Chapter 249: Chapter 241 Zhan Qipei Acts Like a Child
Zhan Nan and Zhan Bei returned home and immediately presented their swollen faces to Cao Rushan.
“Mom, look, Qiao Jing beat us up!” Zhan Nan’s face still bore the imprint of a shoe, which angered Cao Rushan greatly.
Zhan Bei chimed in, “Mom, she knocked out two of my teeth! She flirted with us, and when we ignored her, she just started hitting us!”
Seeing Zhan Nan and Zhan Bei in such a state, Cao Rushan became furious and immediately pulled her sons to go find Su Manhan.
When Qiao Jing got home, she happened to meet Zhan Qipei’s gaze. He was sitting on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the direction of the door, and he immediately stood up when he saw the person he was waiting for appear.
Upon seeing the clothes Qiao Jing wore, a hint of obscure light flashed through Zhan Qipei’s dark pupils. He moved closer to the woman, “Why didn’t you tell me before going to the bar? I could have picked you up.”
“You were at the company at the time, and Ni Yue brought me home, it’s fine.” Qiao Jing didn’t notice anything unusual about Zhan Qipei and was about to head to her room.
Zhan Qipei saw her about to leave and grabbed Qiao Jing’s wrist, “Aren’t you cold dressed in so little? Next time you go to the bar, I’m coming with you. You can’t wear so little.”
When he heard that Qiao Jing had gone with Ni Yue, Zhan Qipei’s jealousy flared up immediately.
Why would Ni Yue take his wife to a bar?
“Ni Yue said not to wear too much. Besides, I can’t go to the bar dressed in thick clothes, right?” Qiao Jing said indifferently.
Zhan Qipei’s expression darkened instantly upon hearing this.
What exactly was Ni Yue thinking? Did he have designs on his own wife?
And he even suggested that his wife wear less? Was he trying to take advantage of the situation?!
Zhan Qipei observed the short-sleeved top Qiao Jing was wearing. Because of her impressive figure, it appeared rather tight, outlining her shape prominently, along with the denim shorts that ended just above her knees, revealing her legs that could rival those of a world-class supermodel.
He couldn’t let Qiao Jing go to the bar with Ni Yue again.
Zhan Qipei, holding onto Qiao Jing, prevented her from returning to her room, and asked, “Did anything happen at the bar?”
Hearing the question, Qiao Jing hesitated for a moment. The incident with Zhan Nan and Zhan Bei wasn’t something major, and she didn’t want to tell Zhan Qipei about it.
Otherwise, considering Zhan Qipei’s previous grand gesture, she worried that it would lead to another fight because of her.
“Nothing.” Qiao Jing replied softly.
Zhan Qipei pulled her closer to himself and smelled smoke and alcohol on her, furrowing his brows, “Have you been smoking?”
“It’s just from being in the bar, I don’t smoke.” Qiao Jing withdrew her hand and sniffed her own arm; indeed, there was a smell of smoke.
Qiao Jing frowned; she didn’t like the smell of smoke, “I’m going to take a shower now.”
Suddenly, a strong hand was placed on Qiao Jing’s slender waist, and before she could react, she found herself wrapped in Zhan Qipei’s embrace.
The scent of his male hormones enveloped Qiao Jing, and she listened to the steady beating of his heart, which seemed to pulse into her own heart with every beat.
Then, a fuzzy head buried itself into her neck.
Zhan Qipei’s nose was filled with the cool, light fragrance of Qiao Jing mixed with traces of smoke and alcohol. He inhaled deeply, as if afraid he might catch the scent of another man.
Qiao Jing felt ticklish from Zhan Qipei’s hair and reached out to push him away, “I smell of smoke, I’m going to shower now.”
But Zhan Qipei didn’t budge and gradually tightened his grip on her.
His large hands were placed on Qiao Jing’s soft waist, and his calloused fingertips gently rubbed her through her clothes.
“Let go, what are you sniffing for?” Qiao Jing said, somewhat exasperated.
The man’s hair prickled against her neck with each movement, the warmth of his breath cast all over it, causing Qiao Jing to shrink her neck.
“I’m checking if there’s anyone else’s scent.”
Suddenly blurting out those words, Zhan Qipei caused Qiao Jing to reveal a faint smile, “No, let go.”
She didn’t believe Zhan Qipei could smell anything; aside from the scent of smoke and alcohol, there was nothing else on her.
If one really had to mention someone else’s scent,
perhaps the scent of Zhan Nan and Zhan Bei would linger on her fists.
“There is!” Zhan Qipei’s muffled voice came from the nape of Qiao Jing’s neck.
He embraced her and fell back onto the sofa without waiting for Qiao Jing to answer for herself.
Like a big wolf dog, Zhan Qipei kept leaning into Qiao Jing, trying to absorb more of her scent.
Pressed down by him, Qiao Jing couldn’t get up; her hands braced against Zhan Qipei’s chest, trying to push him away, “There’s no one else’s scent.”
“I smelled it,” Zhan Qipei asserted, his big hands starting to get restless, gliding over Qiao Jing’s back.
Qiao Jing was amused and annoyed, “Then tell me, whose scent is it?”
Zhan Qipei lifted his head from her neck, his face wearing a satiated expression, his dark eyes staring intently at Qiao Jing without speaking.
Looking into Zhan Qipei’s eyes, Qiao Jing felt as if she was looking into a vortex, likely to be sucked in if she wasn’t careful.
Why is he suddenly acting like a child?
Qiao Jing sighed and pushed him away again, “I need to take a bath now, I don’t like the smell of smoke.”
As she tried to sit up, a tingling sensation came from her waist; Zhan Qipei’s calloused fingertips had slid into her clothes unknowingly.
Qiao Jing wasn’t in the mood to continue playing with Zhan Qipei, she pushed him forcefully, “I said I need to take a bath.”
Zhan Qipei’s eyes suddenly darkened further, and he pressed Qiao Jing down again, speaking in his low, mellow voice, “How about not going to the bar anymore? If you go, can I go with you?”
He knew how attractive his wife was; surely someone at the bar would try to chat her up.
Moreover, the clothes she wore highlighted her impressive figure, and he was well aware of what those men were thinking.
Just thinking of Qiao Jing being approached by others made Zhan Qipei’s jealousy churn over and over.
“You need to let go of me first,” Qiao Jing said.
Zhan Qipei persisted, “Then answer my question first.”
After a standoff, Qiao Jing reluctantly agreed, “Alright, alright, I’ll agree to it, okay?”
She also had a strange feeling in her heart.
Why is Zhan Qipei suddenly acting like a child today?
But at this moment, Zhan Qipei was not inclined to let Qiao Jing go so easily; seizing an opportunity, he buried his head back into her embrace, “Wait a bit more before bathing, and I must come with you next time. If Ni Yue invites you, I want to go too.”
Whether men or women, no one could get close to Qiao Jing. She closed her eyes briefly, her phoenix eyes fixed on Zhan Qipei, and her voice returned to its usual indifferent tone, “Okay, get up now.”
The smell of smoke had lingered too long on her, and she needed to shower quickly.
Zhan Qipei finally sat up with reluctance, and as Qiao Jing got up, she accidentally touched… her movement paused briefly.
The man’s eyes filled with suppressed desire looked over, his breathing became somewhat heavy, and as he planned to embrace her again, the phone began to ring.