At this moment, the elevator reached the 58th floor, opposite was the entrance to a presidential suite.
Su Qionglin was inside, screaming and crying, with Shen Xianrou’s sobs mixed in between.
Bao Ziqi sat relaxed on the sofa, flipping through a magazine.
The two cousins, however, were kicking up a storm.
Su Qionglin fought desperately; she pulled out a tuft of Shen Xianrou’s hair and scratched her face, though she herself didn’t fare much better—Shen Xianrou had pushed her down onto the carpet.
Su Qionglin continued to curse: "Bao Ziqi, how could you do this to me? Of all people, you had to sleep with my cousin to disgust me!"
Bao Ziqi didn’t even lift his head: "To me, they’re all the same."
Thinking she had received affection the previous night, Shen Xianrou crawled over, clung to his leg and sobbed softly, "Cousin has hurt me! Ziqi, you need to deal with her."
Bao Ziqi put down the magazine he was holding, looked down at her with a voice that seemed tender but was actually cold: "How do you want me to handle it?"
Shen Xianrou gazed at his handsome face and his remarkable aura after changing into fresh clothes following a bath, her heart fluttering. She really hadn’t expected to hook Bao Ziqi so easily.
He was smitten with her.
Shen Xianrou’s heart rippled with excitement, and she said softly, "We’ve done intimate things. Tomorrow, I’ll get my parents to come to Jiangcheng, how does that sound?"
Bao Ziqi’s smile contained a hint of sarcasm.
In his eyes, there was a touch of mockery.
At this moment, Lady Bao could not hold back anymore and pushed open the door with a sneer: "Miss Shen, just because you’ve climbed into a hotel bed doesn’t mean you can climb into a Bao Family bed."
Her sudden appearance stunned everyone present.
Su Qionglin was the first to crawl over, pleading for support.
Lady Bao had long wanted to rid herself of this daughter-in-law, her voice cold: "Qionglin, you and Ziqi have already called off the engagement, and now I need to deal with some family affairs. It’s probably not suitable for you to stay here any longer."
Su Qionglin’s lips quivered, her eyes anxiously on Bao Ziqi.
Bao Ziqi smirked like he was watching a good show—as if he wasn’t the leading man in this farce.
Su Qionglin was also proud; she bore the pain and got up, limping out. Before she left, however, she glanced back at Su Ruanruan.
That look was full of resentment and jealousy.
Su Ruanruan was indifferent; she just obediently stood next to Lady Bao as an accessory.
She didn’t want to get involved in such offensive matters.
After sending Su Qionglin away, Lady Bao focused on dealing with Shen Xianrou.
Shen Xianrou didn’t dare to meet the noble gaze of Lady Bao, her voice as quiet as a mosquito, "Madam, Ziqi and I are truly in love."
"You think a man sleeping with you once means true love?" Lady Bao scoffed.
She sat down on the sofa.
Su Ruanruan immediately stood behind her.
Bao Ziqi gave her a glare.
He hadn’t expected Su Ruanruan to follow, but from her expression, he could tell she had been forced.
Therefore, the face of Second Young Master Bao did not look too pleased.
Lady Bao had no time to care about her son’s feelings; she looked at Shen Xianrou’s pale face, her voice cool and indifferent: "Miss Shen, name your price."
Shen Xianrou didn’t want money.
Compared to a cheque, she yearned for a long-term meal ticket; she wanted to become the wife of Second Young Master Bao.
She hurriedly ran to Bao Ziqi’s side, knelt down, grabbing onto his leg and pleaded in a low voice: "Ziqi, please speak up."
Bao Ziqi gazed down at her, observing.
Under that indifferent gaze, Shen Xianrou’s hand gradually loosened.
He just wanted to sleep with her!
Shen Xianrou felt like crying, but she couldn’t muster any tears.
Still, she refused to give up, feigning heartbreak: "Ziqi, if you like Qionglin, why did you... why did you do it with me?"