Chapter 361 Stop fooling around, okay?
Qin Ce stared at her for a long time, making Qiao Xing feel uneasy.
He suddenly asked, "In what capacity should I buy it for you?"
This question stumped Qiao Xing, leaving her speechless for a long time.
Qin Ce leaned back on the sofa and quietly watched her, as if he wouldn't help unless she answered.
Qiao Xing stood in front of him like a student facing a teacher. She lowered her head and hesitated for a long time before finally saying a few words.
"Friends...that's fine too."
Upon hearing these words, Qin Ce scoffed, "Friends? Who wants to be friends with you?"
Qiao Xing paused for a moment, then looked up at the man.
He said calmly, "If we were friends, I would have thrown you out dressed like this in front of me."
Qiao Xing lowered her head again, embarrassed.
She didn't know what to say.
After a moment of silence, the atmosphere grew increasingly awkward. Qiao Xing quietly walked to the side, where there was a single sofa by the window.
She held her phone and sent a message to Bai Yi.
She wanted Bai Yi to bring her a set of clothes, and Bai Yi didn't refuse, but asked her which room she was in.
Qiao Xing turned her head and stole a glance at Qin Ce over there.
Qin Ce was also looking at her. She turned her head and met Qin Ce's gaze. Qiao Xing asked somewhat guiltily, "Which room is this?"
Qin Ce didn't speak, clearly indicating that he didn't intend to tell her.
Qiao Xing is increasingly suspicious that he did it on purpose, just to keep her locked up here.
She suddenly got a little angry, put down her phone and stood up abruptly. She walked towards the door to check the house number.
Qiao Xing arrived at the door and had just grasped the doorknob when suddenly a slender hand reached out from her body and pressed down on the door.
She turned around and glanced at Qin Ce behind her. "What are you doing?"
Qin Ce leaned against the door, looking down at her, a dangerous glint in his deep eyes.
"You really want a divorce from me?"
Qiao Xing's heart skipped a beat, and her expression became complicated. "Qin Ce, we..."
Qin Ce interrupted her, "Don't talk about the difference in status. Give me a reasonable reason that I can accept."
Qiao Xing opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
She couldn't find any other reason besides this one.
His excellence was unmatched, and that alone was enough to make her feel so inferior that she couldn't lift her head.
"Can't say it?"
Qiao Xing pursed her lips tightly; she truly couldn't say it.
Qin Ce stroked her cheek with his fingers. "Stop making a fuss. I lied to you and I apologize. I'll do anything you want, just don't keep talking about divorce. Don't ignore me, okay?"
Qiao Xing gripped the bath towel tightly with her fingers, squeezing it tighter and tighter.
He leaned slightly closer to Qiao Xing and whispered, "Didn't you also say that we shouldn't miss out on what we have now because of uncertainties about the future?"
“This is different.” Qiao Xing turned her head away, avoiding his breath. “The uncertainty I mentioned before is now.”
Qin Ce frowned, turned Qiao Xing's face towards him, and forced her to look him in the eye.
Anger flickered in his dark eyes.
Qiao Xing felt a tingling sensation down his spine, as if a storm was brewing.
"Let go of me!" She pushed Qin Ce, but couldn't budge him. Instead, he grabbed her wrist.
He grabbed Qiao Xing's wrist and pressed it against the door, saying in a deep voice, "What exactly do you want me to do?"
"Qin Ce, I've made myself perfectly clear. You don't need to do anything. Go back and think it over carefully. We're simply not... a good match."
Qiao Xing tried to persuade him, but he only grew more sullen with each word she uttered, until she eventually fell silent.
"Where did you get that conclusion?"
Qiao Xing was stunned. "What?"
"It's not suitable? Who told you that? Or are you a prophet who knows in advance what will happen in the future?"
"Isn't this already quite clear..."
Qin Ce suddenly pinched her cheek, stopping her from speaking. His hand was big, and Qiao Xing's face was small, so he pinched her into a bun.
"Stop talking, I don't want to hear any of it."
Qiao Xing stared at him, turned her head and struggled a couple of times, "Let me go!"
Unable to bear his touching, she raised her remaining hand to push him away.
He leaned close to her face and whispered, "Stop fooling around, okay?"
He spoke very softly, as if coaxing a child, and even gave her a kiss on the corner of her lips.
Qiao Xing turned her head away, "That's what I should be saying to you. Stop messing around and let me go!"
She has no clothes to wear and doesn't even have the confidence to speak.
Qin Ce laughed angrily, "Me, making a scene?"
Qiao Xing glared at him, but before she could say anything, Qin Ce suddenly grabbed her chin and kissed her without saying a word.
Qiao Xing froze for a moment, and by the time he reacted, he had already conquered the territory.
She tried her best to push him away, but couldn't.
Qiao Xing was furious and bit his lip.
The man paused, then raised his eyelids to stare at Qiao Xing. As their eyes met, they both saw the raging anger leaping in each other's eyes.
In addition to anger, Qin Ce's eyes also held a chilling, sinister glint.
Qiao Xing's heart suddenly jumped.
The next second, he held the back of Qiao Xing's head and deepened the kiss.
With his other hand, he ripped off her bath towel, and a chill ran through her. Qiao Xing's eyes widened in shock.
His large hands roamed over her body, his rough fingertips gliding across her skin, sending a shiver down Qiao Xing's spine.
Realizing his hand was getting deeper and deeper, Qiao Xing panicked and struggled desperately.
With less and less air in her lungs, Qiao Xing felt dizzy, and her struggles became insignificant.
Just when Qiao Xing felt like she was about to suffocate, Qin Ce released her, but not completely. He kissed her all the way down her neck, following her chin.
As they continued downwards, Qiao Xing, not knowing where the strength came from, pushed him away with all her might.
Then he raised his hand and brought it down on his face.
"Smack—"
A loud slap rang out, echoing in the room for a long time.
Qin Ce stood in front of her, staring intently at Qiao Xing, five red marks quickly appearing on his face.
Qiao Xing bent down, picked up a bath towel, and covered her chest with it, glaring angrily at Qin Ce with red eyes.
Seeing the tears in her eyes, Qin Ce realized he had gone too far. He remained silent for a moment, composed himself, and returned to normal.
"I'll go buy you clothes."
After saying that, he pushed Qiao Xing aside, opened the door, and walked out.
After closing the door, Qiao Xing leaned against it, her legs trembling. She was unsteady on her feet and slid down the door to sit on the floor.
She closed her eyes, breathing heavily with lingering fear.
After Qin Ce went downstairs, he met Qin Yi and Yang Han coming in from outside at the door.
The three of them exchanged glances. Yang Han was about to greet him when she suddenly noticed the handprint on his face and her expression turned strange. She guessed what it was, but she didn't dare to ask.
Qin Yi, unaware of the seriousness of the situation, blurted out, "Brother, what happened to your face?"
Qin Yi wore a mask and hat, covering himself up completely, so no one would know it was him if he didn't make a sound.
Qin Ce gave him a cool glance.
"Who hit him?" Qin Yi asked fearlessly again. He was shocked because he couldn't imagine who would dare to hit his older brother.
Yang Han kept giving him meaningful glances, but unfortunately Qin Yi didn't see them.
"This is outrageous! Who hit me, brother? I'm going to settle the score with him!"
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