Chapter 12: Chapter 11 Zhan Qipei Can’t Control His Own Eyes

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Zhan Qipei’s face turned dark instantaneously, and even the phone in his hand creaked under his grip.

“Boss, the document—this document is urgently awaiting your signature.” Tang Yan said, steeling himself.

Tang Yan’s words interrupted Zhan Qipei’s train of thought. After recomposing himself, Zhan Qipei’s complexion slowly returned to normal.

What on earth was he thinking just now? Who Qiao Jing associated with or whom she got close to, what did it have to do with him?

Zhan Qipei tossed the phone aside, took the document from Tang Yan, and just as he was about to pick up the pen to sign, a “ding—” sounded.

A new message had arrived.

Zhan Qipei kept his posture ready to sign and didn’t move. Three seconds later, he glanced at the cell phone screen.

It was a voice message from Zhan Yuanshan.

“Boss, about the document—” Tang Yan hadn’t finished speaking when he saw Zhan Qipei set down the document in his hand, pick up the phone, and play the voice message.

“Nanqing, since when did you start lying? Seeming to hold hands? How is that possible? I know Jing Girl very well; she doesn’t even spare a glance for your brother, so how could she take a fancy to the Xu family’s boy?!”

Upon hearing this voice message, Zhan Qipei rarely twitched the corner of his eye.

However, upon careful reflection, it seemed indeed just as Zhan Yuanshan said. The girl had been indifferent and aloof towards him, acting completely like a stranger.

For the past couple of days, Zhan Nanqing had been incessantly murmuring in his ear about how Qiao Jing was deliberately putting on that cool and unruly facade, playing hard to get.

To be honest, with his unique insight into people and things, he actually felt that was the genuine nature of Qiao Jing.

“Boss?” Tang Yan called out anxiously again.

His voice broke through Zhan Qipei’s thoughts.

Forget it, why think so much about it—after all, she was only his legal wife for 100 days. After those 100 days, it would be back to each their own path.

thoughts out of his mind and picked

the large-scale shopping mall soon to be established, and the specific related matters and

for

centered around the

It should be resolved by

responded faintly, then

The scene shifts.

Pedestrian street.

festooned with dozens of large and small

Xu Moqian, who was simultaneously handsome, posh-looking,

Xu

boss

Ordinary women “choose” clothes.

buy whatever she liked on the spot, without the

bought, but we still haven’t purchased the clothes for the teachers and staff at the welfare institute,” Qiao Jing said, glancing at the shopping bags Xu Moqian was

I’ll take these to the car first.” Xu Moqian felt

Jing shook her head, “Giving up already with just this much? I

something. That could really sting. Especially if you ever meet a man you like in the future, you definitely can’t say that, or else—tsk tsk tsk—you’ll be the one to suffer,

racing skills were one-tenth as good as your chattiness, you wouldn’t have lost

someone where it hurts,” Xu Moqian said with an awkward smile, “so I’m going to have to ask Sister Jing

in the car first.” Qiao Jing glanced at the shopping bag on Xu Moqian and headed towards another

women’s clothing store on the second floor, a brand whose clothes she quite liked, but she still needed to be selective. After all, she was purchasing

Qiao Jing picked up a piece of clothing, she heard

Jing? The little girl

slightly furrowed, as light as morning mist, and she turned to look. Two girls had come in, one of whom was the child of the woman her father married

she and

never knew her husband had been unfaithful before

she grew up and gained the ability to do so, she had someone investigate. Just three days after her

snowhole in the countryside to make room

that Qiao Jing wasn’t responding, Qiao Mengtong’s temper as a young mistress flared up

to you. Are you

then handed over several clothes

“I want these pieces.”

pack them

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