Soul Patch

Chapter 67 Working Here

What did I do?

Upon hearing Yang Shanshan's scathing rebuke, Wenjie froze on the spot.

He looked at his boss in bewilderment, then at Zhang Yang. The two of them ignored Bai Yu's situation and crowded around, staring at him with wide-eyed curiosity.

They're just bored out of their minds.

Wenjie grunted into the phone, which was his usual way of indicating that he had heard.

Chatting with Bai Yu is always like this: if we have different opinions but don't want to argue, we just say "uh-huh".

Bai Yu might understand, but Yang Shanshan might not.

Yes, she definitely wouldn't understand.

Wenjie could only add in a somber tone, "I'm a bit busy right now, Bai Yu got into trouble."

Wenjie's voice grew softer and softer as he spoke, until he could barely continue.

"I can't be bothered to listen to you. Your excuses are so perfunctory!"

Yang Shanshan slammed down the phone and threw it onto the sofa with a thud.

She deliberately didn't look at her phone, for one second, two seconds, ten seconds, but couldn't help grabbing it back angrily.

I stared at the black screen, which seemed to have run out of power and shut down. After watching for a long time, there was still no movement.

Yang Shanshan couldn't resist pressing the lock screen button again, and "snap!" the phone lit up again!

Tears finally streamed down her face, defying her will.

That damn Wenjie, he didn't even bother to call back and explain.

She threw her phone onto the sofa, grabbed a cushion from the sofa, and started smashing it against the phone repeatedly.

"Ugh, this person is so infuriating!"

Yang Shanshan wiped away her tears with a tissue. Her heart was pounding with pain, and she felt like she was going to explode if she didn't say it out loud.

"Weiwei, I'm not happy."

"Oh, what's wrong? I didn't even say I was unhappy. Who upset our beautiful girl?"

Huang Weiwei spoke lightly, sounding nothing like someone who was about to close down and lose millions.

"Weiwei, sob sob... Wenjie went to fool around with another woman today. I... I blush when I see him. He always keeps his distance from me. I thought he was faithful, I thought he was different from other men..."

Yang Shanshan choked back tears, wiping her nose with a tissue. "It's all fake! He's a scumbag! A deadbeat scumbag!"

"That's so true, Shanshan, you really understand me."

Huang Weiwei rolled around on the bed, as happy as a child.

"The shop fired the supervisor. My brother locked the door yesterday, and I told him to leave the key in the mailbox outside the bakery."

When I arrived at the store today, I saw Jia Nan with a man in a suit and leather shoes.

"What does that person do?" Yang Shanshan asked in surprise.

"Selling out a shop? That's unbelievable! Someone's still buying that shop at this time of year."

"Really? What's the offer?"

Yang Shanshan was also very excited when she heard this. Huang Weiwei had an outgoing personality and a somewhat arrogant attitude, so she was not suitable for working.

She had messed up several jobs before, so her brother invested some money to let her open a shop.

If she loses everything because of this, what will she do in the future?

“After all this, they’re not stupid. They’ve lowered the price a bit. I’ve discussed it with my brother, and he thinks it’s feasible. We’re already drafting the transfer agreement.”

Huang Weiwei lay in bed, thinking about the scene when she pushed open the door to the store today and saw Jia Nan making coffee at the beverage bar.

It felt like a dream; she even reached out and pinched her own thigh.

What a spineless coward! She secretly despised herself.

"Why are you here?" Huang Weiwei remembered asking Jia Nan that question at the time.

"Don't I work here?"

Jia Nan didn't look up and continued with her work.

He had asked himself this question before, but hadn't come to any answer.

After Huang Weiwei left, the man in the suit asked in a deep voice, "Are you really going to take over this... shop for 80?"

Jia Nan glanced at him and saw him scanning the bakery, his gaze landing on the police tape at the entrance.

His eyes were full of disdain, as if he wouldn't want to get involved in this mess even if it were given to him for free.

Jia Nan withdrew her gaze and returned to the beverage bar to brew coffee. Soon, a cup of black coffee was handed to the man in the suit.

The man in the suit raised an eyebrow indifferently, tossed aside the lid of his coffee cup, stirred the dark brown coffee inside, and took a sip: "Not bad."

Jia Nan made herself a cappuccino and sat down on the sofa opposite him.

"It's not so easy to brew a smooth, delicate cup of coffee with a great taste. Too much sugar or milk will make it cloying, and too much coffee powder will make it bitter..."

Jia Nan swirled her coffee cup, seemingly lost in thought.

The man across from her slammed his coffee cup onto the coffee table: "Jia Nan, are you planning to make coffee here for the rest of your life?"

(End of this chapter)