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Qiao Jing’s expression was cold and dark, her patience completely exhausted. Just as she was about to step out from behind Zhan Qipei, she was pulled back by the man once more.

Qiao Jing looked at Zhan Qipei holding her hand, her brows slightly furrowed. Then, she looked up at him with a puzzled and complex gaze, not understanding why he was protecting her.

Hadn’t he intentionally picked a quarrel with her in the apartment just now?

“Thank you, but I don’t need you to handle my matters.”

Zhan Qipei pursed his lips and exhaled before saying, “Your matters, I insist on handling today!”

After speaking, Zhan Qipei fixed Qiao Licheng with a sharp, eagle-like stare, “You have two choices, leave on your own, or shall I have someone throw you out?”

Qiao Licheng saw their hands clasped together and guessed that they must be in a romantic relationship.

“I see, you’re the gigolo my daughter’s been keeping outside, aren’t you?”

Gigolo? Qiao Jing looked up again at Zhan Qipei’s face—it was indeed pretty white.

But she wasn’t the one keeping him.

Zhan Qipei, speechless, twitched the corner of his mouth; it was the first time in his life being called a gigolo.

Seeing that both Qiao Jing and Zhan Qipei remained silent, Qiao Licheng thought they were conceding.

“Well! Qiao Jing, you really have some nerve! To boldly use the money Zhan Family gave you to keep a gigolo outside! Aren’t you afraid of the Zhan Family discovering it! Tongtong was right; the money would be squandered sooner or later if kept with you! Hand over the money now!”

Zhan Qipei looked towards the security guards at the door, “Throw him out.”

From the day Zhan Qipei moved in, the security guards were aware of his identity. His words were orders they dared not disobey. Thus they lifted Qiao Licheng, one on each side, and threw him out of the complex.

Qiao Licheng felt a great insult and shouted violently, “Let me go! Do you know who I am? I am the CEO of Qiao’s Enterprise, let go of me!”

Qiao’s Enterprise? Never heard of it. Definitely not as wealthy as the capital-rich Zhan Qipei.

Fearless, the security guards followed Zhan Qipei’s instruction and efficiently threw Qiao Licheng out.

Qiao Jing withdrew her hand from Zhan Qipei’s firm grasp, “Thank you, although I don’t need your help, I still want to thank you.”

Why couldn’t this woman ever say something pleasant?

Just as Zhan Qipei thought this, he noticed that the girl’s attention was no longer on him but was fixated elsewhere, very engrossed.

What could be so captivating?

Zhan Qipei curiously followed Qiao Jing’s gaze.

A five-year-old girl had fallen; her lollipop shattered into pieces on the ground, now inedible.

The little girl burst into tears, and upon hearing the crying, a young mother rushed over, dearly helped the little girl up, and gently dusted her off.

“Wuu wuuu… my candy… my candy is broken, wuu wuuu…”

“There, there, don’t cry, mom will buy you a new one,” the young mother squatted down and kissed the little girl’s face twice.

“Hug~~” the little girl cooed, raising her short little arms.

The young mother picked up the little girl and headed towards the supermarket.

Watching this scene, Zhan Qipei’s gaze shifted from the mother and daughter back to Qiao Jing.

Qiao Jing was still engrossed, her eyes revealing a mix of envy and longing.

Considering Qiao Jing’s background, Zhan Qipei guessed what the girl was thinking, and a hint of sympathy arose in his heart.

Just then, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky.

Qiao Jing, brought back to her senses by the cool drops hitting her, looked up at Zhan Qipei.

“What do you want to eat tonight? I’ll go buy groceries.”

“Is this because you’re thanking me for helping you just now?”

“Yeah.”

He knew it.

“Absolutely unnecessary; I have a dinner party this evening, no need to prepare dinner for me.”

“Oh.” After Qiao Jing responded faintly, she put her hands in her coat pockets and walked toward the Angel Welfare Institute across the way.

The light drizzle gradually turned into a heavy rain, Qiao Jing’s figure slowly disappearing into the curtain of rain, giving off a feeling as if she might vanish at any moment.

Realizing this, Zhan Qipei subconsciously took a couple of steps to follow, then stopped.

His brows furrowed like mountains shrouded in mist, his handsome features harder and colder than usual.

“Walking in such heavy rain, aren’t you afraid of catching a cold?”

Night fell.

The rain poured down harder.

“Ah-choo—” Wrapped in a blanket, Qiao Jing lay on the sofa, shivering from the cold.

As soon as Zhan Qipei returned, he saw Qiao Jing’s pale, sickly look; although he didn’t really want to bother with her, he couldn’t help but move closer, “Are you sick?”

“Just a slight cold, I’m okay,” Qiao Jing weakly replied.

Okay?

“Okay and still have half your life left?” Zhan Qipei retorted sarcastically.

Qiao Jing, feeling miserable with her illness, didn’t have the energy to deal with men, closed her eyes, and continued to rest.

Seeing Qiao Jing ignoring him, Zhan Qipei lost interest and went back to his room to work.

Half an hour later, Zhan Qipei stared at the notebook in front of him, not having written a single word. Moreover, he hadn’t looked at any of the documents he brought back.

He really couldn’t settle down, his mind filled with the pitiful sight of Qiao Jing lying on the sofa.

What was happening to him? Was he bewitched?

After pinching the bridge of his nose, Zhan Qipei cleared the messy thoughts from his mind and continued to work.

Just then, a “thud—” sound came from the living room through the door.

Upon hearing the noise, Zhan Qipei moved faster than thought, quickly stood up, and pulled open the door.

The moment he opened the door, he saw Qiao Jing kneeling on the ground, holding her forehead.

Seeing this, Zhan Qipei’s heart suddenly leaped, and he took a swift step to Qiao Jing’s side.

“How are you?” he asked while reaching out to help Qiao Jing.

“A little dizzy, it’s nothing.” Qiao Jing, not liking to show her vulnerable side in front of others, pushed Zhan Qipei’s hand away and struggled to stand up using a table for support.

This woman, why so stubborn!

Zhan Qipei felt his anger rise.

Fine, she didn’t want his help; he’d leave!

Just as Zhan Qipei turned to walk away, he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye of Qiao Jing, who had managed to stand, swaying and collapsing back down.

Zhan Qipei, with his quick reflexes, reached out, grabbed the girl’s slender waist, and pulled her into his arms.