Chapter 292: Chapter 282 Divorce Agreement
Jiang Ning and Chen Jingling’s faces were so ugly, the business deal was definitely off.
The two no longer mentioned taking Lin Xiuxiang home, exchanged glances, and left in silence.
Lin Xiuxiang, watching their dejected figures, chuckled.
“Qiao Qiao, they probably didn’t expect you to be so amazing either, I really hate people who look down on others, and they talk in such an ugly way, I guess they won’t come again.”
Qiao Jing didn’t say much, just showed a faint smile.
Tang Yan tentatively asked, “Xiuxiang, have you made up your mind not to go with them?”
Lin Xiuxiang affectionately hooked Qiao Jing’s arm, rubbing her face against hers.
“Yeah, I’m not going with them. I can’t bear to leave my Qiao Qiao and others.”
Not long after, Tang Yan helped Qiao Jing hail a cab, then left with Lin Xiuxiang.
Qiao Jing returned to her usual work routine, waking up on time and preparing breakfast.
After she had eaten her portion, Zhan Qipei also came out of his room on time.
He quickly finished his breakfast, grabbed the car keys, and followed Qiao Jing downstairs.
“The weather forecast said it will rain today, I’ll pick you up in the afternoon, don’t take a taxi back by yourself.”
Although Qiao Jing usually took a taxi back from work, he still wanted to offer, just in case one day he could pick her up.
Qiao Jing, with a faint expression, refused.
Taking a taxi could solve the issue, there was no need to bother Zhan Qipei, he had his work too.
When she arrived at her lab, Qiao Jing suddenly remembered something.
She had forgotten an important document at home.
Qiao Jing changed out of her lab coat, was just stepping out of the lab, planning to go home when she ran into someone.
She looked up at him.
Xu Moqian, excitedly approaching, realized Qiao Jing was heading out and paused.
“Sister Jing? Where are you going?”
He had heard from the old man that Qiao Jing had rested well and was returning to work today, so he had specially come over.
His plan would still require getting the keys to Qiao Jing’s house.
Qiao Jing stopped walking.
“Going home to get some documents.”
Xu Moqian’s eyes suddenly lit up.
Heaven was truly helping him!
He began to eagerly speak.
“Let me get them for you.”
Qiao Jing furrowed her brows slightly and said faintly, “No, I’ll go get them myself.”
Things she could do herself, she didn’t need to trouble others to do for her.
Xu Moqian made a sound of disappointment but didn’t give up, seeing it as a perfect opportunity he couldn’t miss.
“I’ll go, I’m not busy, almost growing a beard here, I’m headed out now. Where are the documents?”
He began to walk out, not giving Qiao Jing a chance to reject him.
With no other choice, Qiao Jing put her work clothes back on.
“On the desk in my room.”
She watched Xu Moqian’s departing figure with some amusement, curious to see when he would realize he didn’t have the keys.
Xu Moqian hurriedly acknowledged several times, just as he walked out of the lab, he turned back again.
He patted his head and muttered a sentence.
“Gone dumb, haven’t I?”
It was probably because the plan was about to succeed, and his brain got overly excited, causing his intelligence to lag behind.
Xu Moqian walked up to Qiao Jing and spread out his hands.
“I forgot to take the keys.”
Qiao Jing laughed and took out the keys from her pocket, teasing Xu Moqian in a joking tone.
“I thought you’d only remember you didn’t have the keys when you got to my front door. Has your brain caught up now?”
Xu Moqian groaned and looked at Qiao Jing with a somewhat aggrieved expression, grabbing the keys from her hand and hurriedly walked out.
“Sister Jing, you’re too mean, you knew I forgot the keys and didn’t remind me.”
After leaving the institute, Xu Moqian felt that the sky today seemed bluer than before; he was very excited and immediately drove to Qiao Jing’s house.
When he opened the door to Qiao Jing’s house, he felt his heartbeat speeding up a lot.
The first thing he did was go to Qiao Jing’s room, find the documents, and then head to Zhan Qipei’s room.
Standing at the door to Zhan Qipei’s room, Xu Moqian took a deep breath. The plan was about to succeed!
He took out the item he had prepared early in the morning and slammed it hard on Zhan Qipei’s desk.
It seemed like an act of venting his anger.
After doing all this, he revealed a triumphant smile.
Now let’s see if you can avoid divorce; no more shamelessly clinging to my Sister Jing after this!
Xu Moqian whistled cheerfully and left, taking the documents Qiao Jing needed back to the institute.
Zhan Qipei got off work a bit earlier than usual today and bought some dishes Qiao Jing loved to take home.
He had volunteered yesterday to cook dinner today.
After all, it was usually Qiao Jing who cooked, so this time he planned to cook dinner for both of them, to give her a break.
His phone battery was low by the time he left work; he was worried that if he took a while cooking and the phone automatically turned off, Qiao Jing wouldn’t be able to reach him if she called.
His phone battery was low by the time he left work; he was worried that once he started cooking, his phone might automatically turn off, making him unreachable if Qiao Jing tried to call him.
Just as he reached his desk to pick up the charger, Zhan Qipei saw a piece of white paper on the desk.
He paused. The paper wasn’t his.
Zhan Qipei picked up the paper and the first thing he saw were the glaring five words.
He opened the agreement in silence and saw that someone had already signed the name at the bottom.
The handwriting was Xu Moqian’s, deliberately imitating Qiao Jing’s.
After writing more than a dozen drafts, he finally produced the most convincing imitation of the agreement, enough to deceive Zhan Qipei.
Zhan Qipei, who was adept at conducting business, rarely showed a flustered expression in his dark eyes.
He immediately recalled the last phone call Qiao Jing had made to Zhan Yuanshan, mentioning divorce.
Was that not a joke then? Did she really not want to spend even the last 28 days with him, so eager to divorce?
Zhan Qipei frowned deeply, his lips tightly pressed, his face frosty as he stared at the agreement.
His hands tightly clenched the agreement, veins bulging, causing the paper in his hands to become even more crumpled.
A chill suddenly surged up from Zhan Qipei’s feet, instantly dropping the room’s temperature by several degrees Celsius!
After a long silence, a rustling sound suddenly erupted in the room.
Zhan Qipei tore the divorce agreement into scraps, crumpled them up, and threw them all into the trash can.
His face tense, his dark eyes fixated on the wad of paper scraps in the trash can.
Suddenly, the phone on the desk rang.
Zhan Qipei immediately saw the caller; it was Qiao Jing.