Qiao Zhen covered Qi Yijuan with her suit jacket, calming her anger. "Yao Anjing, I won't let this go. Just wait and see if the Yao family will pay for this."
Ignoring the disheveled Yao Anjing, she carried Qi Yijuan away, leaving behind bodyguards lying haphazardly on the ground and grass battered and torn in the wind.
Qi Yijuan's driver was waiting at the intersection. Qiao Zhen helped Qi Yijuan into the car. "To the nearest hotel."
The driver stepped on the gas and sped to a five-star hotel a few blocks away, where he quickly checked in for a suite.
Qiao Zhen stuffed the room key into her bag and helped Qi Yijuan into the elevator, hoping that the police wouldn't sweep them out during a prostitution raid, which would be too embarrassing.
With a flushed face and rapid breathing, Qi Yijuan was placed on the large bed. He remained curled up, tightly protecting what was between his legs.
"Yi Juan?"
Qi Yijuan opened his eyes in a daze. He frowned tightly, unable to see clearly. He tried to say something, but only a few weak and faint syllables came out.
Qiao Zhen: [Can this medicine be used as an antidote?]
Xiao Ling: [No.]
Qiao Zhen: [Are you a fake system?]
Xiao Ling: [I'm the real system, that's why I can't cure this drug. Every world exists independently. Do you think this is something your mission target created? We're all about the thrill and excitement. Besides, that drug can cause him to hallucinate. He just had his encounter with Yao Anjing, so he should be able to tell. It'll be a bit difficult for you to sleep with him, but you have to persevere. You can't let your decades of sexual happiness be ruined today.]
Qiao Zhen had a terrible headache. She immediately blocked Xiao Ling and reached out to touch Qi Yijuan's burning cheeks.
Qi Yijuan turned his head away and shrank back towards the head of the bed, trying to get as far away from Qiao Zhen as possible.
"Little silk flower?" Qiao Zhen bent down and leaned closer, kissing Qi Yijuan's lips. "I'm your wife, look at me more clearly?"
She just hoped Qi Yijuan could see her true colors; otherwise, if she did it in a muddled way, who knew how disgusted Qi Yijuan would feel. Well, actually, she felt disgusted too.
"Get away from me... huff... further away... oh, further away..."
Qi Yijuan did not recognize her, or even if he saw her face, he did not believe that she was Qiao Zhen.
Qiao Zhen looked at the area a few inches below Qi Yijuan's abdomen, which was bulging. If he kept holding it in any longer, he would really be ruined!
I don't care anymore, I'll force myself on her.
Qiao Zhen flipped over and straddled Qi Yijuan, quickly stripping him naked. She even deliberately pinned his hands above his head, thinking to herself with smug satisfaction that her wifely power was simply at its maximum, hehehe.
Just as she was about to sit down, Qi Yijuan buried his face in the blanket and pleaded, "Kill me...please...kill...kill me."
Qiao Zhen didn't hear clearly. Only after the two merged did she bend down to listen to Qi Yijuan's fragmented voice, "What did you say?"
Qi Yijuan stared at Qiao Zhen with bloodshot eyes. He twisted his body, trying to hide, but there was nowhere to go. Tears streamed down his face, and he could only plead with difficulty, "Kill...please, kill me. Zhenzhen...will be angry, sob...she doesn't want me anymore, sob sob..."
Qiao Zhen felt a pang of sadness. She leaned over and kissed the corner of the man's eye, then whispered comforting words in Qi Yijuan's ear, "It's me, be good, don't move. Daddy's little silk flower is the best."
Upon hearing this, Qi Yijuan looked at Qiao Zhen with a sob in his eyes. He felt as if he were on a cloud or in hell, constantly tormented, until finally his vision went black.
After Qi Yijuan's complexion returned to normal, Qiao Zhen noticed that although he was asleep, there were still tears in the corners of his eyes. She leaned over and kissed the corner of his eye, then reached out to smooth his furrowed brows. Qiao Zhen sighed, "How can you be so good to me?"
She mimicked her previous actions, reaching out to rub Qi Yijuan's head. The effect was surprisingly good. Qi Yijuan followed Qiao Zhen's arm, snuggled into her arms, found a comfortable sleeping position, and fell into a deep sleep.
Qiao Zhen chuckled softly, propping her head up to look at the man's mature face, then pinching it affectionately.
A few hours later, Qiao Zhen felt sticky and uncomfortable all over, so she got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Qi Yijuan was also awakened by the rustling sound of water. He frowned, and the moment he opened his eyes, all his memories came back to him, and his face turned pale instantly.
He remembered mistaking Yao Anjing for Qiao Zhen, and the sticky feeling on his body. That person couldn't be Qiao Zhen. If it were Qiao Zhen, she would have carried him to the bathroom to clean him up.
Qi Yijuan seemed to have lost his soul; nothing had mattered anymore. He knew Qiao Zhen too well. Her doting on him, her affection for him, were all based on the premise that he was hers alone. But now… Qi Yijuan stared blankly out the window; it was almost dark.
He was trembling, trembling violently.
He would die without Qiao Zhen, but he doesn't want to die now. He will not let Yao Anjing, that rich man, or anyone involved in this matter get away with it. He will absolutely not let them get away with it!
Qi Yijuan's eyes held an unprecedented ferocity. He silently closed his eyes and buried himself in the blankets. His hands had never been stained with blood, so he would start practicing on the person in the bathroom.
Who says everything is difficult at the beginning? Actually, it's not that hard.
Qiao Zhen was wrapped in a bathrobe, her hair still wet and hanging over her shoulders. When she came out, she saw the man huddled in the blankets. She bent down, picked him up, and carried him into the bathroom.
The bathtub contained water that she had just adjusted to the correct temperature.
Qi Yijuan originally intended to take advantage of the woman's moment of vulnerability and kill her with a single blow.
But the woman picked him up, in a princess carry. Before he could even hesitate, she had already placed him in the bathtub. He eagerly opened his eyes and saw Qiao Zhen's chubby chin. A surge of joy welled up inside him. "Zhenzhen..."
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