Chapter 346: Chapter 335: The Boss Chases His Wife Instead of Working, What to Do?
Qiao Jing could not resist Ni Yue’s enthusiasm and went into the bedroom’s walk-in closet with the clothes.
Ni Yue followed suit and before closing the door, she provocatively glanced at Zhan Qipei.
Seeing Zhan Qipei’s face, as gloomy as she had imagined, her mood greatly improved, and then she closed the door without hesitation.
Zhan Qipei stood outside the door, his icy gaze seemingly trying to bore a hole through it.
He walked up to the closet door, wanting to listen to the noises inside.
The two were doing sothing inside, and Ni Yue’s aningful “tsk tsk” sound ca out.
Zhan Qipei’s hands clenched into fists, the veins on the backs of his hands suddenly bulging.
Inside, Ni Yue dragged out her words on purpose.
“Xiao Jingjing, no matter when, your skin is still as good as before. I noticed it last ti. Let help you change your clothes from now on, hehe~”
She deliberately brought up the last ti they changed clothes just to irritate Zhan Qipei outside.
Qiao Jing was sowhat helpless, it was clear that Ni Yue ant to provoke Zhan Qipei.
Really, one more childish than the other, just like kindergarten kids.
She lightly spat out two words, sending them Ni Yue’s way.
“Sicko.”
Suddenly, footsteps inside sounded, Zhan Qipei hurriedly returned to his original position.
The closet door opened, and Qiao Jing appeared, wearing a backless long dress. Her exposed skin at the back, along with her beautiful scapula, sparked imaginations endlessly; plus the form-fitting design showcased her beautiful curves. Every movent seed soul-hooking.
Zhan Qipei stared intently at the woman, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he glared at the others who were looking at Qiao Jing, his expression turning darker.
Ni Yue designing such a dress for Qiao Jing, could it be she wanted his wife to wear it for her viewing?
This made him even more certain that Ni Yue harbored inappropriate thoughts for his wife.
He squinted slightly, his hostile gaze falling on Ni Yue.
Ni Yue noticed his hostility and leaned closer to Qiao Jing, lowering her voice to whisper.
“How co your hubby still watches you so closely—his eyes, as if they could devour …
By the way, I heard from Xu Moqian that your so-called mother-in-law suddenly started treating you well—cooking for you and bringing you fruits, does she know about your background?”
Qiao Jing shook her head, replying to her.
“No.”
“Then what’s the matter? Did her conscience finally kick in?” Ni Yue imdiately asked, curious.
Qiao Jing told Ni Yue about the mugging incident from beginning to end, pulling up her sleeve.
She revealed the wound on her arm that was almost healed.
Ni Yue instantly widened her eyes, unconsciously uttering, “OMG!”
She looked at Qiao Jing with a face full of distress, tears starting to circle in her eyes, carefully blowing on the other’s wound.
“Wuu wuu wuu, my Xiao Jingjing, my heart hurts for you. Does it still hurt? Where is that disgusting Blondie? I’ll beat him to death!”
Qiao Jing let her sleeve fall and looked up at Ni Yue, seeing how heartbroken she was, and couldn’t help but soften her tone.
“I’m fine, you see, the wound is almost healed. It will probably be healed by tomorrow or the day after. Those punks were beaten up and received the death penalty.”
Ni Yue sniffled, forcing back her tears, now teary-eyed but cursing angrily.
“Good! They deserved it, totally.”
Suddenly, a ringtone from a cellphone sounded.
Both their gazes shifted towards the source of the sound, Zhan Qipei.
Zhan Qipei heard the cellphone ringtone and furrowed his brow, his frown deepening when he saw who the caller was.
He reluctantly pressed the answer button.
“What is it?”
“Boss, the eting has been delayed for half an hour. When can you co to start it?”
Zhan Qipei pursed his thin lips.
“We’ll talk about it later.”
Tang Yan on the other end didn’t want to hang up either, and so he and Zhan Qipei were at an impasse.
“Boss, everyone is waiting, you could start the eting, and Miss Qiao won’t run away.”
Zhan Qipei still didn’t relent. He wanted to stick by Qiao Jing’s side every second of every minute, not to ntion the eting would take at least an hour, and he couldn’t bear to be separated from Qiao Jing for that long.
“Delay it a few minutes, we can start it later.
Tang Yan knew when Zhan Qipei talked about delaying for a few minutes; it would definitely be a few hours. He dared not hang up casually.
Everyone was sitting in the conference room, just waiting for the boss. He was anxiously pacing, wondering what to do if the boss prioritized courting his wife over the eting.
“We really can’t delay any longer, boss, we’ve already delayed half an hour.”
This ti, Zhan Qipei directly hung up the phone.
Qiao Jing frowned, knowing it was Tang Yan’s call. It had been half an hour since they left the house.
This also proved that Zhan Qipei had delayed the eting by half an hour.
“You should go back to the eting.”
Zhan Qipei’s gaze was locked on Qiao Jing as he put away his phone, pretending to be relaxed.
“It’s not an important eting.”
Qiao Jing looked at Zhan Qipei with a skeptical gaze, half believing and half doubting.
“Really?”
Zhan Qipei humd in affirmation, using Tang Yan as a shield.
“Tang Yan can handle it himself; he doesn’t need there.”
No sooner had he finished his sentence than Qiao Jing’s phone rang.
Ni Yue crossed her arms, her gaze shifting back and forth between the two.
Seeing that the caller was Tang Yan, Qiao Jing guessed what was going on.
She just pressed the answer button, and Tang Yan’s distressed voice ca through.
“Miss Qiao, please persuade the boss to have the eting. This eting is really important; it concerns a twenty-billion deal, and only the boss can handle it!”
Qiao Jing responded with an acknowledgnt, then hung up the phone and stared at Zhan Qipei’s face.
The man had maintained a carefree expression before this call, but now his brows were furrowed, staring at Qiao Jing’s phone with displeasure.
The corners of Qiao Jing’s mouth twitched almost imperceptibly, her eyes emanating a commanding aura as she intensified her tone.
“Go back to the eting, imdiately.”
Zhan Qipei opened his mouth to make an excuse, but Qiao Jing added another sentence, quashing his intention to continue making excuses.
“If you don’t go back, then you can stay here by yourself while Ni Yue and I go out.”
The man pursed his lips tightly. In the end, he capitulated, reluctantly uttering one word.
“Fine.”
After Zhan Qipei left, Ni Yue felt the tension in the room disappear and took a deep breath of fresh air.
She flopped onto the sofa and lay down, mumbling discontentedly.
“Xiao Jingjing, Zhan Qipei is like a walking iceberg; wherever he goes, the chill follows. He makes the atmosphere so heavy.
Forget him for now. I’ll take you out. I heard there’s a culinary festival going on at the snack street, with free tastings and stuff, very lively, gogogo!”
After saying that, Ni Yue sprang from the sofa like she was invigorated, rummaged through the wardrobe for a sweater, camisole, and shorts, and quickly changed before coming over to Qiao Jing.
“Xiao Jingjing, let’s go!”
Qiao Jing hesitated, looking down at what she was wearing, then decided to change. She glanced at Ni Yue, who was bare-legged.
“Wait for to change my clothes; it’s cold outside at night. You should wear long pants too.”
Ni Yue patted her chest.
“I am the Bare-legged Warrior; I never get cold. But you go change back into your clothes, Xiao Jingjing. Only I get to see how pretty you are.”
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