My CEO Husband Has Some Issues-Chapter 848 - : Worse than a Baby

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Chapter 848: Chapter 848: Worse than a Baby

“Bang!” echoed a sound.

Rong Yan kicked the door open, her left leg numb from exertion, and walked in calmly amid Gu Ming’s astonished expression.

Her kick was so decisive and forceful that it stopped everyone inside in their tracks, their gazes uniformly turning in her direction.

It was Rong Yan’s first clear view of the interior—a room as large as an apartment, with all sorts of amenities.

Billiards, card tables, a bar, and even a karaoke setup were present.

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Beyond that, there was an enormous circular leather sofa in the corner for lounging, with a coffee table in front littered with beer bottles askew, along with scattered champagne and wine. Rong Yan even spotted a gun thrown on top so casually, as if it were an everyday item like a lighter.

There were about a dozen people in the room.

Aside from those engrossed in a game of mahjong, there were several attractive women with fine figures, wearing skimpy clothes, serving drinks and food comfortably seated aside.

Rong Yan scanned the room but didn’t see Qi Yue.

Perhaps her entrance had been too startling; one of the four men playing cards threw down his hand, exhaled a circle of smoke, and said, “Bid of one dot.”

Without care for whether the others wanted his discarded tile, he scrutinized Rong Yan while taking a drag on his cigarette, a glint of interest in his sharp eyes, “It’s been years since I’ve been back, and the chicks in Capital City have gotten feistier. Just last night there was one who’d rather die than sing, and today we have one who kicks doors. At this rate, when I come back in a few years, I might find a chick dancing on my neck.”

As soon as he started making fun, the innocent-looking beauty leaning on him immediately spoke in a coquettish tone, “Who would dare to dance on Mr. Qin’s neck? She must be a clueless Baby, not recognizing who you are. Otherwise, with Mr. Qin’s status, who would dare be wild in front of you~”

As she spoke, her body leaned further into him as if boneless.

Just as she was about to snuggle up, he shifted away unceremoniously, pinched her chin, and said with disapproval, “You’re not even as good-looking as a Baby. If I were you, I wouldn’t try to be smart right now, embarrassing me even more.”

The pure beauty had silky black hair, a melon-shaped face with big eyes, and deep blue irises as clear as the ocean, with a slender yet curvaceous figure. Caught off guard, she trembled visibly in fear under his grip, her allure fading, “Mr. Qin, I’m—I’m sorry.”

“All right, can’t you see Ai Mi is scared to the point of tears? Beauties aren’t for treating like this; you’re just too rough,” the man opposite him said as he drew a tile, his tone as gentle as the boy next door, but his face betrayed no intention of stopping the tease, seemingly enjoying it instead.

His gentle tone made it difficult to associate him with anything malicious.

The other two joined in with a couple more comments.

The man named Qin Jun released his hold, his face deflated with disappointment, and told the other three, “Huh, you guys know how to treat women gently; I might as well give her to you.”

The distressed beauty, no longer concerned with fear, clung to his arm pleadingly, “Mr. Qin, I know I was wrong. I won’t talk nonsense again. Please don’t give me away.”