Plunder-Chapter 61 - What do you like about me Ill change
Chapter 61: Chapter 61 What do you like about me? I’ll change!
Chapter 61 -61 What do you like about me? I’ll change!
Qiao En’s eyes suddenly glazed over.
It felt as if a dead fly had flown into her heart, making her feel disgusted in every organ.
She slammed the door shut with a “bang.”
The room still reeked of An Kexin’s vomit; Qiao En opened all the windows, but even that didn’t seem enough, so she sprayed air freshener around the room.
Eventually, she simply turned on the air conditioning fan and let it blow on her.
She shouldn’t have felt this way, but her emotions were utterly beyond the control of reason.
Zhou Jin’an and An Kexin were engaged; hugging and kissing were normal, so why was she feeling jealous?
Qiao En kept trying to rationalize with herself, but whenever she closed her eyes, she saw An Kexin kissing Zhou Jin’an.
It was intimate, poignant, and he hadn’t rejected her.
He hadn’t refused; he must like her, right?
If he didn’t, he could have simply contacted the An family to come get her. Why bother coming himself?
For a moment, Qiao En got stuck in a rut of obsessive thoughts, becoming angrier the more she thought about it.
She didn’t know that at the moment the elevator doors closed, Zhou Jin’an had pushed An Kexin away.
Furious beyond measure, he used almost all his strength, and An Kexin’s back hit the elevator wall with a “clank,” jarring her violently.
The shock sobered her up completely, and she began to cry, her tears falling desperately.
“Big Brother An, can you not be so rough to me? I know you care about me, you just don’t know how to express it. Deep down, you really love me!”
She kept on talking to herself.
Zhou Jin’an’s eyebrows knitted together fiercely, and he pointed at An Kexin, warding off her attempts to get close again.
“I’ve made it clear to you, I don’t like you. Stop deluding yourself.”
An Kexin’s tears poured down, “You’re lying to me; if you didn’t like me, why did you come to pick me up? When I kissed you just now, you could have dodged, but you didn’t. Big Brother An, please don’t be like this, okay? It really breaks my heart.”
The elevator was cramped, and An Kexin cried and leaned towards Zhou Jin’an again.
He pushed her away once more.
“I came to pick you up because I didn’t want to see you bother Qiao En. Whatever is between you and me has always been unrelated to her. Stop tormenting her, or else—”
“Or else you’ll kill me?”
An Kexin finished his sentence, her eyes tearful as she gazed at Zhou Jin’an.
It had been her who liked him first; why then had someone else taken the place in his heart?
And someone who was in every way inferior to her?
She couldn’t accept it.
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Zhou Jin’an’s lips, cold and thin, uttered the cruelest words.
“If you continue to do that, I wouldn’t mind taking your life.”
The elevator doors opened, and he quickly strode out.
A chill emanated from his lonely back, seeping into An Kexin’s heart.
She slumped against the wall, fell to the ground, and began to laugh and cry simultaneously.
“If she becomes your wife, wouldn’t that be as good as taking my life?”
An Kexin murmured to herself.
Then, she pulled her phone out of her bag and dialed a number.
“Do something for me.”
…
That night, Qiao En couldn’t sleep peacefully.
Tossing and turning.
As if slumber was deliberately evading her; it simply refused to settle in.
As the sky brightened, Qiao En got out of bed, her eyes ringed with two large dark circles, and went to the kitchen to make a pot of millet porridge.
Having prepared everything, she left for the hospital early.
The road was clear, and she quickly arrived.
Carrying a thermal carrier, Qiao En had just entered the hospital’s main entrance when suddenly, a sobbing little girl clung to her.
“Auntie, I can’t find my mom, can I use your phone to call her?”
The little girl was young, with delicate features and seemed deeply upset.
Qiao En reached out to wipe away the girl’s tears, “Do you remember your mom’s phone number?”
The girl nodded vigorously, “I remember.”
After she recited a string of digits, Qiao En dialed the number for her.
“Auntie, I want to talk to my mom myself.”
The little girl snatched the phone from Qiao En’s hand, gripping it tightly, her eyes filled with urgency.
No one answered the call, so the girl redialed.
As Qiao En bent down to tie her shoelaces, the girl, seeing she was not watching, grabbed the phone and sprinted away.
“Hey—”
Qiao En hurried after her, but the little girl was quick, darting into a black van with its license plate hidden, vanishing in an instant.
Using a child for deception was truly despicable.
Her phone was three years old, quite outdated, and not worth much.
But, it was Qiao En’s first phone given to her by Zhou Jin’an when they started dating.
She hadn’t replaced it, also because of this reason.
Now that it was gone, Qiao En’s first reaction was a sense of loss.
But soon, she let go of it.
He had even kissed An Kexin, what was she still holding on to?
With no further thought, Qiao En picked up the thermos and went upstairs.
Dusk.
Qiao En was dozing off on the sofa in her father’s hospital room.
The dream was heavy, pressing down on her so much that she couldn’t wake up.
“Enya, wake up quickly.”
Her mother’s voice penetrated her ears, and Qiao En slowly opened her sleepy eyes, only to unexpectedly encounter the figure of Zhou Jin’an.
He had actually shown up in her father’s hospital room.
Tall and handsome, his face as sullen as Bao Zheng’s.
The sleepiness in Qiao En’s eyes vanished in an instant.
“You… why are you here?”
Qiao En found herself at a loss for words, and for some reason, her cheeks felt a bit hot.
“Come out for a minute.”
Zhou Jin’an’s voice was very cold.
Before Qiao En could respond, he turned and walked out.
Qiao En’s mother stood to the side, frozen; this was her first time seeing Zhou Jin’an, and she found his presence extraordinary.
“Enya, didn’t you already resign from that company? Are you in trouble again?”
Qiao En’s mother was now like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow.
Qiao En gave a faint smile, reassuring her, “Mom, don’t overthink it.”
She hurried out of the hospital room, following the footsteps of Zhou Jin’an as he walked ahead.
“If you have something to say, just say it here.”
Qiao En stopped at the elevator, and Zhou Jin’an pressed the button for the upper floor. He entered the elevator with a face so dark it was frightening.
“Come in.”
Qiao En remained unmoved, but suddenly Zhou Jin’an grabbed her arm and forcibly pulled her inside.
“Let go.”
Qiao En shook him off, stepping back and leaning against the elevator wall to maintain distance from Zhou Jin’an.
His cold gaze fixed on her as he asked in a chilly voice, “Where have you been all day today?”
“The hospital.”
Qiao En turned her head away, refusing to look at Zhou Jin’an.
He asked, and she answered tersely.
“You didn’t go to Omeiga?”
Zhou Jin’an posed another question, one that made no sense.
“I didn’t.”
Qiao En’s tone was the same as before.
She was a clever woman and knew that when she couldn’t resist, there was no need for pointless sacrifice; passive resistance was the key to leverage.
“Then why did you arrange to meet my mother there?”
Zhou Jin’an’s gaze darkened further.
Omeiga was once the largest commercial complex in Rong City, but after a tragic stampede incident the year before last, Omeiga was completely ruined.
More than half of the businesses had pulled out, and the remaining few were either closed for good or surviving on borrowed time, squandering away moments.
Everyone knew that Omeiga had become an abandoned building.
“I arranged to meet Mrs. Zhou at Omeiga? Why would I do that?”
Qiao En retorted.
She was a pawn placed by Mrs. Zhou by Zhou Jin’an’s side, and the power had always been in Mrs. Zhou’s hands.
If Mrs. Zhou wanted to see her, a phone call would suffice, and she would have to arrive at the designated location on time.
As for her, she didn’t have the status to initiate an invitation.
“You didn’t?”
Zhou Jin’an’s face grew even more somber.
He pulled out a mobile phone from his pocket—the kind of cell phone Mrs. Zhou normally used.
“This message was sent by you, wasn’t it?”
Zhou Jin’an brought up the text message.
The source of the message pointed directly to Qiao En, because the sending number was hers.
With the evidence as solid as a rock, she had no way to argue.
“No.”
Qiao En denied outright, “My phone was stolen this morning, and I did not send this message.”
She offered an explanation, but it sounded incredibly flimsy.
The elevator opened on the special zone of the twenty-fifth floor, and Zhou Jin’an strode out rapidly.
His face was foreboding.
“Mr. Zhou, I’m telling the truth. My phone was snatched away this morning; I did not send a message to Mrs. Zhou.”
Qiao En also stepped out of the elevator, repeating her explanation.
However, before the sound of her words had faded, a person suddenly dashed around the corner, lunged forward, and grabbed Qiao En’s hair.
“You wretch, you won’t die a good death!”
