Plunder-Chapter 35 - Will You Marry Me

Chapter 35: Chapter 35 Will You Marry Me?

Chapter 35 -35 Will You Marry Me?

“Mr. Zhou, why are you here?”

Qiao En, startled, stood up, her blazer that was draped over her shoulders fell to the ground.

That blazer belonged to Zhou Jin’an.

Qiao En hastily bent down to pick it up.

Zhou Jin’an had a slight obsession with cleanliness; he disliked his belongings taking on the scent of others.

What applied to him, applied to his possessions too.

“Mr. Zhou, thank you for your blazer.”

She offered the blazer to Zhou Jin’an, but he did not take it.

A pair of pitch-black eyes stared intensely at her.

“Do you have to be so formal with me?”

His thin lips parted slightly, and his tall figure cast a shadow that enveloped Qiao En’s petite form.

He was cold and distant, maintaining a space from everyone.

Only Qiao En had the privilege to be infinitely close to him.

But now, they were infinitely far apart.

Qiao En chuckled lightly, as if brushing off past memories as trivial.

“Mr. Zhou, your blazer is too expensive for me, I’m not worthy!”

“It’s for me to decide whether you’re worthy or not!”

Zhou Jin’an felt a surge of anger inside him, his voice rose slightly, but his face darkened.

He was accustomed to moving forward together with her.

But now, when he took a step forward, Qiao En stepped back.

He despised this feeling.

“Come with me.”

Without another word, he grabbed Qiao En’s wrist and dragged her towards the stairwell.

It was very quiet there, not a soul in sight.

The two stopped, Qiao En leaned against the railing, her gaze lightly fixed on Zhou Jin’an.

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“Mr. Zhou, thank you for visiting my brother. It’s getting late, please go back.”

Qiao En’s voice was very calm, without any trace of disturbance.

But the calmer it was, the more oppressive it felt.

“What can I do to make you return to how it was before?”

Zhou Jin’an’s eyes were fixed intently on Qiao En.

He never clung to anyone before, except for Qiao En. She influenced his emotions, making his heart restless.

“Mr. Zhou, please don’t do this.”

Qiao En’s eyelids drooped; she was tired, both physically and emotionally.

“Don’t you want to marry me?”

Zhou Jin’an suddenly asked.

Qiao En was like an elusive eel, he could never catch hold of her, but the more elusive she was, the more he wanted to keep her.

He feared marriage.

His childhood experiences had hurt him deeply; he lacked trust in people and was cold and distant.

In the three years with Qiao En, she was well-behaved and never demanded love.

He relished this safe relationship.

When she needed money, he was generous, yet he never interfered in her life.

He lacked love, and she, considerate and understanding, had built a warm haven for him.

Their affection was mutual, no one owed the other anything.

Thus, all was well.

He really had never thought of defining their relationship.

Because he always felt, Qiao En would not leave.

If marriage could keep someone, he was willing to try it.

Qiao En was greatly shocked, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

She looked at Zhou Jin’an, who was tall and slender, his deep eyes sparkling like stars, his gaze firm, not at all joking.

“Are you proposing to me?”

Qiao En’s voice quivered uncontrollably.

She had hoped for this moment, never expecting it could actually come true.

“So, will you marry me?”

Zhou Jin’an asked again.

Time seemed to freeze in that moment.

Qiao En didn’t answer; emotionally, she desperately wanted to nod, but logic pulled her back to reality.

Zhou Jin’an was a businessman, and to businessmen, who prioritize profit over separation, marriage was all about an exchange of interests, meant to guarantee a sure profit without any loss.

However, marrying Qiao En was a high-risk, low-return deal for Zhou Jin’an—it just didn’t add up.

“Mr. Zhou.”

Qiao En smiled.

“You ask me if I’m willing, well, I’m telling you, I’m not willing.”

“I admit, you’re good, everything about you is commendable, a man I Qiao En could never match in this lifetime. But, Mr. Zhou, marriage is a serious matter. I never thought about marrying you, nor do I want to be your wife.”

“You keep persisting because you’re reluctant to accept that the breakup was initiated by me. If it has hurt you by me doing so, then I apologize, sorry!”

Qiao En said a lot in one breath.

Her face showed a hint of cynicism, arms crossed in front of her chest, trying her best to put distance between herself and Zhou Jin’an.

Her words were ruthless, like a knife fiercely stabbing into Zhou Jin’an’s chest.

Qiao En thought that by angering him, she could force Zhou Jin’an to give up and end this tug of war.

She was just a small figure; she couldn’t afford to get entangled with Zhou Jin’an.

But she underestimated Zhou Jin’an.

He didn’t get angry, instead, his eyes tightened their grip on her even more.

“They pressure you, and you just leave me? Qiao En, what about your own opinions?”

Zhou Jin’an asked in a muffled voice.

Just like that, he pierced through the pretense.

Qiao En was a little stunned; apparently, he knew everything.

But what could he really do with that knowledge?

Drag him down? Fight together against Mrs. Zhou and the An family?

Would that lead to his ultimate abandonment?

Would he be happy then?

Is that what she truly wanted?

“No one is forcing me,” Qiao En denied.

To prevent Zhou Jin’an from retaliating, she took the initiative and stabbed him again.

“Our relationship was just a show, don’t take it too seriously, Mr. Zhou. You better not come here anymore. If my boyfriend sees you, it would really be a bad misunderstanding,” she said.

To drive him away, Qiao En used every trick in the book.

She dared to mention casual flings and fabricate a boyfriend; Zhou Jin’an wasn’t articulate—he couldn’t win against Qiao En in a verbal exchange.

Zhou Jin’an was a man of action, sweet talk wasn’t his forte.

So, he stepped forward, enveloped Qiao En in his arms.

“I won’t believe it.”

His words were emphatic.

Qiao En tried to escape, but he held her even tighter.

One hand cradled the back of Qiao En’s head, the other grasped her chin, he leaned in, and kissed her without any reservation.

“Mmm~”

Qiao En was caught off guard, she tried to push him away, but Zhou Jin’an’s kisses were intensely stirring.

His lips, his tongue, hot and vehement.

Qiao En’s rigid body slowly started to give in.

She was familiar with his scent, his warmth.

Lips could lie, but her body was incredibly honest.

Qiao En struggled, trying hard to keep her mind clear, “Mr. Zhou, let go of me—”

Her words were never spoken, drowned out by an even more passionate kiss.

Her consciousness blurred little by little, her defenses crumbled bit by bit.

On one side was the swamp of sensuality, on the other, the scales of reason.

Qiao En really wanted to be reckless just once, to listen to the voice in her heart, she wanted to tell Zhou Jin’an, I’m willing.

But she couldn’t gamble.

One wrong step, and it was an irrecoverable abyss.

Mrs. Zhou’s cold face, and An Kexin’s sinister eyes, alternated in her mind.

Choosing to be with Zhou Jin’an didn’t just harm him, but also her family.

Love is precious, but a luxury not everyone can afford.

With these thoughts, Qiao En raised her hand and slapped Zhou Jin’an across the face.

A crisp “smack” sound rang out.

Zhou Jin’an took the slap.

But he didn’t let go, continuing to kiss deeply.

Suddenly, a series of abrupt applause sounded.