Chapter 36: Chapter 34 Searching Everywhere for Qiao Jing

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Thin lips covered hers.

In the flash of lightning, it was a blitzkrieg.

Qiao Jing’s brain “buzzed” and exploded.

In just a few seconds, rage burst into flames.

She bit down on the mouth.

“Hiss—” The man winced in pain and pulled away slightly.

Qiao Jing raised her hand and brought it down hard.

“Mmh—” The man grunted, and fell towards Qiao Jing.

With quick reflexes, she caught the man’s face, pushed him aside, quickly got up from the bed, straightened out her evening gown that had been pulled open, and angrily turned to look at the man lying on the bed.

Truth be told, she really didn’t want to treat him, but considering that Zhan Qipei had helped her in the banquet hall just now, she had to suppress her anger.

Besides, it wasn’t what he wanted to do; his reason had long been devoured by the drug.

Thinking of this, the fire in Qiao Jing’s heart subsided somewhat.

Qiao Jing wiped her mouth, returned to the man’s side, laid him down flat, and continued to treat him.

It took a long time before Zhan Qipei regained consciousness.

He struggled to prop up his body, rubbing his aching temples.

The next second, Zhan Qipei’s eyes suddenly snapped open, his pupils dilated as he scanned the room.

“Where is she?”

She ran off again?

Zhan Qipei lifted the blanket to get out of bed, and the next second hastily covered himself again.

This woman, she knows only how to undress, not how to dress him?

If someone else with ill intentions came in, wouldn’t they see everything?

Zhan Qipei took out his phone and called Tang Yan.

“Investigate, who entered room 106 just now. Quickly!”

Tang Yan’s face showed difficulty upon hearing this.

“Boss, have you forgotten? This banquet is special. To protect their own privacy, the organizers had the hotel shut off all surveillance. So…”

“Damn it!” Zhan Qipei hissed out angrily through clenched teeth.

Tang Yan shuddered in fright.

“I—I’ll send someone to check immediately.”

After hanging up the phone, Zhan Qipei leaned back and pinched between his eyebrows, a way he often relieved pressure.

After calming down for a dozen seconds, Zhan Qipei started to analyze the situation carefully.

Without surprise, she must be a guest at the banquet.

With that thought, Zhan Qipei called Lu Zijiao to ask him to investigate the guest list for this banquet.

It’s just a clue—some people, like Qiao Jing, brought by guests, wouldn’t be on the list.

“Qiao Jing!”

Zhan Qipei suddenly sat up straight, by coincidence, she was there, too.

Zhan Qipei quickly dressed and left the private room. The banquet had just ended, and people were dispersing.

Zhan Qipei’s desperate gaze searched through the crowd, but after a long time, he still hadn’t seen Qiao Jing.

“Brother Pei, where did you go? I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Lou Xinrou came over and asked with concern.

“Have you seen Qiao Jing?” Zhan Qipei hastily asked.

Lou Xinrou clenched her teeth, her eyes nearly spitting fire with jealousy.

“She, she seemed to have left and didn’t wait for you,” Lou Xinrou said, emphasizing the latter part of her statement.

Qiao Jing didn’t wait for you, but she was different; she’d been waiting for you all along. Who cared about you the most? It was clear at a glance.

While Lou Xinrou was thinking this, Zhan Qipei did not give her another glance and turned around, running outside.

“Brother Pei! Pei—”

Lou Xinrou hadn’t finished shouting when Zhan Qipei had already run out of the hotel.

Lou Xinrou stomped her feet in anger and clenched her teeth before reluctantly following him.

Once Zhan Qipei left the hotel, he saw Qiao Jing standing by the road hailing a taxi.

“Qiao Jing!”

At this deep call, Qiao Jing turned her head in confusion, and just as she did, her wrist was grasped by the fast-approaching man.

Qiao Jing tried to withdraw her hand, but Zhan Qipei tightened his grip, restraining her wrist.

“Was it you just now?” Zhan Qipei asked with an urgent look, his deep eyes staring intently at Qiao Jing.

“What was me?” Qiao Jing feigned ignorance and retorted without answering.

Zhan Qipei squinted, scrutinizing Qiao Jing, trying to spot any trace of lying on her face. Yet, the girl remained indifferent, making it hard to see through her.

Could it really not be her?

“What were you doing half an hour ago?”

“What could I do? Eat.”

“Is that all?”

“Does going to the restroom count?” Qiao Jing continued to respond calmly.

The more Qiao Jing acted like nothing had happened, the more doubts crept into Zhan Qipei’s mind.

Was he really overthinking it?

Qiao Jing lifted her hand that was being held, “You’re pinching me. It hurts.”

Zhan Qipei frowned and released Qiao Jing’s hand, and upon doing so, he saw her wrist reddened by his grip.

Indeed, in his agitation, he had used a lot of force.

“Get in the car, I have ointment inside.”

“No need, it’ll be fine in a while,” Qiao Jing said as she rubbed her wrist to relieve the bruise.

Lou Xinrou watched as Qiao Jing and Zhan Qipei left side by side, her jealousy growing wildly.

The next day, after Zhan Qipei had left, Lou Xinrou sought out Qiao Jing.

“What are you here for?” Qiao Jing frowned and asked Lou Xinrou.

Now whenever Lou Xinrou saw Qiao Jing, a fire burned within her; so much so that in her anger she couldn’t maintain her usual decorum and grace.

“Qiao Jing! I’m asking you, what did you do to Brother Pei? Why is he so different towards you? Could it be… could it be that you shamelessly climbed into his bed?!”