Chapter 223: Chapter 215 Valentine’s Day
Qiao Licheng’s face was dark and gloomy as he sat down on the sofa with Jhiang Cuifeng.
Qiao Mengtong, who rushed out at the sound, was also startled by the look on Qiao Licheng’s face, asking cautiously.
Jhiang Cuifeng immediately clutched at her chest and began to cry out in pain.
“If it isn’t that little bitch Qiao Jing! And that woman with her! How dare they publicly embarrass us!”
Qiao Mengtong, very perceptive, stepped forward to soothe Jhiang Cuifeng.
“Grandma, it’s not the first time that little bitch has done this.”
Suddenly, with a loud bang, a teacup shattered on impact!
“Qiao Jing, you little wretch!”
Qiao Licheng roared in anger.
The noise startled Jhiang Cuifeng as well,
“Qiao Jing! How could I have borne such an ingrate! Do you really think that marrying into the Zhan Family has made you a phoenix who has ascended to the top of the tree? Now that you’re divorced, do you still see yourself as the young mistress of the Zhan Family?”
Qiao Licheng cursed viciously, then suddenly, like a madman, he knocked everything off the table.
The floor was strewn with chaos, shattered teacups, remnants of a teapot, fragments of porcelain, and a smashed apple.
“Mom, go back to your room,”
Qiao Licheng said to Jhiang Cuifeng after glancing at her.
Jhiang Cuifeng dared not stay any longer; if she did, she feared her heart condition might really act up. “Okay, I’ll leave first.”
Only Qiao Licheng and Qiao Mengtong were left in the living room.
Qiao Mengtong, having witnessed Qiao Licheng’s frenzy, was now a bit scared, afraid that the next thing to be thrown might hit her.
“Tongtong, I knew a big boss in the business world before, a director in the entertainment industry, would you be willing to go? This is a good opportunity.”
Qiao Licheng’s dark gaze fixed on Qiao Mengtong as he asked.
Needless to say, this opportunity was very important for Qiao Mengtong; with it, she could gain the status to take revenge on Qiao Jing.
She struggled internally for a while, then finally clenched her teeth and nodded emphatically.
“Dad, I’ll go, when is it?”
Only after hearing Qiao Mengtong’s agreement did Qiao Licheng’s expression soften a little as he spoke earnestly.
“I will make contact for you; Tongtong, you must seize this chance.”
“I understand, Dad, rest assured, I will definitely not disappoint you.”
Qiao Mengtong’s mind had already begun to imagine the scene after Qiao Jing’s divorce.
Divorced and with neither money nor status, wouldn’t Qiao Jing be an easy target for her to claim justice?
Seeing how sensible Qiao Mengtong looked, Qiao Licheng felt somewhat comforted. “Hello? Director Qi, this is Qiao Licheng. About the matter you mentioned to me last time, please arrange a time.”
“What? Tonight? Alright, alright, send me an address.”
The phone call ended there, and Qiao Mengtong, not expecting to go so soon, looked a bit conflicted.
She was very clear about what she needed to do during this visit, but this was the only path available to her now.
Inside a luxurious hotel.
Qiao Mengtong, looking at the information on her phone, accurately found the room, inwardly praying that it wasn’t some potbellied man inside.
Just as her hand touched the doorknob, the door opened from the inside.
A portly middle-aged bald man was sitting on the bed, his white shirt clinging tightly to the rolls of fat on his belly, a disgustingly revolting sight.
Director Qi’s eyes were deadlocked on Qiao Mengtong standing before him, his mouth nearly drooling.
“Mengtong, come sit down. You’re dressed quite provocatively today. Are you that eager?” He snickered creepily.
Director Qi rubbed his pudgy hands together, his gaze fixed on Qiao Mengtong.
To accommodate Director Qi, Qiao Mengtong had specifically worn a revealing lace dress today, never expecting him to be such a paunchy figure!
This caused Qiao Mengtong’s complexion to turn several shades paler; the previous man’s words and gaze stabbed her heart like needles.
Seeing Qiao Mengtong just standing at the doorway with a clueless expression, Director Qi’s face also darkened.
“Mengtong, come over and sit. Why are you standing there?”
“Here I come, sorry! Director Qi.”
Qiao Mengtong suppressed the disgust in her heart, trying to turn her head away so she wouldn’t have to see Director Qi’s face, smothered in fat, or his reflective bald head.
“No problem, Mengtong. Don’t worry, I won’t mistreat you.”
Director Qi’s hands immediately began to wander restlessly, groping Qiao Mengtong’s body with leering eyes.
In the end, Qiao Mengtong clenched her teeth tightly and turned her head away, allowing Director Qi’s hands to roam over her body…
But Director Qi was an old pervert; he insisted on forcing Qiao Mengtong to look at him, pulling her face forcefully towards his greasy one.
Qiao Mengtong clenched her fists in hatred, her nails digging deep into her flesh.
Qiao Jing! If it wasn’t for you, how could I have fallen to this point!
Just wait until today is over; you’ll see how I’ll get my revenge once I rise to the top!
I will tear that face of yours apart, who are you putting on that lofty charade for!
On the other hand, at this moment, Zhan Qipei was busy with something else.
Valentine’s Day was approaching, and he hadn’t been able to attend the wedding last time, a knot in his heart. He wanted to take this opportunity to make it up to Qiao Jing.
On Valentine’s Day, Qiao Jing would definitely receive a lot of invitations from people like Zhan Ruiting, Xu Moqian, and Lu Zijin.
The thought darkened Zhan Qipei’s expression by several shades, his thin lips pressed into a flat, curveless line.
Zhan Qipei knew very well that if he personally invited Qiao Jing, she wouldn’t come and might even accept someone else’s invitation.
Unable to control himself, he pictured Qiao Jing spending Valentine’s Day with someone else, and his face turned instantly gloomy.
Zhan Qipei thought of someone who could help him and immediately drove to his destination.
“Ding-dong—” The doorbell rang.
Upon opening the door, Lin Xiuxiang saw Zhan Qipei standing outside, accompanied by Tang Yan.
“I need to speak with you,” Zhan Qipei said to Lin Xiuxiang expressionlessly.
“What is it? Is it about Qiao Qiao?”
After asking, Lin Xiuxiang immediately guessed that Zhan Qipei was there for Qiao Jing. “Yes, can you do me a favor?”
“On Valentine’s Day, help me get Qiao Jing onto the cruise ship. I’ve already prepared a wedding dress for her…”
Zhan Qipei shared his meticulously planned scheme with Lin Xiuxiang.
“But what if Qiao Qiao doesn’t want to go?”
Lin Xiuxiang hesitated, unsure whether Qiao Jing would be willing to go.
“I want to make it up to Qiao Jing. I wasn’t there on our wedding day; I want to host a wedding ceremony for her again.”
Zhan Qipei’s long eyebrows knitted together, his eyes and brows brimming with an almost uncontrollable sense of remorse.