Chapter 345: Chapter 334: Ni Yue Wants to Compete with Zhan Qipei for His Wife
Ni Yue, however, refused to tell, starting to tease with a coquettish tone in her voice.
“Oh, you’ll know once you get here—how could I spoil the surprise beforehand? Anyway, I promise you’ll definitely love it; I spent a long time preparing it!”
Qiao Jing felt somewhat helpless, suppressing her curiosity and agreeing to it.
“Okay, I’m heading there now.”
Ni Yue giggled, saying, “Love you, muah~”
Just as Qiao Jing hung up the phone, preparing to change her clothes, Zhan Qipei’s voice came through.
“Was that Ni Yue who called?”
Qiao Jing stopped in her tracks and noticed Zhan Qipei staring at her with a resentful gaze, as if she were a heartbreaker.
She helplessly answered the man.
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhan Qipei’s expression visibly darkened.
Qiao Jing’s temples suddenly throbbed, and she rolled her eyes in exasperation.
This dog of a man was at it again, always getting jealous — it was one thing with men, but he was even jealous of women, and even got jealous of the kids at the orphanage last time.
She felt sorry for Zhan Qipei’s future wife for a few seconds.
After all, this man’s jealousy was too much for anyone to handle.
Seeing that Zhan Qipei didn’t speak, Qiao Jing simply went back to her room, changed into another set of clothes, and came out.
She tied her hair into a casual ponytail, wore a loose white T-shirt with a coffee-colored coat over it, and gray wide-leg pants.
A lot of people dressed in this type of outfit; it was very common.
Zhan Qipei watched Qiao Jing intently, his tone full of jealousy as he spoke.
“You’re dressing up to meet Ni Yue? Are you sure you and Ni Yue are just ordinary friends?”
Qiao Jing frowned thoughtfully, glancing down at her outfit.
Wasn’t it just a very common casual wear?
If she randomly grabbed someone off the street, they’d likely be dressed similarly to her.
So what was the problem with her wearing this to meet Ni Yue?
If she and Ni Yue were not just ordinary friends, what other relationship could they possibly have?
This man must have a hole in his brain.
She couldn’t be bothered with Zhan Qipei and headed towards the entryway to change her shoes.
But the man moved faster than her, reached the coat rack at the entryway, took down his own coat, and dressed swiftly.
Zhan Qipei also picked up the car keys from the cabinet and quickly put on his shoes.
Qiao Jing was stunned for a moment, looking at Zhan Qipei as if he were about to go out, and she asked.
“Are you going out? Didn’t Tang Yan call during dinner, saying that the video conference was about to start?”
Zhan Qipei adjusted his smoke-like eyebrows but didn’t answer Qiao Jing’s question.
“I’ll take you to Ni Yue’s house.”
Qiao Jing exasperatedly held her forehead, this man was at it again.
He always seemed desperate to stick by her side, insisting on driving her everywhere.
“You should really focus on your work.”
She stepped past Zhan Qipei, put her shoes on and walked a few steps out when she heard footsteps following her, growing more speechless.
Qiao Jing turned around, staring at the man.
“Are you really that idle?”
Even for her to take a cab downstairs, did Zhan Qipei need to escort her personally?
Zhan Qipei pursed his thin lips, still holding the car keys, staring intently at Qiao Jing.
Seeing he had some self-awareness gave Qiao Jing a bit of relief, and she retorted.
“If you’re so busy, why do you still want to drop me off?”
Zhan Qipei stepped forward a few paces, pressed the elevator button, and replied indirectly.
“Don’t waste my time; I need to drop you off at Ni Yue’s house immediately and then rush back home to work.”
With a “ding”, the elevator arrived.
Qiao Jing rubbed her forehead helplessly, feeling that continuing this standoff was indeed no solution, and made a request.
“You can take me there, but you can’t stay. After you drop me off downstairs, you have to go back to work.”
Zhan Qipei’s lips were tightly pursed, and his brows furrowed even more, his tone a bit strange.
“Why can’t I stay? What do you two want to do?”
Qiao Jing rolled her eyes, knowing that the man was again wildly imagining things in his mind.
“If you won’t take me, I’ll take a taxi myself.”
Zhan Qipei watched as Qiao Jing walked a few steps toward the door and quickly followed her, eventually compromising.
A moment later, the car stopped in front of Ni Yue’s house.
Before getting out of the car, Qiao Jing gave Zhan Qipei a somewhat uneasy look, and only after confirming he had no intention of unbuckling his seatbelt did she step out of the car.
Yet Zhan Qipei pursed his lips and didn’t answer, nor did he start the car.
Just as Qiao Jing was about to speak to persuade him, she was suddenly embraced around the waist.
She knew without guessing that the person behind her was Ni Yue.
Qiao Jing reluctantly extricated herself from Ni Yue’s embrace and glanced at the villa behind her.
“Where’s my surprise?”
Ni Yue huffed softly, hugging Qiao Jing face-to-face, and started nuzzling against her cheek affectionately.
“What’s more important, the surprise or me? Let’s talk about that inside. I’ve missed you so much, babe. Let me give you a kiss.”
At this moment, the car hadn’t driven away yet, and Zhan Qipei saw this scene. His gaze instantly darkened as he stared at Ni Yue.
Suddenly, he noticed that Ni Yue’s hands began to wander restlessly.
Initially, Ni Yue was just holding Qiao Jing’s waist, but now she even dared to move her hands downward!
Did she think he didn’t exist?
Zhan Qipei, with a grim expression, got out of the car and stared at Ni Yue.
Ni Yue shivered under Zhan Qipei’s gaze, and her restless hand immediately stopped.
She defiantly glared at Zhan Qipei, but his look seemed almost like he wanted to flay her alive. Reluctantly, she let go of Qiao Jing.
“Xiao Jingjing, let’s go inside.”
Seeing Zhan Qipei come down, Qiao Jing frowned.
“Didn’t you promise you’d go back?”
Zhan Qipei pursed his lips, refusing to speak, and silently followed behind Qiao Jing.
In the end, Qiao Jing couldn’t outstubborn Zhan Qipei; unable to send him away, she had to let him follow.
Ni Yue led Qiao Jing into her room and even added her own sound effects when opening the door.
In the center of the room was a black backless dress, revealing a whole expanse of backskin, with a V that extended down to the small of the back.
Ni Yue excitedly walked over to the dress, beginning to describe it to Qiao Jing.
“Xiao Jingjing, this is tailored specifically for you, pretty isn’t it? I spent a lot of effort on it, worked on it for over a month, and had you come over as soon as it was finished.”
Qiao Jing’s eyes brightened upon seeing the dress.
Each dress Ni Yue designed for her was exactly to her taste, every time capturing precisely what she liked.
Standing behind her, Zhan Qipei didn’t think so, his eyes filled with gloom.
This backless dress was even more revealing than the one Qiao Jing wore at the last banquet.
The V at the back almost extended down to the very bottom of her spine, and Ni Yue definitely did it on purpose.
He just knew Ni Yue wanted to steal his wife!
Zhan Qipei’s icy gaze landed on Ni Yue, frosty disdain filling his eyes and brows.
Ni Yue felt somewhat baffled, what exactly was Zhan Qipei doing?
Although she did indeed want to compete with him for Qiao Jing, was it really that evident?
Besides, she was the one who knew Xiao Jingjing first, if anything, it was Zhan Qipei who forcibly took what wasn’t his.
And it was just a dress after all. Her eyes darted about, glancing at the dress.
A flash of insight struck her, and she thought of a way to irritate Zhan Qipei, something he couldn’t fault her for, and she flashed a smug smile, deliberately walking up to Qiao Jing.
“Xiao Jingjing, try it on and see how it looks. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you wear it since I started making this dress.”