Chapter 123 - 117 You Are My Wife
Chapter 123: Chapter 117 You Are My Wife
Lan Yinyin was already so filled with hatred that she gritted her teeth, and now, after hearing what Qiao Jing said, she only then realized, damn it, she had spent a hundred thousand just now!
Get it back?
Lan Yinyin indicated she still wanted to save face.
In the end, Lan Yinyin could only angrily glare at Qiao Jing and Zhan Qipei as they left side by side.Nôv(el)B\\jnn
“Hmph!” Lan Yinyin let out a cold snort.
She could see now, Qiao Jing had done it on purpose, deliberately demanding an exorbitant sum of money from her.
Not only that, Qiao Jing’s interest in Zhan Qipei was not as the information she had obtained, uninterested in Zhan Qipei.
After all, the Madam of the Family Head, huh!!
That position, like the queen of the family, how many women wouldn’t want to sit in that position.
“Let’s just wait and see how the play unfolds on the donkey’s back, and watch how I snatch Zhan Qipei away from you!”
After Qiao Jing and Zhan Qipei left the cinema, Qiao Jing opened the banking notification from just now and handed the phone to Zhan Qipei.
“This is the money she just transferred to me. I think she is deliberately getting close to you, afraid that her intentions are not that simple, you better be careful.”
Zhan Qipei slightly raised his eyebrows, which were as resolute as mountains and as ethereal as mist, his eyes and brows holding back an almost spilling joy.
She still cared about him.
“I think you might be overthinking it,” Zhan Qipei purposely said so.
“More than two months ago, if it weren’t for her saving me, I probably wouldn’t be standing here talking to you. Since she saved me, why would she harm me?”
Hearing this, Qiao Jing lowered her eyelids, her brows lightly furrowed.
Although Zhan Qipei’s analysis made sense, the problem was, Lan Yinyin wasn’t the one who saved him!
How was she supposed to explain this to the man?
Zhan Qipei was watching Qiao Jing, who was deep in thought, his pupils slightly narrowed, pondering in his heart: How much longer can you hold back?
“I’ve already warned you. If you don’t take my words seriously, then forget about it. Don’t blame me for not reminding you when you regret it later.” Qiao Jing said and then opened the car door and got in.
Zhan Qipei followed into the car and looked at Qiao Jing, “How could I possibly not take what you say seriously, you are my wife after all.”
The word “wife” made Qiao Jing feel incredibly strange inside. After a silence of two seconds, she added, “In name.”
“…The wife,” Zhan Qipei added.
Qiao Jing “…”
Qiao Jing took out her phone and began to casually scroll, too lazy to play childish word games with the man.
Seeing that Qiao Jing had no intention of continuing the game, Zhan Qipei also lost interest, started the car, and left.
Lan Yinyin watched as the taillights disappeared around the corner and made a phone call.
Before she could speak, the voice of the man on the other end of the phone spoke up first.
“No need to say anything, I already know. You’ve made a mess of this job.”
Upon hearing this, Lan Yinyin was so frightened that her face paled, and her blood almost froze.
The methods of the Fifth Master were terrifying to a non-human level. If she failed this mission, what awaited her… she dared not even imagine.
“Fifth, Fifth Master, please… please give me another chance, I… I will surely complete the task you gave… gave me perfectly.”
On the other end of the phone, the man kicked the service girl who was doing his nails, tipping her over.
“You’re bleeding.” The man looked at his foot, where blood was oozing from under his toenail.
The service girl, trembling with fear, knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, “Fifth Master, I was wrong! I was wrong, please spare my life! Spare my life—”
Fifth Master waved his hand, and his bodyguards stepped forward, dragging the service girl away, one on each side.
“Ah—” A scream echoed from outside the room, particularly harrowing and chilling.
Lan Yinyin could hear it clearly across the phone, and for a short while her heart sank to the bottom.
“Work well, and once the task is done, I will satisfy any one wish of yours.” “Yes, yes! I promise I’ll do it well and not let you down, Fifth Master.”
At that moment, the man was watching the LCD TV in front of him, which was displaying the very scene where Qiao Jing and Lan Yinyin were confronting each other in the movie theater.
“Hehehe…” The man let out a low chuckle, sending shivers down the spines of those around him.
Especially Lan Yinyin, who had no idea what the man was laughing about.
“This Qiao Jing, he really is an interesting person.”
The man picked up a glass of red wine from the table, brought it to his lips for a sip, wine overflowing, sticking out his tongue to lick it up, his whole demeanor vampire-like and sinister.
“Achoo—,” Qiao Jing sneezed, sniffling his nose.
Zhan Qipei turned his head to look at Qiao Jing, “Caught a cold?”
“My nose is just a bit itchy.”
After saying that, Qiao Jing added, “Don’t worry, it’s not a cold, it won’t infect you.”
Hearing this, Zhan Qipei chuckled and shook his head, “Do you think that’s what I’m worried about?”
With a slight raise of his brow, Qiao Jing responded in confusion, “Then what is it?”
Driving and distracted, Zhan Qipei glanced at Qiao Jing, his thin lips curling up, “Aren’t you supposed to be smart? You guess.”
Qiao Jing rolled his eyes subtly.
This man really was boring enough.
Say it or don’t!
Over the next two days, Lan Yinyin tried all kinds of ways to get close to Zhan Qipei, but to no avail.
One day, she accidentally discovered that almost every night Qiao Jing would buy groceries to bring home.
So she speculated in her heart, could it be that Qiao Jing’s cooking skills were good, conquering the taste buds of Zhan Qipei?
Lan Yinyin believed there was a high probability that her guess was right.
“No matter how good the cooking is, can it be better than mine?”
Lan Yinyin was quite confident in her own culinary skills, because initially when the Fifth Master trained her, it was in preparation to infiltrate a big-shot’s side, and she had undergone all-around training.
Especially in the aspect of cooking, where she excelled tremendously.
After understanding Zhan Qipei’s taste, she immediately went to the market to buy ingredients and cooked several dishes Zhan Qipei liked to eat.
“Ding dong—” Knock on the door.
As soon as Zhan Qipei opened the door, he saw Lan Yinyin coming in with a food container.
“I’ve cooked some dishes myself, I wanted to bring them over for you to taste.”
Without waiting for Zhan Qipei to invite her in, Lan Yinyin took off her shoes and entered on her own, walking up to the table and taking out all the meticulously prepared food.
Twice-cooked pork, sweet and sour chicken, braised fish, Mapo tofu. Four dishes in total, all were Lan Yinyin’s specialties.
She was certain that after Zhan Qipei tasted her dishes, he would be conquered by her.
Just as Lan Yinyin was brimming with confidence, Qiao Jing’s voice suddenly came from the kitchen.
“Zhan Qipei, I asked for your help with the dishes, what are you doing?”
Whose orders was that tone giving? This Qiao Jing really thought too highly of himself, didn’t he?
No sooner had Lan Yinyin finished her thought than she saw Zhan Qipei hurrying towards the kitchen.
“What did you go off to do?”
“Lan Yinyin just came over.”
“So that’s an excuse for you to slack off?”
“My mistake, it won’t happen again.” After saying this, Zhan Qipei walked out of the kitchen holding a dish in one hand.