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Chapter 60 I’ve given you a chance to regret, little fox.
Ming Yin lay weakly on the bed, a thin layer of sweat clinging to her body, the hair on her forehead sticking together.
Pei Que carried her to take a bath, changed the bedsheet that was no longer usable, and carefully placed Ming Yin on the bed.
After skillfully completing these tasks, he wrapped himself in a gray robe, sat on the sofa bench beside the bed, and looked at the sleeping girl with a deep gaze.
The room fell silent, his peach blossom eyes devoid of any emotion, no one knew what he was thinking.
After a long time, he leaned down and gently touched the girl’s slightly swollen lips, then turned and walked to the balcony.
The night was dark, the moon was bright, and the stars were sparse.
He took a cigarette from the pack, put it in his mouth, the flame flickered, then crimson in the boundless silence.
Tonight, he lost control.
He rarely lost control; his ability to control his emotions was already adept, even his father couldn’t easily provoke his anger.
But today, for an inexplicable blind date, because of the possibility of Ming Yin getting married, his rationality easily collapsed.
His brows furrowed, even the tobacco couldn’t smooth out the turmoil in his heart.
Turning around, facing the bustling outside, he looked at the quiet and sleeping girl inside the room.
Suddenly, he recalled the first time he saw her.
…
Last year, he went to S country for business negotiations.
In the evening, local friends invited him to a bar gathering, and he didn’t refuse.
The friends’ gathering was lively, and he didn’t know how much alcohol he had been poured; by the end, he was slightly tipsy.
He walked out of the bar, pinching his brow.
It was at that moment that Ming Yin bumped into him.
Taking advantage of his eyes closed for adjustment, she pounced straight into his arms.
His first reaction was annoyance, about to push her away, but a square piece of hard material was thrust into his hand.
He knew what it was, but he had no interest in dealing with it.
Annoyed, he raised his eyelids, and in his field of vision was a bold yet naive and beautiful girl, her beautiful fox eyes carrying teasing and apprehension, staring at him unerringly.
When her gaze met his, she blushed and seemed to want to look away, but stubbornly maintained eye contact.
In the many years of running the Pei family, he was least willing to indulge in flattery with women again; those admiring and ambitious gazes disgusted him.
But Ming Yin was different; her eyes were warm and pure, and he even felt like he had seen her somewhere before.
Driven by alcohol, the girl’s stubborn gaze, or the reminder of the square package in his hand.
Almost involuntarily, he raised a smile and asked her, “Do you know what this represents?”
He flipped the small package in front of her eyes.
His cold white fingers lazily held it, exuding a strong sensuality.
He saw the girl hesitate for half a second, then nod firmly.
At that moment, the smile at the corner of his mouth disappeared.
He forcefully pulled her waist into his arms, “I’ve given you a chance to regret, little fox.”
That night, Ming Yin bloomed to the fullest under him, enchanting and bone-chilling.
…
From that time until now, a whole year has passed.
At first, he thought Ming Yin liked him, but as they spent more time together, she always maintained a sense of distance, placing herself in a suitable companion position.
He began to think that this woman was likely just infatuated with his appearance, daring to provoke him actively.
In this year, she had almost integrated into his life, and the two were intimate.
But today, his little fox told him that she wanted to get married, to break free from him.
But,
How is that possible?
From childhood to adulthood, the experience of fighting like a trapped beast taught him that attack is the best defense.
In this game, she made the first move, and he must control the outcome that follows.
The cigarette burned out, and he extinguished it and threw it into the ashtray.
He waited outside for the smell to dissipate before entering the room.
He lifted the thin blanket, embraced the girl in his arms, his chest against her back, completely enveloping her.
Smelling the fragrance on her body, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
—
On the other side, Chen Xingran’s surgery was very successful, and the excised tumor was sent for pathological examination, awaiting the final results.
Chen He ultimately didn’t dare to leave. After knowing the relationship between Jiang Wansheng and Qin Mo, his demeanor was completely different from before.
Qin Mo suddenly became busy upon hearing that the EIP Industrial Park was undergoing a major transformation.
Jiang Wansheng continued to shuttle between “Haiying” and the hospital.
That night, Qin Weizhao sent an invitation for a group call.
Jiang Wansheng had changed into a nightgown, lying on the sofa watching a documentary on the screen.
Her legs, as white as jade, were crossed, and the camisole design highlighted her delicate collarbones.
Since Chen Xingran’s surgery, she hadn’t seen Qin Mo for two days, and their communication was limited to messages on WeChat.
In addition to Qin Mo promising not to stay overnight at Chongfei Garden, she felt reassured and changed into this cool nightgown without wearing any underwear.
She clicked into the page, and Qin Weizhao had already turned on the camera, but Ming Yin hadn’t answered the call yet.
Qin Weizhao had a face mask on, only revealing a pair of sparkling almond eyes and a pink, small mouth.
“Sheng Sheng, I miss you so much,” Qin Weizhao’s sweet voice flowed through the earpiece.
She smiled, “I miss you too. Are you competing tomorrow?”
At this, Qin Weizhao sighed, “Yes, so I’m just chatting with you to relax.”
“By the way, what is Ming Yin doing? She’s not answering the phone.”
As soon as someone mentioned it, Ming Yin’s hurried voice came through, “Sorry, sorry, I had it on mute.”
Qin Weizhao was surprised, “Why aren’t you turning on the camera?”
“Not now, I’m chatting with Weizhao, you go out first!” Ming Yin didn’t answer but spoke to someone on her end.
A few seconds later.
A low, reluctant reprimand sounded, “Tsk, Chen Yu is really something.”
Qin Weizhao visibly petrified, then realized and directly approached the camera, “Ming Yin, Ming Yin, turn on the camera. This voice sounds a bit off, I need to confirm.”
After a few moments of silence, the camera turned on.
Ming Yin appeared on the screen with a helpless expression, “It’s Pei Que, no need to confirm.”
“…”
“!!!”
Qin Weizhao’s lips were open for a long time before she squeezed out a sentence, “When did this happen!”
She realized belatedly, “That college student? It’s you!”
“This is outrageous, how dare you, even daring to pry into my private affairs, Pei Que, you’re shameless!”
Qin Weizhao shouted directly, determined to make Pei Que hear.
“Stop shouting, I’ve driven him to the living room, he doesn’t dare to come in.”
Qin Weizhao exaggeratedly started pinching her philtrum, “This is too much, you two are too presumptuous, too presumptuous!”
Glancing around, she saw Jiang Wansheng’s calm expression and sensed something, “Sheng Sheng, you also know about this?”
Jiang Wansheng cleared his throat, “…Yes.”
“You two secretly conspired behind my back, I’m so pitiful.” She pretended to cry.
Ming Yin chuckled, “Don’t cry now, you’ll have a reason to cry when you come back.”
“?” Qin Weizhao paused, “What do you mean? What are you hiding?”
Jiang Wansheng averted his gaze unnaturally, not daring to look at Qin Weizhao’s expression at the moment.
“And, what’s going on between you and Pei Que, tell me the truth!”
Ming Yin laughed, “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you when you come back.”
Qin Weizhao took a deep breath and sighed, “I wanted you to cheer me up, but I ended up biting off more than I could chew.”
Ming Yin teased, “What great encouragement, are you all fired up now?”
“…” Qin Weizhao’s face stiffened, “You understand encouragement.”
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