Every second was damaging Fan Zhao's nerves; he was mentally challenged.
"Hold!"
He cursed, stubbed out his cigarette, and decided to go find Qiao Zhen and Du Feng.
At this moment, Qiao Zhen was quietly eating dinner, while Du Feng was taking a shower in the bathroom.
"Ding-dong—"
The doorbell rang. Qiao Zhen assumed it was a waiter coming to collect the trays, so she opened the door. It was Fan Zhao. She was momentarily stunned. "What are you doing here?"
Fan Zhao chuckled, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "That's the question I should be asking you: What are you doing here, and with Du Feng no less?"
Qiao Zhen tugged at Fan Zhao's sleeve, "Let me explain, Du Feng and I came here because..."
Was it because Du Feng was wronged and she felt ashamed in the Du family that she came to the hotel to comfort him and lick her wounds? She simply couldn't bring herself to say that. Awkward.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Fan Zhao glared at Qiao Zhen, then pushed Qiao Zhen aside and squeezed in.
Qiao Zhen naturally tried to stop him, and she touched her nose guiltily, "Let's talk outside, not here. I promise you, my relationship with him is purely platonic."
"Click".
After showering and applying medicine, Du Feng emerged from the bathroom, the red marks on his body clearly visible. He had applied concealer before entering the hotel, so the marks had been mostly hidden, but now they were clearly visible, showing just how badly Zhuo Jue had abused him. If Qiao Zhen were to reveal the whole story now, wouldn't that be like stabbing Du Feng in the heart?
Water droplets still dripped from Du Feng's hair, and his bathrobe was loosely tied up. "There's nothing between us, but she has to stay here today."
Enraged, Fan Zhao immediately started fighting. Du Feng was no match for him now. Fan Zhao completely crushed Du Feng. Of course, Qiao Zhen couldn't stand by and watch. She grabbed Fan Zhao from behind, pulled him to the side, and hugged his waist.
"What are you standing there for?! Go into the bathroom and lock the door!" Qiao Zhen shouted urgently.
Du Feng didn't try to be brave. He rubbed his aching back and, just as Fan Zhao was about to break free from Qiao Zhen, dashed into the bathroom, yelling, "Damn!"
Two male celebrities swore on the same day. Is this a sign of moral decay or the extinction of humanity?
Afraid of revealing her true strength, Qiao Zhen released Fan Zhao's waist as Du Feng hid in the bathroom. "Why did you hit him?!"
Fan Zhao flew into a rage, "I want to beat him to death!"
Qiao Zhen's eyelids twitched. "What problem would killing him solve?!"
Fan Zhao gritted his teeth in anger, his cheeks puffing out. "Qiao Zhen! Come back with me, and I can let today's matter drop." He grabbed Qiao Zhen's arm. "Come back with me!"
Du Feng was brutally forced into a relationship. If she leaves now, what will Du Feng do?
Qiao Zhen was also angry. She abruptly pulled her hand away. "Go back!" Her voice suddenly softened. "I'll come and explain to you in a few days, okay?"
"No!" Fan Zhao grabbed Qiao Zhen's arm again, pleading, "You're mine, why should you stay here with him?! I'm your boyfriend. I was wrong last night, you can hit me, scold me, okay? Come with me, okay? What's so great about Du Feng? Didn't you say he's not as good as me at all?"
His anxiety was palpable on his face, and his eyes were red-rimmed. "You said it yourself, you forgave me, you wouldn't leave, please come back with me, okay?"
"He is Du Feng."
Qiao Zhen spoke very softly, as if it were just a sigh, but it left Fan Zhao stunned on the spot.
Yes, because he is Du Feng, he is more important than her. Du Feng is the one who has been with her for four or five years, the one who has spoiled her for four or five years. Why should she leave Du Feng for Fan Zhao, whom she has only known for half a year?
Fan Zhao took a few steps back, rubbed his eyes with his fingertips, and then turned and left.
Qiao Zhen took a few steps forward, but didn't chase after him. She knocked on the bathroom door. "Okay, he's gone. You can come out now."
Du Feng pushed open the door and came out. He sighed, "Sigh, today's events have implicated you."
Qiao Zhen patted his shoulder to comfort him, "What are you talking about? We've been friends for so many years. If I'm not here, who else can you trust to keep you company?"
Du Feng felt somewhat guilty. "He has his pride. What he just said proves that he really likes you so much that he has put aside his pride. If you don't explain to him now, it may be difficult to explain after today."
Qiao Zhen pushed Du Feng onto the large bed. "You should rest well and think about how to face Zhuo Jue in the future. After all, you're in the same industry, and you'll see each other all the time. Should you forget him or develop the relationship...?"
Du Feng's expression instantly became agitated, "How could I possibly develop a relationship with that beast?! I like beautiful women with big breasts and curvy hips!"
Qiao Zhen raised her hands in surrender, "Fine, fine, you decide." Her tone became serious, "But haven't you ever thought about why you're almost thirty and still have no feelings? Think about whether you felt anything last night. Don't let your so-called pride cause you to miss out on something, Du Feng! Face it bravely!"
Du Feng's face was a jumble of colors—white tinged with red, red with blue, blue with purple, and purple with black—like a palette of hues (his expression was incredibly complex). He gritted his teeth and said, "No way! I like women!"
Qiao Zhen could tell everything from his expression. "Please accept my condolences."
"Qiao Zhenzhen!" Du Feng roared, "Don't you dare tattle on me to Zhuo Jue, do you hear me?!"
"I heard you, I heard you." Qiao Zhen hurriedly responded, taking out the outfit she had prepared from her bag. "I'll pack up and go back. You can take care of Aunt Du yourself."
...
Recently, Fan Zhao has been avoiding Qiao Zhen. No matter where she gets the information and tries to intercept Fan Zhao, Fan Zhao can perfectly evade Qiao Zhen. Just when Qiao Zhen went to Fan's Group to intercept someone again, Yan Le came down from the president's private elevator. She saw Qiao Zhen waiting for Fan Zhao in the lobby and couldn't help but step up to Qiao Zhen in her 12-centimeter stiletto heels. "Oh, I thought you could be taken out by Fan Zhao a few times. Turns out your methods are nothing special."
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