Chapter 117: Chapter 111 Indirect Kiss
Zhan Qipei flashed Qiao Jing a sly smile. “I told you I’d make you admit it.”
Once he conquered her, could she still keep up her deception?
“Hmm?” Qiao Jing intimated she couldn’t understand the man’s moves.
To force her to admit it, he’d personally cook and warm milk for her, boil eggs?
As she thought about it, her gaze fell on the milk.
Could it be that he added something to it?
After washing up and sitting at the table, Qiao Jing stared warily at the milk in front of her. She picked it up and sniffed it, but there wasn’t any peculiar smell.
She sipped a little, and there was nothing unusual.
“This milk is very fresh, you can drink it with confidence,” Zhan Qipei said, then took a sip of the milk himself.
Qiao Jing narrowed her eyes, and then pushed her own milk in front of Zhan Qipei, “Switch cups.”
Upon hearing this, Zhan Qipei’s pupils suddenly brightened.
Was she trying to indirectly kiss him?
A girl making such a request naturally pleased him.
He picked up the milk cup, pressing his lips to the rim where her lips had touched, his thin lips curving into an involuntary pleased smile.
It tasted much better than his own had.
Qiao Jing gently frowned. This cup didn’t seem much different from the one she had initially—was she overthinking it?
It wasn’t entirely her fault for overthinking, though; the man’s actions were just too bizarre and abnormal.
After the meal, Zhan Qipei took out his car keys and looked at Qiao Jing, “I’ll take you to the institute.”
“I’ll just take a taxi,” said Qiao Jing, picking up two pots of vegetables, with a research report tucked under her arm. As she walked past Zhan Qipei, the pots she was holding suddenly disappeared from her hands into his.
Seeing that Qiao Jing wasn’t moving, Zhan Qipei turned back and said, “It’s on the way. Besides, it saves you the taxi fare.”
Hearing Zhan Qipei put it that way, Qiao Jing didn’t refuse his kindness and got into his car.
On the way to the institute, Qiao Jing noticed Zhan Qipei was indeed different from usual. Although there was no extra expression on his face, he seemed much more cheerful and sunny.
“Did something good happen?” Qiao Jing couldn’t hold back any longer and eventually asked.
The car stopped at a red light, and Zhan Qipei turned to Qiao Jing, “Guess.”
Complaining aside, she felt that this version of Zhan Qipei seemed easier to get along with than before.
It just needed some getting used to.
They arrived at the institute.
Before Qiao Jing could unbuckle her seatbelt, she saw him reach over and press it for her.
Qiao Jing paused for two seconds, “I have hands.”
“Hmm, I know.” Zhan Qipei looked at Qiao Jing’s hand, delicate and tender—so frail and boneless that it seemed a touch could shatter it.
It was only because he had seen Qiao Jing fight that he wouldn’t dare believe such a hand could possess so much strength.
Know? Knowing that he still helped her unbuckle her seatbelt?
Qiao Jing felt she was understanding Zhan Qipei less and less, but she set that aside for now and decided to get out of the car first.
“Do you need help carrying the vegetables inside?” Zhan Qipei asked, looking at the two flower pots in Qiao Jing’s hands.
Qiao Jing weighed the flower pots in her hands. “These flower pots—even ten more wouldn’t be a problem.”
No sooner had Qiao Jing finished speaking than Xu Moqian emerged from the institute’s main entrance.
“Sister Jing! I’ll carry them for you.” Xu Moqian reached out and took the flower pots from Qiao Jing’s arms, then he noticed the car parked on the roadside.
“Him again! Sister Jing, why did he give you a ride again?” Xu Moqian said with a look of displeasure.
Through the glass, Zhan Qipei was also watching Xu Moqian with a face full of alertness. Although Qiao Jing had told him that Xu Moqian used to pursue her and then gave up, based on a man’s innate intuition about rivals in love, Zhan Qipei could tell Xu Moqian hadn’t given up and was still interested in Qiao Jing.
“It was on the way,” Qiao Jing repeated her usual explanation. “Let’s go in.”
Just as Qiao Jing took a few steps, she saw a dazzling golden convertible pull up to the curb, overflowing with roses.
Qian Yuang, holding a fiery red bouquet of roses, got out of the car, straightened his rose-red suit, removed his pretentious sunglasses, and walked up to Qiao Jing. He knelt on one knee, the epitome of gentlemanly behavior.
“Beautiful Miss Qiao, this bouquet and the rest in the car, all are carefully prepared for you. I extend to you my sincerest invitation to join me at the seaside villa to enjoy the scenery.”
The event was so unexpected that no one saw it coming.
The surrounding bystanders all stopped in their tracks to watch the scene.
Every woman, regardless of age, from three-year-old girls to eighty-year-old elderly women, all cast envious glances at Qiao Jing.
Most women like a sense of ceremony; frankly, they hope their boyfriends would confess like in a teenage romance drama, in a crowded place.
To say it’s vanity might be a bit much—but similar, everybody wants to feel special on such a unique day.
“So envious!” A female bystander looked at the expensive-looking convertible and said how much she wished to replace Qiao Jing and feel the difference from an ordinary taxi.
“If it were me, I would’ve agreed immediately.”
“You’re not kidding, right? Who wouldn’t agree?”
Qiao Jing’s face remained cold and indifferent, devoid of any unnecessary ripples in her expression.
“This is an institute, not a club. You are in the wrong place,” she coldly stated.
With that said, Qiao Jing turned and walked away.
“She rejected him?” The crowd was stunned.
“Hey, that guy next to her, is he her boyfriend?”
“Wow! So handsome! I was just looking at the luxury car and roses, overlooking the hunk. Never mind that she rejected the rich guy, it turns out her boyfriend is even more handsome.”
“What good is being handsome? It’s not like you can eat good looks.”
As the crowd buzzed with comments, Qian Yuang got up, pulled out a ring from his pocket, and quickly walked up to block Qiao Jing’s path.
“Miss Qiao, I am truly pursuing you and I hope you give me a chance.”
“I’ve said before, I am not interested in dirty breeds or stallions,” Qiao Jing said coldly.
“That’s because you haven’t yet experienced what a man can offer. Once you do, you’ll not be able to stay away from men. Not to boast, but my skills are a million times better than that sterile sham of a husband,” Qian Yuang said as he got close to Qiao Jing.
Qian Yuang’s sleazy demeanor completely enraged Xu Moqian. “Are you asking for a—” he was about to say “beating” but before he could finish, he saw an arm reach over Qian Yuang’s shoulder and violently grab him, throwing him harshly to the ground.
“Ah—” Qian Yuang let out a pig-slaughter scream because he landed face first, and considering the force Zhan Qipei used, one could only imagine how mangled Qian Yuang’s face was now. Saying it looked like it had been run over by a tire wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
“Dare to lay a hand on me, damn you!” Qian Yuang cursed, turning his head to swear.