☆、Fan 36: Your smile is so ugly, don’t smile again next time (Qiao Yipian)

"Song Libai, are you out of your mind?" Qiao Yi roared breathlessly in her high heels, her face full of murderous intent.

Song Libai, with his legs crossed, calmly observed the anger on her face before slowly speaking, "Miss Qiao, you are three minutes late."

"I'll fucking kill your whole family."

Before she could finish speaking, the man stood up and covered her mouth with his finger, saying, "Shh, girls should be polite."

Qiao Yi showed no mercy and bit down fiercely, decisively and without hesitation.

With a hiss, the man looked at the red mark on his finger with a flippant gaze. "Pretty ruthless, Qiao Yi."

Qiao Yi spat and glared at him fiercely, "Don't bother me, get to the point."

Song Libai stroked his chin, slowly returned to his seat, and said lightly, "Then I'll trouble Miss Qiao to go across the street and buy a cup of coffee."

All that could be heard was the clatter of high heels on the floor, seemingly venting her anger.

She could just give up and do whatever she wants, but that guy surnamed Song definitely won't let her off the hook, and her father might break her legs too.

Qiao rubbed her temples, feeling annoyed and gnashing her teeth. Sleeping with a man had caused her so much trouble; it was incredibly frustrating.

After these three months, she and that scoundrel will be irreconcilable enemies.

Half an hour later, she stepped into the office again, forcing a smile, "President Song, please."

Song Libai glanced at her and said, "Your smile is ugly. Don't smile like that again next time."

Qiao Yi immediately straightened her posture, her face serious, and said, "Oh."

She endured it and tried her best to get through those three months.

Qiao Yi's outward demeanor: Oh. Okay.

Qiao Yi in reality: I'll kill you.

A hint of a smile unconsciously flashed across Song Libai's eyes as he raised his chin to indicate to her, "Alright."

Qiao Yi's eyes lit up, thinking that she had successfully completed her mission and could now leave unscathed.

Unexpectedly, the man seemed to have seen through her little thoughts, and slowly took a sip of coffee, saying, "Sit down and keep me company while I work."

Qiao Yi: "..." A beautiful piece of traditional Chinese art was stuck in her mouth, and she didn't know whether she should say it or not.

She gritted her teeth and squeezed out the word "okay" from the tip of her tongue.

Of course, she was no ordinary person. Since he wanted her to stay and work with him, she would keep him company.

A sly smile flickered in her eyes as she turned up the video volume, creating an almost deafening chorus and a cacophony of screams.

She kept clicking her tongue in admiration, saying things like, "This little brother is so handsome," "This little brother has a great body, I want to touch it," and "This little brother has beautiful eyes too."

"I really wish I could find a younger brother like this to play with every day."

Song Libai clenched his fist, gritted his teeth, and thought to himself, "You're ruthless, Qiao Yi."

However, he continued to flip through the documents without showing any emotion, while various noises continued to emanate from the side, and he suddenly felt a little irritated.

His gaze swept over, and the woman almost seemed to be jumping out of the screen; her drool was about to spill out the next second.

What a loser.

"Qiao Yi." He couldn't help but call out her name.

Can't hear.

He patiently called out again, the word "Qiao Yi" almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

I still can't hear it.

"Six months." The words had barely left her lips when Qiao Yi practically jumped up from her chair, her face full of obsequiousness. "What is it, Mr. Song? Did you need me for something?"

Song Libai looked at her with a half-smile, "Can you hear me now?"

Qiao Yi gave a professional fake smile, "President Song, what are you saying? You're too kind and too formal."

Guess why I called you?

"I don't know, darling," she continued with a fake smile.

Song Libai ignored her and continued working on the documents in front of him. Qiao Yi tiptoed back, preparing to sneak away.

"Stand still." The man's sudden voice startled her, and she stopped almost reflexively.

She looked utterly hopeless. Why, why, as an adult, was she being punished by being forced to stand?

Doesn't she have any pride? She hates it.

Wanting to die is an attitude; wanting to die is an art.

Seeing her resentful look, Song Libai rubbed his temples and waved to her, "Never mind, you can go now. I'll contact you if anything comes up."

Qiao Yi felt even more irritated. She would have to be summoned and dismissed at will for more than two months, and suddenly she was filled with resentment.

She stood in front of him, looking down at him in her high heels, and began to negotiate, "Song Libai, let's talk."

The man looked up at her and nodded. "Go on."

"I'll make you sleep back, and then we'll pretend nothing happened, okay?" Her tone was slightly cold, seemingly tinged with impatience.

She had never suffered such injustice in her life.

Song Libai paused slightly in his hand, looked up and stared directly into her eyes, his gaze slightly cold, and said slowly and deliberately, "Don't even think about it."

"Okay." She turned and left without the slightest hesitation, as if she was determined to fight him to the end.

Song Libai shrugged, not caring at all.

He really wanted to thoroughly deflate her arrogance; in his entire life, apart from losing to Fu Chenyan, he had never lost to anyone else.

Qiao Yi came out of the office, kicking the stone under her feet with a face full of resentment, her heart filled with pent-up anger.

How did I end up offending such an ancestor?

To heal her emotional wounds, she must go to the bar tonight and pick up two handsome male models to admire their physiques.

With her optimistic attitude, she quickly adjusted her mindset and immediately felt happy.

"Yi-yi." She was suddenly hugged from behind, the man's voice sounding somewhat choked.

She frowned and shouted at him forcefully, "Huo Ling, let me go!"

Unexpectedly, the man's strength increased, and Qiao Yi felt as if her waist was about to break. Her tone became even colder, "Let me go, let's talk this out."

Huo Ling nuzzled her neck with his chin, seemingly fragile and vulnerable, "Don't lie to me, Yi Yi."

As soon as he let go, Qiao turned around, and a "smack" sounded in the air, and the man's face instantly turned away.

Five clear finger marks appeared on his face. He reached up and touched his cheek, turning his head to look at her with a wry smile. "Yi Yi, did I do something wrong?"

They looked so pitiful, as if they were abandoned puppies, ready to wag their tails at anyone who came into view.

Qiao Yi sneered, her eyes icy cold. "Huo Ling, what are you pretending for?"

Huo Ling's eyes were filled with hurt, and she seemed completely unable to understand what she was saying.

Her fair and delicate appearance is truly endearing; she looks weak, helpless, and harmless.

If she hadn't seen the video with her own eyes, she would have been fooled by his pitiful appearance.

"Huo Ling, aren't you tired of pretending?" She smiled, her eyes filled with endless sarcasm.

Huo Ling grabbed her arm, pleading with her, "Yi Yi, please explain clearly, I don't understand."