My American magical life
Chapter 329 - 329 10 The Blue Sea_2

329: Chapter 10 The Blue Sea_2 329: Chapter 10 The Blue Sea_2 But why did you so smoothly forget why I couldn’t shoot the footage?

“Cheng Daqi, I want to get this done today.

Next week over and over, how plentiful next week will be~”

I don’t buy it, I’ll keep dropping hints!

She opened the car door, and CEO Cheng climbed into the car.

Zhao Hongjin stood outside the car alone, completely numb.

Aren’t you going to reply to me first?

“Brother, can’t you help me think about the footage?

My hints were so obvious.”

Yet it had to be Zhao Hongjin, with her no-nonsense, speak-your-mind character, which was far too comfortable.

“Haha, I was actually looking forward to you dropping more hints.

You were quite spectacular just now, CEO Zhao.”

Cheng Daqi started the car, teasing Zhao Hongjin, who sat in the passenger seat.

“I thought you were really distracted by something just now.

You’re truly…

despicable!”

Zhao Hongjin retorted huffily, but this girl wasn’t very good at insulting people, so while her emotions were spot on, her expression wasn’t.

She felt a bit of regret, regretting that perhaps her standards had been too high in the past, which made her seem somewhat lacking in assertiveness in front of CEO Cheng.

“I indeed was thinking about something.

Domo’s family resources are quite good, and he’s interested in venturing into the restaurant business.

Have you looked into the field of Chinese restaurants going international?”

Cheng Daqi spoke at length, and seeing Zhao Hongjin shake her head curiously, he continued.

“The history of Chinese food going overseas is long, starting from over a hundred years ago when Chinese workers went to America to build railroads, although that might be an exaggeration.

But looking at the development of Chinese restaurants in Europe and America in recent years, it’s actually not that popular.

The problems here are quite interesting.”

The girl with the peach blossom eyes felt CEO Cheng wasn’t quite right and countered.

“I can even order takeout from Chinese restaurants on my phone, and there are many Chinese restaurants here in Saint Rodu.”

“Most of them cater to the Chinese community, and only a minority are localized enough to attract some local customers.

In reality, the ceiling is quite low.”

“But from what you’re saying, it seems like you want to collaborate with Domo?” Ah Zhao is never slow, it’s just that CEO Cheng often comes off as too clever, making her seem not so smart.

“Yeah, he’s a smart person, and his father is a construction tycoon on the West Coast.

I can see his only flaw might be a lack of confidence, including his cautiousness and…

uh, being deceived by women, all manifestations of insecurity.”

Cheng Daqi gripped the steering wheel with one hand, replying to messages in the Shanhaiguan work group on his phone with the other.

“What about me, then?

What flaws do you think I have?”

A certain passenger posed the question, causing CEO Cheng’s face to tighten.

Sister, weren’t we talking about entrepreneurship?

Little Zhao was nineteen this year, and she wanted to be as perfect a girl as possible.

So, she was actually looking forward to CEO Cheng’s answer.

If CEO Cheng pointed out her flaws, she would actively work on them—of course, she would also be upset.

If CEO Cheng couldn’t point them out, she would feel like he was brushing her off—she’d still be upset.

Zhao Hongjin herself didn’t realize how troublesome this question was, but CEO Cheng always had a way of turning troubles into jest.

“Actually, you have quite a few flaws, but those flaws make you seem very real and lively.

If I really had to point one out, it’s that your skin seems to have gotten worse recently.

Look at your forehead, isn’t there a bit of a color difference with the rest of your face?”

Well, Zhao Hongjin tossed him a headache, Cheng Daqi dodged it, and threw back an even bigger one.

Now, she had no time to be upset.

The girl immediately turned on her phone’s front camera and started scrutinizing her pitiful forehead.

Glancing at little Zhao through the rearview mirror, who was meticulously examining her skin, CEO Cheng struggled to keep his composure, his lips twitching slightly.

Ha, that’s for troubling me!

No matter how mature, intelligent, innocent, kind, or cute you are, in the end, you’re a girl who cares about changes in her skin.

—————–

The car stopped in a parking lot by the Saint Rodu coastal road, and Zhao Hongjin got out, rubbing her reddened forehead.

“Why are we here?” Little Zhao asked sullenly.

The girl with the peach blossom eyes discovered that her skin really had gotten worse, and it pained her.

“Look over there.”

CEO Cheng sat on the car hood, his back to Zhao Hongjin, simply pointing towards the distant beach.

“Oh my God, what’s that?”

Little Zhao covered her mouth in astonishment, stepping forward to take in the stunning blue beach.

Under the night sky, the black sea licked the shore, rolling up layer upon layer of fine foam.

But the waves tonight were not the usual white.

They were blue.

Blue waves rolled up, disturbing the beach under the dance of the tide, leaving behind some blue specks of light on the sand before silently slipping away.

The miles-long beach was tinged with pale blue, and the color of the nearshore waters was also blue.

At this moment, the blue sea seemed to come alive, joyously calling out to everyone who saw it.

“Shall we go take a look to see if we can use this material?” CEO Cheng tilted his head and asked Zhao Hongjin.

“Of course, let’s go,” the girl with the peach-blossom eyes responded.

The material was fantastic, far beyond her expectations.

Following the trail from the parking lot, they walked towards the beach.

“Do you think my skin has gotten worse because I’ve been busy filming videos lately?” Ah Zhao asked softly.

CEO Cheng replied with a smile.

“When light from a single source shines upon an object, it is refracted differently due to the variations on the object’s surface—thus, shadows appear.”

His explanation was a bit technical with terms like light and refraction, but not excessively so, and soon Ah Zhao understood.

She spoke tersely.

“So, my skin hasn’t gotten worse?

What you said just now was…?”

Zhao Hongjin wasn’t one to jump to hasty conclusions, even if CEO Cheng seemed suspicious, she wouldn’t presume his guilt.

“What I meant was, it might have been the shadows that made it look like I was mistaken.”

Cheng Daqi was too cunning, give him an inch, and he’d take a mile.

His reply further confirmed Ah Zhao’s suspicions.

You’re playing me?

You’re nothing but a barking dog!

Frustrated, Ah Zhao threw two punches at Cheng Daqi’s back, or rather, at the air he had passed through, leaving her ‘lesson’ behind.

“There are still quite a few people here, yeah, but not many black people, after all, it’s a suburban coast.”

After confirming there weren’t many oddities, CEO Cheng turned back with a smile to talk to Zhao Hongjin.

Then, they both froze.

Ah Zhao was in the midst of throwing what she called ‘excited punches’ at an imaginary thug, with a poorly managed smirk on her face.

CEO Cheng glared at Ah Zhao, and she pretended as if nothing had happened.

The girl with the peach-blossom eyes tried to cover up her ‘sneak attack’ by acting busy, but she twisted and turned so much she nearly became a twisted doughnut, without finding a way to ease the awkwardness.

Who punches the air while walking, honestly…

She had no choice but to put her hands behind her back, puff out her lips, and start whistling as if nothing had happened.

But because she wasn’t skilled at whistling…

her whistling made her look like a silly mute.

Awkwardness upon awkwardness, and I’m the only one to bear it…

Ah Zhao felt wronged internally but couldn’t voice it.

Out of Cheng Daqi’s sight, she had already dug her toes into an imaginary three-bedroom, two-living room suite.

Noticing Zhao Hongjin’s embarrassment, CEO Cheng’s eyes flickered with a plan.

“Ah Zhao, you’re so kind, thinking of giving me a massage after driving for so long, thank you,” he said.

If the heavens have feelings, they too would grow old; the path of righteousness in this world is full of vicissitudes.

How could there be someone like him!

With giggles and muttered words, Zhao Hongjin indicated that indeed she had reluctantly considered giving CEO Cheng a massage.

“I’m gonna rent a beach chair first,” CEO Cheng said with a smile.

“Ah, aren’t there just two of us?” Zhao Hongjin asked, puzzled.

“You’ll be in charge of the massage, and I’ll be responsible for lying on the beach chair, guiding your work~” CEO Cheng smiled joyfully.

As everyone knows, a smile doesn’t appear out of nowhere; when Cheng Daqi smiled, there definitely was someone else who couldn’t.

The one who couldn’t smile was Ah Zhao.

About tonight’s theme, she thought it was going to be a pleasant nighttime walk on the beach, but now, she turned into the pitiful massage therapist, Paru.

“I’m…

so wronged, ah!”

CEO Cheng found himself abruptly pressed down on the sand beach by an infuriated Ah Zhao.

She sat astride Cheng Daqi’s waist, glaring fiercely at him.

The blue waves rolled in again, and each time they did, the blue specks they left on the beach would illuminate the sands for a long time.