"No... don’t..." Zhou Qi’s voice trembled.
As a woman, she understood Song Lejun’s intentions.
However, the thought of doing such a thing for Song Lejun filled her not only with fear but also with an instinctive refusal.
Song Lejun’s voice turned cold: "Are you sure you don’t want to?"
This voice was icy and full of authority, causing Zhou Qi to be scared out of her wits.
The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds. Ultimately, Zhou Qi had no choice but to slowly undo Song Lejun’s pants.
She kept her head down, her tears teetering, wanting to cry, but could only hold back.
In contrast to the sad and humiliated Zhou Qi, Song Lejun’s handsome face was full of smiles.
As for whether this woman was in pain, Song Lejun didn’t care in the slightest, nor did he bother to think about it. He knew that countless women wanted to crawl into his bed, and having her make him feel good was her immense luck.
People were coming and going.
Fang Yi watched the taxi disappear into the traffic.
Then, Fang Yi reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, drawing one out and lighting it at the corner of his mouth.
Even though Zhou Qi had checked if anyone followed her before getting into the car, she was completely unable to detect Fang Yi’s presence.
So, Zhou Qi didn’t know that Fang Yi had personally seen her get in the car.
Fang Yi still had an apron tied around him, having fastened it while he was busy in the kitchen earlier, and he came outside like that.
Fang Yi held the cigarette in his mouth and, after a moment of silence, eventually turned around and went back.
Actually, Fang Yi didn’t have a bad impression of Zhou Qi, but he didn’t expect that Zhou Qi would help Song Lejun with his matters.
Although Fang Yi hadn’t specifically seen the people in the car, he saw Song He in the passenger seat and roughly guessed that the person in the back seat was Liu Duanguang, Wu Boqing’s so-called little lunatic, Song Lejun.
Fang Yi returned to the barbecue shop and happened to run into Zhao Xueying who was leisurely strolling about.
"Oh, that outfit of yours..." Zhao Xueying said in surprise when she saw Fang Yi with the apron.
Because in Zhao Xueying’s impression, someone like Fang Yi, a big man, shouldn’t have anything to do with the kitchen, yet here he was with an apron tied on, looking quite a bit like a housewife.
But when she thought about Fang Yi earlier on the small square, knocking down several of Miao Duxiu’s cronies, and then saw the aproned Fang Yi in front of her, it was hard for her to connect the two, or to believe they were the same person.
"I’ve already called my father-in-law," Zhao Xueying said.
"Hmm, I assume you’ve also told him the pros and cons," Fang Yi said casually. "I really wouldn’t force Elder Jian. If he can come, it’s an honor for me, and I’ll be very happy. If he doesn’t come, I won’t hold it against him, because my heart isn’t that narrow-minded."
Zhao Xueying said, "By that, you’re pretty much a saint."
Fang Yi shook his head, "No, I’m not a saint. I have emotions and desires too."
In Zhao Xueying’s watery beautiful eyes, a mischievous glint appeared as she said with a half-smile, "Like earlier in the car..."
The corner of Fang Yi’s mouth twitched, "Sister Ying, don’t bring up those awkward topics. You’re such a beautiful woman, if I had no reaction, would I still be a man?"
Zhao Xueying replied crossly, "So, it’s still my fault? Blame me for being too pretty?"