Upon returning from the restroom to the dining table, Chiang Qingâs originally rosy cheeks now showed traces of warmth at the corners of her eyes and brows, making her even more alluring.
Gao Hongboâs hand holding the wine glass tightened slightly, and his eyes narrowed with a glint.
At the dining table, everyone looked at Old Master Wang trailing behind, and they all revealed expressions of understanding and envy.
And as for Old Master Wang, he looked content and full of himself, as if he had gained back some youth.
"Chairman, Iâve drunk a bit too much and want to return to my room to rest!" Chiang Qing said softly to Gao Hongbo.
When she saw him nod, Chiang Qing stood up, bade farewell to everyone, and walked away.
Just as she exited the dining room, she heard teasing voices behind her asking Old Master Wang about the taste.
Chiang Qing clenched her fists.
Back in her room, she took a furious shower in the rain shower, yet didnât cry; she did not cry; her tears were too precious to be wasted.
Lying on the bed drunk, she soon fell asleep.
Upon waking, someone was patting her rear; she opened her eyes without any resistance, only biting her lower lip and groaning.
"Awake? Whoâs better, me or him, hmm?" The person behind her sensed her obvious change and whispered in her ear.
Chiang Qing remained silent.
Her hair roots ached as he pulled harder, seeming to punish her disobedience.
Youâll get used to it; she stared at a corner of the dressing table, looking no different from a corpse, enduring the humiliation he gave.
A roar filled the room, and silence followed quickly, with the sneering infiltrating her nostrils.
"Angry?" Gao Hongbo caressed Chiang Qingâs shoulder, lazily asking.
Chiang Qingâs voice was emotionally indifferent: "Chairman, if youâre happy, thatâs all that matters; you wouldnât care about how I feel, anyway."
Gao Hongbo laughed: "You are indeed angry!"
Chiang Qingâs mouth curled coldly.
"Old Master Wang will be a major business partner of mine in the future, his interest in you started long ago, and now you two are close, youâll just need to gradually get used to it." Gao Hongbo said.
Chiang Qing couldnât hold it any longer, sat up, and asked, "Chairman, you keep saying you like me, value me, so how can you bear to share me with others? Doesnât it make you uncomfortable? Isnât it..." Unable to utter a dirty word.
Gao Hongbo gazed at her with a faint smile, a smile that made Chiang Qing wish she could scratch his face to pieces.
Without speaking, she perceived the mockery and disdain within.
Gao Hongbo took a puff of his cigar, grabbed a file from the bedside, and tossed it over.
Chiang Qing was slightly dazed, opened it, and saw inside were photos, one by one, of peopleâs faces bursting with happy smiles, which brought tears to her eyes.
"What do you mean by this?" she asked through clenched teeth, showing her pictures of Qi Taiguo and Cheng Suâs life, what did it mean?
Does he think sheâs not miserable enough? Trying to stimulate her?
"Donât you want to know how theyâre doing now? Qi Taiguo is Ning Gangâs man, and with Ning Gang rising to power, Qi Taiguoâs future wonât be dim."
"So what?"
Gao Hongbo glanced at her lightly and asked, "If you want them to have a hard time, just be obedient, donât cause trouble."
Chiang Qing lowered her eyelids, deliberately chuckling: "Chairman is coaxing me again. The Ning Family is now high and mighty, waiting for you to fallâthe twilight of your careerâwhat can you do to make them uncomfortable?"
Gao Hongboâs face darkened, pinching her cheek, saying: "Donât forget, even a wrecked ship has few nails."
Chiang Qing smiled seductively, leaning closer: "Is it? Then let the chairman tear them apart, family by family. If you achieve it, Iâll fully obey you, whoever you want me to serve, Iâll serve."
She doesnât believe the old man; if someone needs to make them uncomfortable, she must do it herself.