"..." Although she thought the person in front of her was really mentally challenged, she still had to be tolerant of him. After all, no matter how mentally challenged he was, he was now her provider.
It's great to have someone inherit Qiao Zhen's system mission.
Her gaze was complicated. "Are you... not sick?"
He Zhao pulled Qiao Zhen's hand and placed it on her left breast. "Feel it, your heart doesn't lie."
His heart was pounding.
Qiao Zhen stood up in a panic, accidentally knocking the tablet to the ground. The web series that had just been playing went black. "You should go back first."
He Zhao pressed his advantage, his eyes filled with such tenderness that they seemed to drown Qiao Zhen, "Okay, I'll wait for your reply."
Qiao Zhen kept dodging and weaving until He Zhao left, at which point she revealed her cunning eyes.
She finally understood. In his previous life, Fan Zhao regained all his memories and died of frustration. Was he here in this life to regain his former glory? If she played along, wouldn't he end up losing his temper?
The original owner had neither education nor extensive experience, so Qiao Zhen could only serve tea and water at nightclubs and occasionally wink at wealthy patrons to get some tips.
Although she now has money from exchanging gold bars, the original owner didn't have any gold bars. He Zhao has recently appeared in front of her again as if he's gone crazy, scaring her so much that she doesn't dare to take out her money.
That day, He Zhao visited the private room that Qiao Zhen was in charge of. The room was full of upper-class people, so Qiao Zhen stood quietly and straight in the dark corner.
He Zhao beckoned to Qiao Zhen, "Pour the wine."
Qiao Zhen steadily carried the wine over and bent down to pour it into the wine glass in front of He Zhao. Unexpectedly, He Zhao suddenly grabbed her arm and made her fall into his arms.
"you……"
He Zhao tilted his head back and kissed her lips.
No way, this guy seems to be a seasoned pro; she can't resist his advances.
Qiao Zhen shrugged.
He Zhao raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?"
Qiao Zhen glanced at He Zhao and smiled seductively, "You didn't kiss me for nothing and then not pay me, did you?"
He Zhao chuckled and placed the wine glass in front of Qiao Zhen. "Follow me, and the money is yours."
Qiao Zhen took the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. Her fair throat slid smoothly, making He Zhao's mouth dry. He coughed lightly, "So, you agree?"
“Of course. One hundred million a month, otherwise forget it.” Qiao Zhen smiled broadly.
He Zhao hooked his arm around her neck and pulled her into his embrace. "Sure, one hundred million, I can afford it."
#Shocking! Business tycoon sleeps with barmaid, earns 100 million a month!!#
As the saying goes, "People are afraid of becoming famous, just as pigs are afraid of getting fat." While He Zhao was keeping Qiao Zhen as his mistress, a wealthy young lady who coveted He Zhao began to have various chance encounters with Qiao Zhen.
Qiao Zhen was walking in the snack section of the mall. She reached out to grab some potato chips, but another slender, white hand reached over and took them from her. Qiao Zhen subconsciously turned her head and saw a well-dressed woman dressed in designer brands standing behind her.
If you can't afford to offend her, you can always avoid her.
Qiao Zhen pushed the shopping cart, ready to leave.
"etc."
Qiao Zhen turned around. "Is there something you need?"
The woman held the potato chips, looking at the packaging. "Miss Qiao seems to not only enjoy these things, but also delicacies. I wonder which one Miss Qiao prefers?"
Before Qiao Zhen could retort, the woman spoke again, "Oh, the fact that you're here is the most straightforward answer. A bag of potato chips for five yuan and seventy cents is a perfect match for Miss Qiao."
The woman disdainfully put the potato chips back on the shelf.
Qiao Zhen immediately reached out and put the potato chips from the shelf into the shopping cart. "Miss, since you can give away potato chips, then since you're so generous, can you give me the delicacies too? I have one flaw, which is greed. I won't leave He Zhao until I get half of his wealth. But don't worry, after I succeed, I'll take care of you."
The woman wasn't angry. "Are you worthy?"
"Whether I'm good enough or not, we'll find out soon enough," Qiao Zhen said with a half-smile, looking at the woman before pushing the shopping cart to the checkout.
Qiao Zhen was walking down the street carrying two large bags of potato chips when suddenly a black van stopped beside her. Her intuition told her that something bad was about to happen. Before she could leave with the potato chips, a pair of hands reached out from the van and covered her mouth and nose.
How despicable! There was a piece of white, damp cloth on her hands. Qiao Zhen's consciousness lasted no more than three seconds before she began to feel drowsy. Her eyes rolled back, and she passed out.
When she woke up, she was in a closed room with only one window, and the room was swaying. There was nothing binding her. She moved her legs and struggled to get up from the ground. She saw that the two large bags of potato chips she had bought were still beside her.
Is this how people nowadays treat victims with such respect when they cause trouble?
Qiao Zhen gripped the window with both hands, standing on tiptoe to look out. She saw the shimmering, undulating water, and occasionally seagulls flying past the window.
Oh no, I'm going to drown at sea.
Hearing the clatter of leather shoes on the ground, Qiao Zhen immediately leaned over the door and pricked up her ears.
The clicking sound was just passing by.
The system has detected a camera.
Qiao Zhen: [Where are you?]
[In the right corner of the back of your head, there is only a very faint red dot. There is light there, so you can't see it with your naked eye.]
Qiao Zhen's heart sank slightly. She could occasionally hear a tapping sound passing by the door, but no one pushed it open.
The door was an iron door; even with all her skills, she couldn't possibly chop it open with her bare hands or kick it open. She sat cross-legged on the ground, munching on potato chips.
He Zhao, who was watching the situation in the closed room on the computer, couldn't sit still. If Qiao Zhen wasn't scared out of her wits, how could his heroic rescue of the damsel in distress be highlighted?
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