Alarm bells rang in Qiao Zhen's mind, and she stepped back.

She had absolutely no desire to do anything with that jerk in a fitting room surrounded by three mirrors and with a curtain that could be easily pulled back!

Lu Zheng approached step by step, his powerful aura enough to imprison her firmly, leaving her nowhere to escape.

"Wait a minute!" Qiao Zhen placed her palm against Lu Zheng's chest, trying her best to maintain the last half-arm distance.

Through the thin fabric, her palms could feel the thick, firm muscles, with a slight softness that felt wonderful to the touch. Uncontrollably, Lu Zheng's perfect figure with a broad back and narrow waist appeared in her mind.

She was so angry at her own useless brain.

"What are you waiting for? Aren't you cold?" Lu Zheng quickly darted behind Qiao Zhen, neatly adjusted the zipper, and zipped it up.

By the time Qiao Zhen realized what was happening, the slight coolness on her back had disappeared, but when her fingers gently brushed across her skin, the warm touch turned into flames on her back, burning intensely.

She felt even hotter and shifted her waist uncomfortably.

"Don't move." Lu Zheng coughed lightly, crossed his arms, and examined the value of a "treasure" with his eyes looking at him from head to toe three or four times.

That kind of gaze made Qiao Zhen feel uncomfortable.

"That's enough, Mr. Lu. If you're not satisfied, we suggest you find a different female companion!"

"Exchange?" Lu Zheng stroked his chin with his long fingers, his gaze lingering on Qiao Zhen's slender waist. "No one else agreed to help me get that painting."

“Since the painting is so important to President Lu,” Qiao Zhen’s heart was stung by Lu Zheng’s repeated emphasis on the painting. She pretended to be tough and said, “I will do my best to get the painting back for you tomorrow as a thank you for helping me. I also hope that President Lu will keep his distance from me outside of working hours in the future.”

Lu Zheng's eyes flashed dangerously, "You're really good at playing your little tricks."

Qiao Zhen emphasized, "I don't think it's excessive to make such a request given how important the painting is to you."

Lu Zheng chuckled softly, "This cunning little fox."

She wanted to escape, but he wouldn't let go.

"Let's see if you have the ability first," Lu Zheng said coolly. "There are many people who want that painting, otherwise I wouldn't have asked President Zhang to buy it in advance."

Qiao Zhen suddenly realized that tomorrow she would not only be facing other buyers, but more terrifyingly, Lu Zheng would turn around and trip her up!

That treacherous and cunning scoundrel!

She clenched her fists, wanting to punch that overly handsome face.

In the end, I held back.

Qiao Luosheng and Lu Xiao got into a fight, and although the situation wasn't serious, she still demanded three million in compensation.

If Lu Zheng himself gets injured, wouldn't that cost at least 300 million?

Then she can forget about ever severing ties with Lu Zheng for the rest of her life.

"Besides, it was a done deal for you to be my date, so how can you use that to pay off a debt?"

Hearing Lu Zheng's green tea-like tone, Qiao Zhen took a deep breath.

Men are indeed driven by their lower instincts; he hasn't had enough fun yet, so how could he let go?

She silently told herself to stay calm.

Lu Zheng suddenly grabbed her chin and said seriously, "Stay close to me tomorrow. You don't need to go to see President Zhang yourself. You know what kind of person he is."

"A serious man is even more terrifying," Qiao Zhen muttered in agreement.

Lu Zheng stared at her adorable little face, flushed with pink, like a sweet and juicy peach, making one want to take a bite.

He regretted agreeing to let her go home tonight.

We absolutely need to get some compensation.

The next second, Lu Zheng kissed the corner of her lips, moving his kiss to her teeth.

"Ugh—" Qiao Zhen was caught off guard by Lu Zheng's sudden attack and instinctively punched him in the chest.

Lu Zheng chuckled softly, released her, and called the designer over.

Qiao Zhen quickly took a breath and adjusted her facial expression to a natural state.

Lu Zheng pointed to her waist and gave instructions in a low voice.

The designer nodded repeatedly, "Don't worry, Mr. Lu, I will make the changes as you instructed."

"Hmm." Lu Zheng called the waiter over again and went out.

After changing back into her own clothes, Qiao Zhen followed Lu Zheng out of the dress shop and listened to him talk about tomorrow's schedule.

A car appeared next to the Maybach, and a well-dressed middle-aged woman carrying a food cooler bowed respectfully to them.

"Mr. Lu, here is your order. Enjoy your meal."

Lu Zheng took the insulated box and handed it to Qiao Zhen, who was already sitting in the passenger seat.

Qiao Zhen held the box in her arms; it was heavy.

Unsure of what Lu Zheng was planning, she proactively reminded him, "Mr. Lu, you promised me that I could go home after we finished here."

Lu Zheng glanced at her profile. The streetlights flashed by, making her face appear and disappear in the light, but they couldn't hide her stubbornness.

The time has already reached ten o'clock.

"Of course." Lu Zheng gripped the steering wheel tightly. "You must maintain a good complexion and be in good condition, otherwise I will lose face at tomorrow's banquet."

Qiao Zhen's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, relaxed, and she turned her head to focus on the street scene.

When she arrived at the entrance of the residential area, before getting out of the car, she pointed to the insulated box in her arms, "This..."

"These are all for you," Lu Zheng said. "Your physical condition isn't good, so you need to exercise more and eat on time."

Qiao Zhen could easily understand the deeper meaning behind those words, and her face flushed uncontrollably. "I can't eat that much."

"Then put it in the fridge, get out of the car." Lu Zheng irritably ran his fingers through his hair, then leaned sharply towards Qiao Zhen. "Does Zhenzhen perhaps want to invite me home for dinner?"

This tone might sound a bit greasy on someone else, but it was completely different on Lu Zheng.

His hair, casually combed back, was slightly messy, with a few strands of bangs hanging down his forehead, adding to the man's wild beauty. His deep, ocean-like eyes gleamed with a metallic light, like a vicious wolf preparing to launch a fierce attack.

If she lingered even a second longer, Qiao Zhen felt she would be completely taken advantage of by him, so she quickly got out of the car and said, "I won't see you off, Mr. Lu!"

After saying that, he picked up the insulated box and quickly walked into the community gate.

Lu Zheng watched that slender and graceful figure until it disappeared behind the building, then he slammed on the gas pedal, and the car roared away like a wild beast.

Qiao Zhen stood in the community garden, examining the insulated box under the streetlights. There was no restaurant name marked, and the lunch boxes inside only had the names of the dishes labeled. They were all home-style dishes, but judging from the middle-aged woman's attire and demeanor, they must have come from the most upscale hotel in Jiangcheng.

She thought of what to say before carrying the insulated box home, which attracted Qiao Luosheng's attention. He watched curiously as Qiao Zhen put the food into bowls and plates.

"I'm working overtime today, and the boss treated the staff to a meal, but we ordered too much." She put some of the portioned food into the refrigerator. "The extras are for me."

She closed the refrigerator door, thinking the argument was impeccable, but when she looked up, she saw Qiao Luosheng grinning slyly.

"Sis, don't lie to me," Qiao Luosheng tugged at her sleeve, "When are you going to bring your husband home so we can meet him?"

“There is absolutely no brother-in-law,” Qiao Zhen emphasized.

Before, when I was dating He Yang, I felt it wasn't the right time. Firstly, Qiao Luosheng was too young, and secondly, my mother was sick and I didn't want her to worry. Now I'm really glad I didn't bring him home, otherwise, would that scumbag have made things easy for them?

Lu Zheng could never be her boyfriend.