Qiao Chen pressed the record-ending button, then looked up at Yu Muqing with a slightly hoarse voice: "If I weren't sitting in this seat, would you even glance at me?"
Seeing his serious expression, Yu Muqing guiltily avoided Qiao Chen's gaze, closed the computer screen, and picked it up to hug her.
He jumped off the table, turned to face Qiao Chen, and said, "I'll hand the video over to the police. You can handle it yourself."
After saying that, he turned to leave, but Qiao Chen immediately stood up from his chair and shouted at his back, "Qingqing, I did all this for you!"
Yu Muqing paused at the door, her back to him, and said, "Qiao Chen, it's over."
As he pulled the doorknob, preparing to leave, a gust of wind brushed past his ear. Yu Muqing looked up and saw a large hand bracing against the door, slamming it shut again.
A shadow was cast on the door, enveloping Yu Muqing, and the overwhelming sense of oppression made him feel suffocated.
Qiao Chen grabbed his arm, turned him over, and pinned him against the door, looking at him with bloodshot eyes: "Qingqing, give me a little more time..."
Yu Muqing slammed her back against the door, frowning as she looked at him: "What time did I give you? Time to seize power and usurp the throne?"
Qiao Chen pulled him by the arm and hugged him tightly, whispering in his ear, "I still have some things to take care of."
"So what?" Yu Muqing chuckled awkwardly.
"So, Qingqing, please give me a little more time, just for the sake of the Fu family, okay?"
Yu Muqing was taken aback, but after careful consideration, she realized that sending Qiao Chen and Jiang Yuqing to prison now would indeed not be beneficial to the Fu family.
He pushed Qiao Chen away and looked at him calmly, asking, "Is there anything else you haven't done?"
Qiao Chen took off his glasses and put them in his shirt pocket, then looked up and met Yu Muqing's gaze: "Qingqing, have you ever had feelings for me?"
Yu Muqing looked at him calmly and said, "What's the point of asking these questions now?"
Seeing his calm expression, Qiao Chen anxiously grabbed his arm, "You just need to tell me, yes or no..."
"No." Yu Muqing replied without hesitation, meeting his gaze coldly.
Yu Muqing was too cold and calm, and Qiao Chen couldn't detect a trace of guilt in his eyes.
His voice choked with emotion, tears welling in his eyes: "Not even... for a single second?"
Yu Muqing, expressionless, said slowly and deliberately, "Yes, not even for a second, is that alright?"
He emphasized every word, each one piercing the heart.
Qiao Chen turned his face away and laughed self-deprecatingly. A tear slid down his cheek and fell to the ground as he moved, his heart aching numbly.
He bit his lip, suppressing his tears, and looked directly into Yu Muqing's eyes again, his eyes red: "So what you said in bed..."
“I’ve said those things to other people too,” Yu Muqing looked at him coldly, her face full of sarcasm. “You don’t think you’re an exception, or do you actually believe it?”
Their relationship was purely based on mutual benefit; there was no genuine affection between them.
"..." Qiao Chen gritted his teeth, his grip on Yu Muqing's arm tightening.
Yu Muqing felt the pressure on her shoulder, glanced indifferently at the anger in his eyes, and smiled: "What, you want to hit me?"
Qiao Chen remained silent, so Yu Muqing continued to stab him in the back: "Qiao Chen, aren't you a jerk?"
"..."
"You know perfectly well I'm not a good person, yet you act like you can't live without me. Did I beg you to sleep with me? No, right? Weren't you the one who practically groveled before me? Who are you trying to impress with this half-dead act? What else can you be but a cheapskate?"
Yu Muqing poked his chest with her index finger and repeated coldly, "What else can you be but a slut?"
Qiao Chen lowered his eyes, the suppressed emotions churning within them finally spilling out.
He looked up at Yu Muqing, who was giving him a cold, mocking smile.
After a long silence, he spoke in a deep voice: "I'm a joke to you."
Yu Muqing grabbed his collar and nodded, saying, "Yes, you're a joke, so can you get lost now?"
Qiao Chen frowned, feeling a tightness in his chest.
He raised his hand and gently pulled down Yu Muqing's wrist, lowering his eyes as he said, "Okay, I will leave, but not now. I need some time."
Qiao Chen gripped his wrist tightly. Yu Muqing frowned and struggled for a moment, but Qiao Chen didn't move. He just looked at him quietly, his eyes cold.
Yu Muqing gave up struggling and looked up at him: "Fine, I'll give you time."
He paused for a moment, then added, "But I need to know and understand your every move clearly."
Qiao Chen then let go of his hand, turning her head away from his face and saying, "Okay."
The two were perfectly aware that the Fu family was no match for the Jiang family, so before Qiao Chen left the company, they had to get the Jiang family to terminate their contract with the Fu family.
The key to the successful termination of the contract was Qiao Chen, because Qiao Chen had something on Jiang Yuqing.
Yu Muqing's indifference had completely broken Qiao Chen's heart, and he was no longer willing to force or interrogate Yu Muqing.
He's tired too; it's time to let go.
He should bear the consequences for the wrongdoings he has committed.
His only hope now is that Yu Muqing can forgive him.
With tears welling up in Qiao Chen's eyes, he asked Yu Muqing, "If I make Jiang Yuqing terminate her contract with the Fu family, will you forgive me?"
Qiao Chen's eyes reddened, his usually straight back relaxed, and his usually meticulously styled hair became a little messy after the argument. He looked dejected and dejected.
Qiao Chen used to be decisive and a powerful figure in the business world, always standing tall with his back straight. But now, Qiao Chen's whole being exudes humility.
Yu Muqing was slightly taken aback; this was the first time he had ever seen the word "humble" in Qiao Chen.
He frowned slightly, lowered his eyes, and looked away: "No, let's leave it at that, Qiao Chen."
As Yu Muqing turned around, she pulled the doorknob, when a "thump" sound came from behind her.
Qiao Chen knelt down, head bowed, and grabbed Yu Muqing's trouser leg, his voice trembling with sobs: "Qingqing, I'm sorry. I will make Jiang Yuqing terminate the contract with the Fu family, and I will turn myself in, but..."
He sniffled as he spoke, and the man who never shed a tear was crying uncontrollably. He wiped his tears with the back of his hand and said intermittently, "But after I turn myself in, could you... forgive me for now?"
He didn't cry hysterically; his sobs were barely audible, disturbing Yu Muqing's peace of mind.
He didn't want to leave Qiao Chen with any unrealistic fantasies, so he left her with the words, "You'd better take care of yourself."
After saying that, she opened the door without hesitation, shook off Qiao Chen's hand, and walked out.
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As Yu Muqing stepped out of the office, her assistant told her that Fu Yan had already left.
Yu Muqing handed him the notebook, put one hand in her pocket, walked to the elevator, pressed the button for the basement, and casually asked, "When did he leave?"
The assistant said, "About half an hour ago, they were in a real hurry, saying their wife was missing..."
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