Qiao ngtong found Qiao Jing’s phone number and swiftly sent the photos and text ssage over.
"If you don’t want these exposed in a mont, co find at the café on Ronghua Road. A scandal involving Lin Yun, who just won the world championship, and the young mistress of Zhan Corporation, should be of interest to many, right?"
After sending this ssage, Qiao ngtong felt a sense of relief wash over her and she couldn’t help but feel a smug satisfaction inside.
It seed she was finally going to turn the tables!
Qiao Jing, today I’m going to make you lose all face!!
At this mont, Qiao Jing had just seen Zeng Xiangyang off in a taxi when she felt her phone suddenly ding with a notification.
She was about to check it, her hand pausing just a mont from helping close the car door, when Zeng Xiangyang quickly pulled it shut and rolled down the window.
"Master, aren’t you coming back?"
Qiao Jing responded with a nonchalant "Mhm" as she took out her phone and started walking around to the other side of the car to get in.
But as she took just a few steps, she saw the photo and threatening text ssage sent by Qiao ngtong.
Looking at the photo of herself and Lin Yun, she stopped in her tracks.
Indeed, her intuition had been correct; soone had been standing at the corner, only she hadn’t expected it to be Qiao ngtong, and even more unexpectedly, that she hadn’t found anyone after pushing open the door to the fire escape.
Just then, she suddenly rembered that soone could hide behind the door to the fire escape; if she had gone to check at the ti, she definitely would have found Qiao ngtong.
Zeng Xiangyang saw Qiao Jing standing by the car door, not opening it, and shifted his position to co to the window on her side, lowering it.
"Master, what are you looking at? Why aren’t you getting in?"
Qiao Jing put away her phone, her expression indifferent:
"I have sothing to do, you go on ahead."
After dropping this line, she walked off in another direction.
Although she had been involved in a scandal with Lin Yun before which was quickly clarified, and both fans and netizens tended to believe they were just friends...
But this ti was different. If a scandal involving Lin Yun broke out just after he had won the world competition, it would still have so impact, especially since the angle of the photo was indeed misleading.
That brat, luckily he hadn’t held her wrist; otherwise she really would be stained, unable to wash clean even if she jumped into the Yellow River.
Not long after, Qiao Jing arrived at the café ntioned by Qiao ngtong.
She advanced a few steps and pushed open the door to the café, imdiately spotting Qiao ngtong, sitting leisurely in the center of the store, sipping her coffee.
Seeing Qiao Jing arrive, Qiao ngtong’s coffee-drinking hand paused, and then she slightly raised her chin.
"Qiao Jing, you’re here," she said.
Qiao Jing gave a cursory glance to Qiao ngtong, still wrapped up like a mummy, and sat down directly in front of her.
Her red lips parted lightly, and she slowly uttered one word.
"Speak."
She didn’t want to waste words with Qiao ngtong.
Qiao ngtong put down her coffee cup and revealed a sowhat manic smile on her face.
"Do you want to delete that photo? Actually, I didn’t just take one photo, you know. When they’re exposed, it’s bound to be explosive."
Qiao Jing’s delicate eyebrows lifted slightly as she got straight to the point:
"Terms."
Although she knew that Qiao ngtong wouldn’t easily delete the photos, she was curious to see what kind of conditions the other party would propose.
Qiao ngtong laughed out "ha-ha," shaking her phone in front of Qiao Jing.
"I just love how straightforward you are. My terms aren’t too excessive, just kneel down publicly to apologize to , slap yourself a hundred tis, and admit that you’re a bitch and a whore, that’s all."
She was going to take out her phone shortly, to take plenty of pictures. Today, she could finally turn the tables!
Qiao Jing, oh Qiao Jing, who would have thought, you’d have a day like this!
Previously, it was always this bitch Qiao Jing who stole the spotlight, and because of her, she suffered tornt from Zhan Nan and Zhan Bei to the point of half-death.
Today, she could finally get her revenge on Qiao Jing!
Qiao Jing slightly narrowed her phoenix eyes, shooting an icy glare straight at Qiao ngtong, her expression chillingly cold.
Qiao ngtong felt a chill rise from the soles of her feet straight to the crown of her head as Qiao Jing looked at her like that.
This gave her a sudden ominous premonition. Why did Qiao Jing seem like she didn’t care about those photos at all?
If she truly didn’t care about those photos, how could she possibly have co here?
But these were not the points that concerned her the most. What was going on with Qiao Jing’s deanor, looking like everything was under her control?
Qiao ngtong felt even more panicky when she saw Qiao Jing suddenly take out her phone and fiddle with it.
"What do you an? You don’t want to delete the photos anymore?"
Hearing Qiao ngtong’s words, Qiao Jing just indifferently raised her eyes to glance at her and then returned her gaze elsewhere.
Her eyes fell on the phone screen, watching a string after string of code flash by.
Before long, an album appeared on her screen, showing the most recently taken photos.
Qiao Jing moved her fingers and directly deleted the few joint photos of herself and Lin Yun. Just when she was about to exit, her fingers accidentally slid up.
What followed was an eye-witness to so indecent photos of Qiao ngtong, and almost every once in a while, the man appearing in the photos with her changed.
First there were Zhan Nan and Zhan Bei, then so potbellied n, all sorts of them.
Qiao Jing felt her eyes burn, and without hesitation, she deleted all those photos.
Seeing Qiao Jing completely ignore her, Qiao ngtong’s ominous premonition intensified. She imdiately took out her phone and opened the album.
She didn’t believe that once she brought out the photos, Qiao Jing could remain so calm!
But when she opened the album, she found all the photos stored there had been wiped clean!
Qiao ngtong’s face froze, and she let out a gasp of shock.
"Where are my photos? Where did they go?"
As she said that, she exited the album and re-entered several tis, only to find it was no use.
After seeing Qiao ngtong’s current state, Qiao Jing’s lips curved into a slight smile. She opened the screenshots she had taken earlier and handed her phone screen over to her, shaking the phone.
"Are you looking for these?"
Qiao ngtong was startled mid-action while restarting her phone, looking irritably towards Qiao Jing with furrowed brows.
"Don’t bother right now──"
She hadn’t finished her sentence when she saw clearly what was on Qiao Jing’s phone screen, which were full of photos of her with Zhan Nan and Zhan Bei, and with so directors and screenwriters.
Qiao ngtong’s eyes widened in shock, as if they were about to pop out. She lunged forward, trying to snatch Qiao Jing’s phone.
"Ahh! You bitch, give that phone!"
Qiao Jing quickly retracted her phone, causing Qiao ngtong to lunge at air, almost sprawling over the coffee table.
In her frenzy, Qiao ngtong also knocked over the coffee on the table, spilling it all over herself.
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