Qiao Zhen recalled the Maybach speeding away, its speed almost reaching the speed limit line on that road, showing how anxious the driver was.

An indescribable emotion welled up in her heart, and she couldn't tell whether it was guilt or gratitude.

Thinking back to the things she had said to Lu Zheng, she blushed and shook her head violently.

No, she didn't force Lu Zheng to save her. Besides, if she had asked the police for help, the driver would have backed down. So it's not like she owed Lu Zheng a debt of gratitude.

Yes, that's it! Qiao Zhen convinced herself that she had to be a "heartless little thing" when facing a scoundrel like Lu Zheng, and turned on her computer to start working.

As soon as it was time to leave work, her colleagues left one after another, leaving only Qiao Zhen in the large office. She had gone out in the morning and had a lot of work to finish today. She sent a message to Qiao Luosheng and continued to work on translating documents with her overseas partners.

Her stomach was growling with hunger, so she ate a biscuit to tide her over, thinking that she should finish her work as soon as possible and go home.

Although Qiao Luosheng knew that she sometimes worked overtime and stayed out all night, she didn't go home yesterday and was worried about her younger brother, so he had to go home today no matter what.

The wall clock pointed to nine o'clock. Qiao Zhen let out a long sigh, stretched, and shook her head like a kitten.

"ha."

Only a lamp was left on above her head, and in the exceptionally dim office, a short burst of laughter suddenly rang out, instantly reminding Qiao Zhen of all sorts of office ghost stories, and she couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.

"Who's there?" she asked, mustering her courage.

"I."

A towering figure emerged from the shadows.

Qiao Zhen was surprised. When did Lu Zheng arrive?

She didn't even notice it, even though this man had a powerful aura and sharp eyes that made his presence impossible to ignore.

Lu Zheng strode over to her workstation, looking down at her with a blank expression.

Only he knew that the adorable image of Qiao Zhen yawning and stretching kept replaying in his mind, constantly suppressing a restless feeling.

“Come with me somewhere,” he commanded.

Qiao Zhen could only think of two places—his apartment and the hotel's penthouse suite.

Is he here to settle scores from the day?

"Mr. Lu, I have to go home today." Qiao Zhen refused resolutely, her small face slightly raised, her eyes resolute, showing her stubbornness that she would rather die than sleep with Lu Zheng.

Lu Zheng broke down in an instant, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he asked, "When does Zhenzhen plan to sleep with me?"

Qiao Zhen was annoyed. "If President Lu only has yellow waste, I'm leaving."

“We’re not going to a hotel.” Lu Zheng grabbed her wrist.

Qiao Zhen couldn't break free from his hand, and asked helplessly, "After we go there, can I go home tonight?"

"Can."

Qiao Zhen got into Lu Zheng's car, her heart pounding, regretting that she had agreed too hastily.

She glanced at Lu Zheng out of the corner of her eye; he was driving intently.

Soon, the car stopped in front of a quiet two-story villa. Qiao Zhen's heart jumped into her throat. She followed Lu Zheng hesitantly. When the European-style door was pushed open, the gorgeous dress that came into view almost brought her heart back to normal.

It turned out to be a haute couture dress shop.

Lu Zheng whispered a few words to the waiter, who then smiled and brought over a dress, inviting Qiao Zhen to try it on.

"What's going on?" Qiao Zhen was not completely at ease.

Lu Zheng said, "There's a charity auction tomorrow night, and I'd like to invite you to be my date, so I need a dress."

"I can't..." Qiao Zhen refused without even thinking. Attending such an important public occasion with Lu Zheng would be like announcing their relationship to the wealthy circle.

Lu Zheng took the dress from the waiter, gestured for them to leave, then bent down slightly to look Qiao Zhen in the eye, "Zhenzhen, would you like me to help you change your clothes myself?"

He's really capable of doing it.

Qiao Zhen angrily snatched the dress from his hands, "I'll do it myself!"

She walked towards the fitting room, and Lu Zheng continued from behind, "Didn't you promise yourself to go to the Zhang Foundation and help me get that painting back? You didn't succeed. Tomorrow, President Zhang will auction the painting at the banquet. Aren't you going to help me get it back?"

"I don't have the money to buy the painting." (Just kidding, it's worth at least thirty million!) Qiao Zhen rolled her eyes and pulled back the curtain of the fitting room. "Miss Shen should go with you. She wants that painting back even more than I do, otherwise she wouldn't have rushed to the company so early this morning to insist I go."

Lu Zheng raised an eyebrow: "She's on a business trip out of town, she can't go."

What a coincidence? Qiao Zhen glanced back at Lu Zheng.

Lu Zheng added, "She will be unable to cause you any trouble for a long time."

Qiao Zhen stared in surprise, but thinking about it, since Lu Zheng knew that she went to see President Zhang, he must also know that Shen Yan was instigating behind the scenes. So, in order to vent her anger, he drove away his fiancée.

Her heart was in turmoil, and she couldn't quite describe her joy.

If Lu Zheng had been honest and law-abiding, things wouldn't have gotten to such an ugly point.

Qiao Zhen, feeling annoyed, pulled the curtain shut and tore off the dust bag from the dress. It was a pure white fishtail dress, adorned with dazzling diamonds at the hem. One could imagine the radiant beauty of her as she walked.

She once owned many beautiful and expensive haute couture gowns, and thought that after the Qiao family's downfall, she would never be able to wear them again, but unexpectedly...

She took off her skirt, put on a formal dress, looked at herself in the mirror, and sighed softly.

What girl doesn't love a pretty dress?

"Is it changed yet?" Lu Zheng asked from outside the curtain.

"No!" Qiao Zhen quickly replied, afraid he would come in.

The dress had a zipper at the back. She stretched her arm as far as she could, but couldn't zip it up. She was also afraid that she would use too much force and ruin the dress.

A dress like this usually costs around seven figures, which she can't afford to pay for.

The more she tried to pull, the less she could manage. Under the light of the overhead lamp, Qiao Zhen quickly broke out in a cold sweat.

"Is it ready yet?" Lu Zheng urged again.

Qiao Zhen thought she should just take off her dress and tell Lu Zheng that it fit, and that she could ask someone to help her change clothes tomorrow, but the zipper got stuck!

"Hiss—" The zipper rubbed against her back, the stinging pain making her gasp.

The curtain swayed a few times, a gust of wind swept in, and when she looked up, Lu Zheng was already standing in front of her.

"Is it okay now?" Qiao Zhen hurriedly stepped back, lowered her hands, and secretly clenched her armpits to prevent the skirt from slipping down, pretending that she had already changed her clothes. "I think it fits well. Call the waitress in. I have a question to ask her."

Lu Zheng didn't speak, his gaze sweeping over her snow-white skin and delicate collarbone. The dress made according to the data he provided perfectly outlined her proud curves, every part was just right, and the pure white color made her look even more gentle and charming.

"Are you satisfied now? I'm going to change back into my clothes." Qiao Zhen felt that the back of her hand was about to give way.

Lu Zheng's gaze passed over her shoulder and landed on the mirror behind her. A ripple of emotion spread across his eyes, and the corners of his lips turned up.

Qiao Zhen noticed and turned around. The full-length mirror revealed her bare back!

Looking at Lu Zheng's deep expression, only two words came to her mind—

Danger!