Earning 100 million a day, yet trapped in a county town.

Chapter 87 Who are you with? Male or female?

Not long after hanging up the phone, Shen Qingxue arrived downstairs at the hotel.

Back in her room, Shen Qingxue took off her coat and sprawled out on the bed, feeling exhausted.

The ceiling light was a bit too bright, so she raised her arm to shield her eyes.

Today was a very tiring day.

First, he spent his days and nights dealing with Zhong Zhaolong, smiling as he handed over red envelopes and saying a lot of polite things.

Then came his duel with Edison Wang.

That person was much more shrewd than she had imagined; he spoke so shrewdly that she couldn't extract any useful information from him.

Finally, he had to pretend nothing had happened and drink three glasses of wine with Zhong Zhaolong and his friends.

Shen Qingxue turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

All she wants to do right now is take a shower and then go to sleep; she doesn't want to think about anything else.

Just then, my phone rang.

It's the ringtone for a WeChat video call.

Shen Qingxue opened her phone and saw the video caller ID: Dong Xiaocheng.

Dong Xiaocheng was her boyfriend of seven years.

Shen Qingxue sighed, sat up, and leaned against the headboard.

She straightened her hair and tugged at her collar to make sure she didn't look like she had just lain down.

Then I pressed the answer button.

A man's face appeared on the screen.

"Why did it take you so long to answer?"

This was Dong Xiaocheng's first sentence.

Shen Qingxue resisted the urge to roll her eyes and smiled, "I was busy and didn't hear you."

"What are you busy with? Still busy so late?"

"Just got back from meeting a client."

Dong Xiaocheng said "Oh," and looked at Shen Qingxue's back on the screen.

Where are you now? At a hotel?

"Um.

"Is the room alright? Let me see it."

Shen Qingxue knew he wasn't really concerned about the room.

He wanted to see if there was anyone else in the room.

They had been dating for seven years; she knew him all too well.

Whenever he goes on a business trip, Dong Xiaocheng will make a video call from time to time.

Sometimes it's at night, sometimes at noon, and sometimes at seven in the morning.

They never give any advance notice; they just call out of the blue.

They use euphemisms like "I miss you" or "Let me see if you've eaten."

It's basically a check-up.

Shen Qingxue suppressed her irritation, held up her phone, and spun the camera around the room.

"Look, it's just me. Bed, TV, curtains, bathroom. Are you satisfied?"

Dong Xiaocheng didn't speak, his eyes fixed on the screen, as if he was checking something.

"Let's check the restrooms too," he said.

Shen Qingxue took a deep breath.

She picked up her phone, walked to the bathroom door, pushed it open, and the camera scanned the inside.

"Toilet, sink, shower. Empty, nobody's there."

Her tone was already a little impatient.

Dong Xiaocheng understood, but didn't say anything.

"Alright, alright, I was just concerned about you, why are you throwing a tantrum?"

Shen Qingxue didn't reply, but walked back to the bedside and sat down.

"What did you do today?" Dong Xiaocheng asked.

"Meeting a client."

"What kind of customer?"

"From a garment factory."

"Male or female?"

Shen Qingxue gripped her phone tightly.

Again.

This is always the case.

First, they checked the room to make sure no one else was there.

Then they started questioning you: who you met, who you ate with, whether the other person was male or female, how old they were, and whether you added them on WeChat.

Sometimes, when she was discussing serious business with a client, Dong Xiaocheng would call.

She hung up, and the other person kept calling, one after another, until she had no choice but to answer.

Once, while she was having dinner with a major distributor of Meiwei, Dong Xiaocheng made seven phone calls in a row.

She had no choice but to answer, saying, "I'm busy, I'll call you back later."

Dong Xiaocheng yelled into the phone, "What are you so busy with? Who are you with? A man or a woman?"

The noise was so loud that even the dealers nearby could hear it.

The distributor smiled, raised his glass, and said, "Director Shen, your boyfriend seems to care about you a lot."

Shen Qingxue wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

"There are both men and women," Shen Qingxue said. "Today is the opening ceremony, and there are many people."

How many people?

"Dozens."

"There are more men and more women?"

Shen Qingxue closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Dong Xiaocheng, I'm tired. I've been running around all day, standing all day, and I've had three drinks. I want to take a shower and go to sleep."

She hung up without waiting for his reply.

The screen went dark.

The room fell silent.

Shen Qingxue tossed her phone aside, leaned against the headboard, and stared at the ceiling.

My mind is a mess.

Seven years have passed.

Seven years have passed since university.

When they first got together, Dong Xiaocheng wasn't like this.

Back then, he was sunny and cheerful, had a group of friends, and loved playing ball and singing.

Shen Qingxue felt that this person was very energetic and she was happy to be with him.

After graduation, the two stayed in the same city to work.

Shen Qingxue joined Meiwei, starting as a marketing assistant.

Dong Xiaocheng joined a small company as a technical staff member, earning a monthly salary of four thousand yuan.

For the first two years, their salaries were about the same, and they lived a tight life, but there were no major conflicts.

Later, Shen Qingxue was promoted.

Assistant to specialist, specialist to supervisor, supervisor to manager, manager to director.

My salary increased from 3,000 to 5,000, from 5,000 to 8,000, and from 8,000 to the current 15,000.

What about Dong Xiaocheng?

Seven years have passed, and the price has increased from four thousand to six thousand.

I've worked for three different companies, and my position has always been "engineer's assistant".

It's clear he couldn't compete with others and couldn't get promoted, but he insists on making excuses like, "Being a leader is so tiring; you have to manage people and take the blame. I'm fine with what I have now; I can leave work on time and have weekends off."

These are his exact words.

Shen Qingxue didn't say anything at the time.

She thought, maybe he really doesn't like to compete or fight.

Everyone has their own ambitions; we shouldn't force them.

But gradually, Dong Xiaocheng began to change.

I've become more sensitive, more suspicious, and more controlling.

Shen Qingxue was working overtime, and he called to ask, "Who are you working overtime with?"

When Shen Qingxue was away on a business trip, he checked up on her via video call.

Shen Qingxue was having lunch with a male colleague when he said sarcastically, "You two seem to have a good relationship."

Shen Qingxue had mentioned breaking up.

Last winter, after an argument, she said, "Dong Xiaocheng, let's break up."

Dong Xiaocheng was stunned, and then cried.

Cry like a child.

"Qingxue, I know I'm not good enough for you. I'm truly afraid of losing you. You're becoming more and more outstanding, while I'm becoming more and more ordinary. I'm afraid that one day you'll meet someone better and won't want me anymore."

Shen Qingxue's heart softened when she saw him crying.

Seven years of relationship cannot be let go with just a few words.

She thought he would change.

But as it turns out, a person won't change just because you're soft-hearted; they'll only become more ruthless.

Shen Qingxue turned over and pulled the blanket over her head.

forget about it.

I have important business to attend to tomorrow.

The task assigned by Wen Guoliang is not yet complete.

They dug up Lu Mingyuan and Jiang Yinan.

That's what she should be thinking about right now.

As for Dong Xiaocheng—

Shen Qingxue closed her eyes.