My American magical life
Chapter 115 - 115 39 I Don't Care

115: Chapter 39 “I Don’t Care 115: Chapter 39 “I Don’t Care At 10:30 p.m., all the hostages inside the Red Street Library were “killed” by the brave officers from Niangniang Temple precinct.

When Cheng Daqi walked out of the rubble of the Red Street Library holding Sani’s hand, he felt nothing but exhaustion.

That kind of exhaustion that comes from the relief after surviving a catastrophe.

So much had happened in just half a day.

All he wanted was to get some sleep as soon as possible.

The female reporter Ian excitedly held her microphone, attempting to interview Gru, who led the team to rescue the hostages.

Jax stood in front of her, ensuring she wouldn’t harass his BOSS.

“Friends, I know you’re all tired, but I have to send you to the hospital first for some necessary checks.

Don’t worry, we won’t call an ambulance, and the government will cover the medical expenses.”

Gru first soothed the hostages, then went to report to Niusen.

After sending messages of safety to Lisa and Temir, Cheng Daqi got into the police car with Sani.

“The nightmare is finally over, and now I just want to go back and get some good sleep.”

Blackie naturally leaned on Cheng Daqi’s shoulder.

Having gone through a life-and-death crisis, Cheng Daqi had fully realized that his relationship with Sani needed to enter a new stage.

Sani wasn’t even eighteen; of course, it wasn’t about romance.

But now he could be sure that Sani was undoubtedly the most trustworthy person he had in America.

“Ha, seems we’re thinking alike.”

“What?” Blackie was a bit puzzled.

Are you in a rush, bro?

We were just at a gunfight, and we’ve just made it out alive; are you that eager to get it on with me?

It’s not that it’s impossible, but isn’t it a bit outrageous?

“I mean, I’m also really tired, um, that’s all.”

As Cheng Daqi dealt with Blackie verbally, he was busy replying to messages from different people on his phone.

Cao Yueyue had already sent many messages.

‘Boss, I’ve arrived at the company, there are people here to receive me, everything is going smoothly.’

‘Boss, the screenwriter is also here, but what are we supposed to do now?’

‘Boss, they think I’m the leader, I said I’m not, but they don’t believe me.’

Cao Yueyue was really anxious.

The boss was in America, affected by the time difference.

Usually, she would report to Cheng Daqi every morning, but today she couldn’t wait for his reply.

That was not all.

Other people from the company had also started to arrive gradually.

In the headquarters of Dongxin, Cao Yueyue sat awkwardly in a separate office area, staring with large eyes at the small eyes of the new colleagues.

“Tell the screenwriters to create a screenplay that revolves around the kidnapping of a wealthy girl, keep the number of characters under four,

work on it separately, and I will choose the best one for production.

Just dangle the carrot for them, can you handle that?”

Cheng Daqi had yet to establish specific company rules and evaluation mechanisms, but business could start running.

Talented and thoughtful people always have intrinsic motivation, and he naturally wouldn’t shortchange those who do well.

“Boss, can you draw a carrot for me first, to set an example, can you?”

Cao Yueyue had genuinely never done such a thing before, she needed Cheng Daqi to give her some direction.

“If you handle this well, I’ll promote you and make you the vice president of the company.

Now, get to work!”

Dilly-dallying, with no intrinsic motivation!

Xiao Cao, perk up.

I’m just a vocational school graduate, and you’re directly offering me the position of vice president?

With a snort, Cao Yueyue thought the offered carrot was too big to swallow.

No, CEO Cheng was reminding me from another angle to be mindful of the scale when offering incentives to the screenwriters.

I get it now, CEO Cheng!

Xiao Cao was frantically supplementing Cheng Daqi’s jest with a reasonable logic loop in her head.

But what can one do, that’s the life of an employee.

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“He replied to me!

Mi’er, Chan seems to still be alive!”

The blonde couldn’t quite describe how she felt, but she was certain that her long-suspended heart could finally rest easy.

The live television broadcast had been cut off for two hours, and she had been on tenterhooks that whole time.

Temir was taking a bath in the bathtub in the bedroom.

The masseuse from Missouri was giving her a hydrotherapy massage.

“As long as he’s alive, that’s good enough for me.

I was hoping he could help me gain some followers, but are you sure you don’t want to join me for a bath, honey?”

“In your dreams!

I’m going to sleep; I’ve been watching TV all day, and my eyes are sore.”

Lisa wasn’t about to walk into the lion’s den; she chose to beat a hasty retreat.

Temir hummed in dissatisfaction and sent Cheng Daqi a message.

‘Chan, I was really worried about you today.

Are you hurt?’

The black girl stared at Cheng Daqi’s phone screen, watching him chat with Temir.

She wanted to interrupt but felt it would be impolite, so she held her tongue.

She just watched angrily as Cheng Daqi quickly typed a reply.

Cheng ‘I was hit by a stone that the explosion blasted my way, but it’s nothing serious.’

Temir ‘!?

I’m coming to find you right now!’

“You were hit by a stone?” The black girl clutched Cheng Daqi’s arm anxiously.

Cheng Daqi hadn’t mentioned this to Sani; she had just found out.

But she had already come to think of Cheng Daqi as ‘family,’ and hearing such news, how could Sani not be concerned?

“Emm, no, I just wanted to trick her out of some money.”

Cheng Daqi chose to reveal part of the truth.

He really did need a wealthy patroness to support him financially right now, to buy an identity.

After this life-and-death crisis, his biggest realization was that there was no need to live so uptight.

With such connections, he might as well make use of them.

If he didn’t use them today or tomorrow, it might be too late the day he lost his life.

“Ah?

Then you’re not tricking me, are you?”

The ‘honesty’ of Cheng Daqi took the black girl by surprise.

“Haha, I wouldn’t trick her, and even less so you.

I was just saying that.”

If someone else had made such a dubious statement, Sani would simply sneer at them and offer a polite ‘idiot’ in response.

But hearing it from Cheng Daqi, she could only feel an unshakeable trust.

Love, it’s always a strange and indescribable thing.

Cheng ‘Temir, I’m really touched that you would think that way, but I must apologize to you.’

Temir ‘Apologize?

We’ve only known each other for two days; what’s there to apologize for?’

Cheng ‘Do you remember when we first met?

We started speaking at the same time, and stopped at the same time; it was quite interesting.’

Temir ‘Yeah, it felt like a special kind of connection at the time, but also a bit awkward.’

Cheng ‘It was intentional.

That coincidence was a social skill I used on purpose, hoping to use some ridiculous skills to make you my friend.’

Reading the message on her phone, Temir climbed out of the bathtub.

Her naked body, glistening with droplets of water, was even more enchanting.

Tilting her head back, the wealthy black-haired woman pondered over Cheng Daqi’s words.

The masseuse dried her off and helped her into a sleep robe.

Closing her eyes, Temir reminisced about the details of meeting Cheng Daqi two days ago.

“By saying that, are you looking to pick a fight with her?”

Sani didn’t understand why Cheng Daqi would say such things and asked, puzzled.

“In this situation, you should be worried that I used the same tricks on you.”

Seeing that Temir hadn’t replied, Cheng Daqi wasn’t in a hurry and instead started teasing the black girl.

“I don’t mind.”

With a light response, Sani continued to watch the screen.

She was quite eager to see what the lady across the message would reply.