her mouth with a look of unsatisfied satisfaction, sticking out her tongue. Her eyes were filled with joy, and her expression was rosy and attractive, just like a juicy red apple, which whetted people's appetite.

Zhao Jie saw this scene clearly because she was carried close to her, and her face turned red.

"All right."

Song Cheng smiled and said, "Let's eat first."

Cao Yingying nodded in agreement, still leaning against him with her delicate body wrapped in a small shirt and pleated skirt, looking very fascinated.

Zhao Jie couldn't stand it anymore, so she quickly took the fish soup and left, not daring to look at Song Cheng.

In addition to fear, there is also shyness.

She recalled the afternoon when she was video chatting with Song Cheng in the office. She and her sisters were holding ice creams and showing their legs, showing all kinds of seductiveness. Also, Song Cheng was in an intimate posture with another beautiful woman in front of her. It was so embarrassing that she couldn't face Song Cheng calmly.

Return to the table.

"Zhao Zhao."

Cao Yingying sat happily next to her good brother, her beautiful legs in flesh-colored stockings stretched tightly, her feet stepping on the spotless sexy high heels that she wore at home. Suddenly she said, "Why don't you sit on my right side? Why are you sitting next to me?"

Zhao Jie lowered her head, looking ashamed to face people, and said in an inaudible voice: "No need, I'll just sit here."

Cao Yingying pouted.

Song Cheng smiled and said casually: "Don't sit down, squat aside and eat."

The words fell.

Zhao Jie's body trembled, and she felt again the fear that enveloped her whole body in the car last night. She felt humiliated at not being treated as a human being. She lowered her head, her eyes turned red, and tears of grievance rolled down her cheeks.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Cao Yingying said in a delicate voice: "You are not allowed to bully Zhao Zhao."

Song Cheng nodded.

Opposite her, Zhao Jie paused, then stood up with her bowl and chopsticks, then lowered her head, sobbed silently, and shed tears as she squatted silently beside the dining table.

Such a humble and lowly attitude makes people feel distressed.

"Zhao Zhao."

Cao Yingying was anxious, and quickly stood up and said, "What are you doing? Brother is trying to scare you, get up quickly."

Zhao Jie lowered her head to hide her face, shook her head, and whispered: "I am originally living under someone else's roof. Mr. Song likes me to squat, so I squat."

"It's okay, Yingying, go and eat."

How can this work?

Cao Yingying refused, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, squatted down with her legs together and said, "Then I'll squat with you."

See this.

Song Cheng paused for a moment on the 12cm high heels on the two women's silk feet, then picked up his secretary girlfriend and told her, "It's uncomfortable to squat, kneel down."

The words fell.

Zhao Jie's delicate body trembled again, and then she brought her beautiful black silk legs together under her hip skirt, and slowly knelt down on the cold floor.

"elder brother."

Cao Yingying cried and said in a tender voice, "Please don't bully Zhao Zhao like this, okay? If you want to bully someone, just bully me. I'm fine with it."

Hear the words.

Zhao Jie raised her head, wiped her tears and mustered up the courage to say, "No, no, Yingying, it's okay for me. I'm always bullied by others. It's okay."

"You are different."

“Boss Song, please bully me. It doesn’t matter how a rotten woman like me is bullied.”

As she spoke, tears welled up in her red eyes again, and I felt even more pity for her.

"No."

Cao Yingying shook her head and cried, "I don't want it."

almost.

Seeing the two sisters so affectionate.

Song Cheng put away his thoughts and said simply, "Okay, get up and sit next to me to eat."

Zhao Jie was stunned and said in a trembling voice: "I, I'll just kneel down."

Song Cheng frowned, his eyes turned cold, triggering the effect of his eye-killing ability.

next moment.

When their eyes met, Zhao Jie's face turned pale instantly and she felt an even deeper fear.

"no, do not want."

"I was wrong, Mr. Song, I'll get up right away."

"Please don't be angry, I will obey you, I will obey you."

As she spoke in a trembling voice, Zhao Jie's body trembled. She stood up shakily and climbed onto a chair beside her and sat down with her head down, like a frightened rabbit.

"Brother, your eyes are so scary."

Cao Yingying couldn't help but be afraid, but half of it was real fear, and half of it was just instinct, pretending to be naive.

"Is there any?"

Song Cheng smiled, put away his murderous gaze, kissed the little mouth of his secretary girlfriend in his arms, and said softly: "Are you okay now?"

Cao Yingying suddenly felt happy, and she nodded in agreement, with an extremely submissive attitude.

eat.

Song Cheng let go of his secretary girlfriend and immediately started eating dinner with the service of the two women.

During the dinner table, the two sisters kept taking the initiative to pick up food and feed their children.

At the end of the meal, the two sisters leaned completely on him, but Cao Yingying was very intimate and natural, while Zhao Jie was still humble, always keeping her head down, and her fearful look made people want to bully her.

After meal.

Song Cheng returned to the living room and sat down.

Zhao Jie went to wash the dishes.

"elder brother."

Cao Yingying called out, walking towards her with her beautiful legs in flesh-colored stockings crossed.

The woman is still wearing a pleated skirt and a bun, looking very cute.

However, she changed into a one-shoulder tube top with exposed shoulders. Her breasts were full and seemed to be about to burst through the clothes. The hem of the clothes was a little short, revealing her waist which was wrapped in shiny, thin and transparent flesh-colored stockings.

What is this, a waistband?

Song Cheng was very interested. He put down his phone and reached out to catch his cute girlfriend who was rushing towards him. His claws landed on the woman's waist without any hesitation, and it felt silky and wonderful.

"Why do you bully Zhao Zhao like that?"

Cao Yingying spread her legs and knelt on the sofa, sitting on Song Cheng's thighs, pouting and saying, "Big bad guy."

Song Cheng was helpless.

He couldn't help it either.

This woman Zhao Jie is a bit devilish. The more humble she is, the more he wants to bully her. It seems like there is something wrong with her mentally.

But he knew very well that there was nothing wrong with him mentally, but it was Zhao Jie who had the problem.

The characteristic of this woman is that once she becomes humble, it is easy for others to bully her.

It's quite strange.

It should be related to the other person's experience of being bullied frequently in the past. Because he is used to being bullied, he has developed this inexplicable temperament that can stimulate others' desire to bully him.

He is timid and looks easy to bully.

This feeling of wanting to bully is just like seeing a cute cat and being unable to resist touching it. It is unexpectedly addictive.
(End of this chapter)