The original owner of this body had a fiery temper, and Ji Xiaoxiao was no less so. If it weren't for the fact that it was broad daylight, the clear sky, and the inappropriate setting, Ji Xiaoxiao would have kicked that guy Li Xing away long ago.
“Miss An Ran, aren’t you engaged to Mr. Qiao Heyun? You’ve been flirting with other men behind Mr. Qiao Heyun’s back. How can you face Mr. Qiao Heyun?” Li Xing said sternly.
Ji Xiaoxiao composed herself, slowly sitting down in the chair, her heart pounding with joy and secret delight. She wasn't afraid of god-like opponents, but rather pig-like ones.
That's right. From the very beginning, Ji Xiaoxiao guessed that Li Xing was a thug hired by Qiao Heyun and his group. Unless someone was an idiot or a moron, Li Xing's seemingly indifferent words and actions, his nitpicking and fault-finding, clearly showed that his hostility towards Ji Xiaoxiao was not without reason.
"My engagement with Qiao Heyun was null and void long ago. From now on, we are separate people, and why should I remain chaste for such a scumbag? I'm not stupid, am I, Mr. Li Xing?" Ji Xiaoxiao's disdain turned into reality, blatantly slapping Li Xing in the face.
It's hard to find fault with something; one wrong move and it could become a trap.
Li Xing paused, then immediately fell silent. Everything has its limits; too much of anything is as bad as too little. If he continued to relentlessly pursue Ji Xiaoxiao, everyone would see that he was deliberately targeting her.
Lessons from the past should guide future actions. Given Ji Xiaoxiao's ruthlessness and intelligence, the other reporters only asked her some insignificant questions, and the press conference about the original owner's intimate photos was thus easily dismissed.
Exhausted, Ji Xiaoxiao returned to her original nanny van, waved her hand, and the driver, who had just been about to speak, obediently shut his mouth and went about his work.
While resting, Ji Xiaoxiao was unaware that Li Xing, in a sorry state, had left first and was now secretly plotting with Qiao Heyun and Song Weiwei to ruin her reputation.
“Mr. Qiao, you said that bitch Xu Li’an is vain and loves to pretend to be innocent, but I feel that… today she actually stopped pretending and lashed out at me.” Li Xing said in a low voice, extremely obsequious and flattering, “She’s two-faced, it’s disgusting.”
Qiao Heyun sat on the leather sofa, one arm around Song Weiwei, his hands moving over her body, stirring things up, while the other hand gently swirled the wine in his glass, its rich aroma filling the air. He tilted his head back and took a sip, his thin lips pursing the wine, savoring its sweet and intense flavor.
Seeing that Qiao Heyun made no response, Li Xing felt uneasy and quickly bowed, saying, "Mr. Qiao, rest assured, I will definitely handle the matter you entrusted to me."
"Oh!" Qiao Heyun uttered softly, as distant as the passing years.
"So you came back all this way today, did you manage to get everything done?" Qiao Heyun pushed Song Weiwei aside, stood up and reached out to tug at Li Xing's tie. Li Xing was caught off guard, and his clever words about success and failure landed right on Qiao Heyun's shiny leather shoes.
"Don't take on a job you're not qualified for." Qiao Heyun kicked Li Xing's jaw hard, instantly turning it into a bloody mess. Several blood-stained teeth spun around a few times before finally stopping beside Li Xing.
Li Xing screamed for a moment, then suddenly covered his mouth with his hand. Only a short time later, thick red liquid seeped through his fingers, dripping and splashing onto the ground.
He was on the brink of death, his life hanging by a thread. The tall man, 1.82 meters tall, had cloudy, wide-open eyes, his upright body trembling, looking exactly like a homeless stray dog.
"I'm giving you one last chance. If you can't make Xu Li give up her acting career, I'll take your life." Qiao Heyun waved his hand. "Get lost!"
Upon receiving the order, Li Xing hurriedly took his leave from Qiao Heyun.
After the outsiders left, the room was empty, leaving only a man and a woman alone in the room.
"Song Weiwei, are you satisfied?" Qiao Heyun suddenly asked.
---Aside---
Thank you Shenyu_Qingchen for the eight flowers!
Thank you Shenyu_Qingchen for the eight flowers!
Thank you Shenyu_Qingchen for the eight flowers!
Sending you a kiss, my dear!
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