"According to the contract, your unilateral breach requires you to compensate our losses. The compensation amount is not small. Can you reconsider?" Mi Jing sincerely requested.
This coffee shop was opened by her and Li Bao'er after a lot of time and effort. Although it didn't make much money, they had developed a deep emotional attachment to this place. How could they bear to lose it!
"I've thought it through before coming to you. If you are really reluctant to close the coffee shop, you can try to communicate with the buyer. The day after tomorrow, I will officially sign the contract with the buyer."
That seems to be the only way. Because they simply didn't have enough money to buy this shop.
Mi Jing was a bit frustrated but had to muster up her spirits and asked, "Can you give me the buyer's contact information?"
The landlord took out a business card from her bag, and Mi Jing took it. After seeing the information on the card clearly, she instantly got furious!
Sky Clothing Company's PR Manager - Li Jia!
Damn! This woman really is like an unshakable ghost! As soon as there's a chance, she causes trouble and irritates her!
Did she kill Li Jia's whole family in her previous life?
Otherwise, why does this woman always chase after her like a mad dog!
After chatting with the landlord, Mi Jing's mood hit rock bottom. She returned to Shen Lingxing's place, where the large house was empty and cold, adding to her already depressed mood a sense of loneliness.
For the past twenty years or so, there was always someone to care for her whenever she came home. Even when her parents were busy with work, Mi Wan always carefully took care of her and accompanied her.
At this time, Mi Jing really wanted to find someone to vent her chaotic emotions. But after thinking again and again, she felt that no one was suitable.
Her parents were old, and she didn't want them to worry about her issues, so she couldn't tell them; Mi Wan was her confidante, and in the past, she would have unabashedly poured out her troubles to her. But now, Mi Wan had her own troubles to deal with. How could she add to her burden?
As for her good friends, some had gone abroad, some were traveling, some were on their honeymoon, and others were busy with work. So, she didn't want to disturb any of them.
Since she couldn't find a suitable person to confide in, she decided not to think about the troubling matters for now.
Mi Jing then went upstairs, changed into her pajamas, and lay down on the soft, comfortable bed to sleep.
When she woke up, the sky outside was dark. Mi Jing grabbed her phone, checked the time, then got out of bed, looked around the house, and confirmed that Shen Lingxing hadn't returned. She climbed back into bed again.
Mi Jing lay on the bed, staring at the chandelier on the ceiling in a daze.
How could she resolve the crisis that the coffee shop was facing this time? Was there really no other way but to go to Li Jia?
Li Jia just had some money in her family...
Got it!
Mi Jing's mind suddenly sparked with inspiration. She sat up excitedly from the bed.
Li Jia had money, and Shen Lingxing had money too! How could she have forgotten about him!
Compared to going to Li Jia, Mi Jing was naturally much more willing to trouble Shen Lingxing.
With that thought, Mi Jing immediately dialed Shen Lingxing's phone number. After a few rings, the call was connected.
"Are you coming back for dinner?" Before asking for his help, Mi Jing planned to make dinner as a small bribe.
"You've cooked dinner?" Shen Lingxing didn't answer but asked calmly, so Mi Jing couldn't detect his surprise.
"I'm cooking now. Will you come back to eat?"
"Hmm, I'll be home in about half an hour."
Upon hearing this, Mi Jing breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, there was still time. Fortunately, she had gone home to fetch her car today and had brought back a few dishes her father made.
After ending the call, Mi Jing put on a coat, hurried downstairs, and rushed into the kitchen, thinking that the first thing to do was to cook the rice.
The kitchen was neatly organized, with all the essential seasonings, ingredients, and utensils. As a result, Mi Jing quickly found the rice in the cupboard, washed it, and started cooking it. She then slowly heated the dishes.
By the time Shen Lingxing returned home, Mi Jing had already finished preparing dinner. Three dishes were placed on the dining table, with steam faintly rising from them.
"Did you cook all these dishes?" He asked, puzzled. She had said she couldn't cook, but the dishes on the table had great colors, clearly made by someone with cooking skills. Was she lying, or were they takeouts? After speculating, Shen Lingxing asked in confusion.
"No." Mi Jing paused while serving the rice and said, "I brought them from home. My dad made them."
Shen Lingxing immediately understood and didn't ask more. He washed his hands and then sat down to eat with Mi Jing.
"How's the taste? Is it good?" Mi Jing asked with a smile.
Hearing this, Shen Lingxing looked up at Mi Jing. He was familiar with that eager-to-please expression. When she had asked him to pretend to be her boyfriend, she had the same look.
"It's good." Shen Lingxing answered honestly.
"Then eat more." Mi Jing's smile deepened, and her attitude became even more fawning.
Shen Lingxing didn't say anything this time. He continued eating calmly, making it impossible for Mi Jing to read his mood and thoughts.
Should she say it now, or after dinner? Mi Jing was caught in this dilemma, losing her appetite.
She held the chopsticks and stirred the rice in her bowl without picking up any dishes. Shen Lingxing couldn't bear to watch anymore and said, "Whatever it is, let's talk after dinner."
How did he know she had something to say to him?
Mi Jing looked up in surprise at the calmly eating Shen Lingxing, wondering if she had been so obvious. Had he seen through her attempts to seek his help so clearly?
Sigh, fawning and flattering is really an art! With her clumsy and obvious attempts to please, she feared she might just annoy Shen Lingxing!
Mi Jing was a bit upset and instinctively wanted to explain but realized that there was nothing to explain. The dinner she prepared did indeed have a purpose.
Time passed slowly in silence. Mi Jing, feeling heavy-hearted, had little appetite and only ate half a bowl of rice. On the other hand, Shen Lingxing was the opposite. Being busy with work, he usually had his lunch and dinner outside, rarely having the chance to enjoy such delicious home-cooked meals. So, tonight, he had a great appetite, ate two bowls of rice, and finished all the dishes, leaving only the oily juices in the three plates.
"What is it? Say it now." Shen Lingxing, satisfied with the meal, took the napkin Mi Jing handed him, wiped his mouth, and asked in a good mood.
Hearing him ask on his own initiative, Mi Jing was delighted, and she briefly but clearly explained the difficulties she was encountering.