Chapter 49: Chapter 47: Zhan Qipei’s Rage Spirals Out of Control
 

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked beyond belief.

Zhan Qipei’s fists clenched tight as a cold sternness rose from beneath his feet, his face as dark and terrible as a typhoon passing by.

Meanwhile, the Deng couple was overjoyed, almost cheering out loud, thinking their ancestors must be emitting green smoke from their graves for them to stumble upon such good fortune!

Deng Yunyi slightly furrowed his brow, admitting that Qiao Jing was truly beautiful, but he had his principles—he only liked outstanding girls.

A vase like Qiao Jing was not within his consideration.

“Sorry, I rarely use WeChat.”

It was clear to everyone that Qiao Jing was being rejected.

“How embarrassing! If I were her, I could crawl into a mouse hole and never come out,” Zhan Nanqing said with a mix of ridicule and mockery.

Because Zhan Yuanshan was present, Zhan Nanqing spoke quietly, but Lin Xiuxiang, who was standing nearby, heard everything clearly; she regretted the words she had said to Qiao Jing.

The Deng couple fell straight from heaven to hell, looking at their son with eyes full of disappointment.

Regardless of the whispers around her, Qiao Jing continued to press on for Lin Xiuxiang, “Is that so? You rarely use WeChat, but you must have a phone number, right? Give me—”

“Qiao Jing, enough!” Zhan Qipei strode over to Qiao Jing, his anger reaching a boiling point, and he grabbed her wrist and forcefully pulled her out of everyone’s sight.

Lou Xinrou bit her lower lip and quietly followed them.

“What are you doing? Let go!” Although Qiao Jing was strong, she was no match for Zhan Qipei and couldn’t break free.

Zhan Qipei took Qiao Jing to a secluded place before stopping.

Lou Xinrou hid on the side, watching quietly.

“What am I doing? Qiao Jing, do you really consider me as nothing? To ask for another man’s contact information in public, to flirt with another man, do you realize that you are slapping my face?” Zhan Qipei’s anger grew as he spoke, feeling like he was burning in a fierce fire.

Qiao Jing rubbed her reddened wrists and frowned unhappily as she looked at Zhan Qipei.

“Look, President Zhan, in this Imperial Capital, who doesn’t know that we were temporarily forced together? Even if I truly found someone else, no one would think you are wearing a green hat. Besides, things are not as you think, I was just asking for a contact for a friend, it has nothing to do with me.”

“You think I would believe that?” Zhan Qipei said coldly.

“Whatever.” Qiao Jing said indifferently, “Anyway, you’re not mine, and I don’t need to force you to believe.”

With that, Qiao Jing turned and walked away.

Zhan Qipei, angered by Qiao Jing’s attitude and words, reached out his hand to grab her wrist.

This time, prepared, Qiao Jing turned and pushed the man’s shoulders just as his hand touched her.

She pushed successfully, but an accident occurred.

As she turned, her high heels slipped, and she uncontrollably fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Zhan Qipei instinctively reached out, wrapped his arms around her waist, and they both lost balance and fell together.

By chance, their lips met and collided, merging as one.

Lou Xinrou watched with rage, wanting to push Qiao Jing aside, but she couldn’t do that.

This Qiao Jing! Claiming she didn’t like Brother Pei, but today proved she was just playing hard to get.

Moreover, she had previously persuaded her to pursue a career, but now she realized it was just Qiao Jing’s way to keep her away from Brother Pei, so Qiao Jing could monopolize him without any obstacles.

Such deep schemes!

It was too sinister!

As Qiao Jing came to her senses, her first instinct was to get up and leave the man’s lips, but the hand around her waist suddenly tightened, pressing her deeper.

This time, Qiao Jing’s pupils dilated again.

Unlike the awkward experience before, now she felt more astonishment and incomprehension.

Why would he do this?

It was not just Qiao Jing who was perplexed; even Zhan Qipei didn’t understand himself.

The moment he felt her trying to move away, he suddenly held her tighter, refusing to let her go.

So now, Zhan Qipei’s feelings were exceptionally complicated and strange.

Lou Xinrou, hiding to the side, was dumbfounded.

As an onlooker, she had the clearest view. Just as Qiao Jing was about to leave Zhan Qipei’s side, he unexpectedly tightened his hug, making their bodies press even more closely together.

Why, why like this?

Why would her Brother Pei do this to Qiao Jing?

“What are you doing?!” Qiao Jing mustered all her strength, broke free from his embrace, and disgustedly wiped her mouth, examining the man with a bewildered and suspicious gaze.

“You were the one who kissed me first, and you’re asking me?” Zhan Qipei sat up, looking up at Qiao Jing without changing his expression.

Qiao Jing took a deep breath, “Fine, let’s just say I was bitten by a dog.”

Saying this, Qiao Jing turned around and walked away.

Did she just call him a dog?

Even though she said that, Zhan Qipei for some reason, couldn’t get angry.

“Huh—” He sighed deeply and lay back down.

He covered his eyes with his arm, trying to calm down.

Brother Pei… Lou Xinrou silently recited Zhan Qipei’s name, took a step forward, and just when she was about to step out, Zhan Qipei moved.

His other hand touched his thin lips, smacked his lips, savoring the taste from before, and let out a low chuckle—”Hehehe.”