Plunder-Chapter 38 - What Good Intentions Do You Have

Chapter 38: Chapter 38 What Good Intentions Do You Have?

Chapter 38 -38 What Good Intentions Do You Have?

Zhou Jin’an was wearing a sharp navy-blue striped suit, with a casually stylish look, and his long legs stretched out straight and firm.

With a cold expression on his face, he just stared intensely at Qiao En.

“Mr. Zhou, please step aside.”

Qiao En reminded him with her soft, glutinous voice.

The space between the booths was only wide enough for a passageway, not narrow, but with Zhou Jin’an standing in the middle of it, Qiao En couldn’t get by to pour water.

Song Lian, still feasting on the seafood, saw Zhou Jin’an suddenly appear and was instantly reminded of the past beating.

“A good dog doesn’t block the way,” he slipped out.

The sharp gaze from Zhou Jin’an swept over, and Song Lian immediately bowed his head in submission.

“An Ge, why are you here?”

An Kexin hurriedly stood up, wanting to get closer to Zhou Jin’an.

But he didn’t even glance at her; his eyes were fixed entirely on Qiao En.

“Do you really enjoy serving others that much?”

He said in a low voice, seething with anger.

But Qiao En didn’t take it to heart, smiling lightly as she said, “Director Zhou, it is my duty to serve my future in-laws and husband. Please excuse me.”

She was holding a cup of water, trying to squeeze by Zhou Jin’an.

When she moved left, Zhou Jin’an’s figure leaned left; when she moved right, he also shifted right.

In short, Qiao En couldn’t get past.

“Who is this?”

Song Lian’s mother looked at Zhou Jin’an with suspicion.

He was tall, handsome, and carried himself with distinction, clearly not an ordinary man.

An Kexin quickly latched onto Zhou Jin’an’s arm, offering a sweet smile as she introduced, “Aunt Zhou, this is my fiancé Zhou Jin’an. Miss Qiao used to work at his company, under his employment.”

She was making an excuse for Qiao En and asserting her own status at the same time.

“Let go.”

Zhou Jin’an said in a low voice, but An Kexin held on tight, refusing to release him.

“Oh—”

Song Lian’s mother’s voice trailed off with a drawl, her sixth sense as a woman telling her something was off about these three.

“Why are you standing there? Go pour the water!”

Her voice raised a few notches.

When it came to ordering Qiao En around, her attitude was just like Song Lian’s—perhaps even more exaggerated.

“Right away, I’ll do it now,” Qiao En responded with a smile.

The hand holding the cup, from the base of the thumb to the back of her hand, was marked with scalding red.

She forcefully tried to push past Zhou Jin’an.

But Zhou Jin’an suddenly grabbed her wrist, “Come with me.”

He intended to take her away.

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In a panic, Qiao En shook off his hand, “Director Zhou, let go.”

Zhou Jin’an reached out to grab her again, but An Kexin wrapped her arms around his waist.

“An Ge, there are so many people watching. You wouldn’t want to embarrass everyone, right? If Aunt Zhou finds out you ruined Secretary Qiao’s engagement dinner, do you think she will let her off easily?”

Her voice was very low.

Zhou Jin’an knew his mother, who was extremely vindictive. If he really took Qiao En away today, Mrs. Zhou would surely destroy her.

His face darkened, and his fists clenched tightly.

Qiao En went to pour the water, then respectfully brought it to Song Lian’s mother.

“Qiao En, I’m telling you in advance, our family’s Song Lian is a catch, and he doesn’t lack for women. If you can’t be completely devoted to my son, then we can forget this marriage. These days, for a sparrow to become a phoenix is not so easy.”

Song Lian’s mother’s voice was sarcastic, her words unpleasant yet pointed.

Qiao En heard the implication but didn’t argue.

“Madam Song’s lesson is well noted,” Qiao En replied.

Before she could finish, a discordant voice suddenly erupted from the corner.

“Bullshit! Utter bullshit! Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey…”

Everyone turned toward the sound to see Ding Hao leaning back on a bench, with a face full of wicked charm.

The table in front of him was piled high with Hokkaido shrimp shells.

As everyone turned to look at him, he belched loudly and stood up, walking straight to Qiao En.

His eyes narrowed as his gaze fell on Qiao En’s hand.

Her skin was delicate, and the boiling water that had poured directly on her skin had caused a layer of delicate blisters to form.

“Can you drive?” Ding Hao suddenly asked.

Qiao En nodded, “I can.”

“I’ve been drinking; you take me back to the hospital,”

he said, naturally wrapping an arm around Qiao En’s neck.

“Damn it, she’s my woman.”

Song Lian didn’t recognize Ding Hao; his arrogance had flared up again.

He didn’t like Qiao En, but he didn’t like anyone else touching his cheese.

“Look at yourself in the mirror before you talk, you think a toad can eat swan meat?”

Ding Hao turned around, disdainfully glancing at Song Lian.

Deep down, Song Lian was self-conscious, and he hated it most when people called him ugly.

He was so angry that his neck turned red, and he started to lash out, ready to fight.

Song’s mother grabbed hold of him.

“You’re better off without this kind of woman; she’s already flirty before marriage, obviously not the frugal kind of lamp.”

“Aunt Song, please don’t talk like this. Secretary Qiao isn’t that kind of person…”

An Kexin was still trying to smooth things over when Song’s mother shot her a look, “I have seen what kind of person she is today, Kexin. As for this marriage, I don’t agree. Don’t bring it up again.”

Being disliked by Song’s mother made Qiao En secretly delighted.

But she was worried that An Kexin’s sharp tongue might yet spoil her good fortune.

The best plan is often to retreat.

Qiao En winked at Ding Hao.

“Doctor Ding, I might not be very available right now.”

Ding Hao understood the hint, hugged her neck, and began to drag her outside.

“I say it’s convenient, then it’s convenient.”

He said, forcefully pulling Qiao En out of the dire situation.

“Secretary Qiao!”

An Kexin was furious, trying to call Qiao En back.

But Zhou Jin’an left her behind and chased after them.

“Jin’an!”

An Kexin hurried after him.

Zhou Jin’an, with his long legs and large strides, quickly put some distance between them.

Not wanting to be left behind, she ran after him in her seven-centimeter heels.

“Jin’an, slow down.”

An Kexin grabbed hold of Zhou Jin’an’s arm.

However, this time she wasn’t lucky; as soon as her hand touched his forearm, he flung it off violently. An Kexin lost her balance and fell to the ground.

Her hands, unused to rough treatment, were scraped against the abrasive cement, and several bloody streaks appeared.

Tears instantly filled An Kexin’s eyes, and with a sob, her full sense of grievance burst out.

“She doesn’t like you, so why bother?”

Her tears rolled down her cheeks, leaving uneven streaks.

“What does it matter to you whether she likes me or not?”

Zhou Jin’an’s pent-up anger of many days finally erupted.

“Jin’an.” An Kexin sobbed breathlessly.

“We are already engaged, and Secretary Qiao has found her place. Isn’t everyone happy this way?”

“Happy?” Zhou Jin’an scoffed.

An Kexin looked fragile and pure on the outside, but her heart was a complicated maze.

“To marry me, you didn’t hesitate to frame Qiao En’s brother? Was the car accident also your doing?”

An Kexin was shocked, shaking her head vigorously like a rattle.

“Jin’an, I didn’t, I really didn’t…”

Zhou Jin’an’s eyebrows were furrowed as deeply as chiseled characters.

“You didn’t? And yet you were so anxious to find such a good match for her; what kind of goodwill was that?”

Zhou Jin’an pressed her with these questions, leaving An Kexin speechless.

She kept crying, her sobs heart-wrenching.

“I really did it for her good. Jin’an, why won’t you believe me?”

“An Kexin, I’m going to tell you once more, very seriously, that when I, Zhou Jin’an, take a wife, it will definitely be a woman I like. And you are not among my choices,”

Zhou Jin’an said harshly.

An Kexin was devastated; Zhou Jin’an had never spoken to her in such a severe manner before.

She cried and cried until her tears dried up.

Since ancient times, who one wants to marry and who one can marry have always been two different things.

Zhou Jin’an didn’t want to marry; that didn’t mean she couldn’t marry him.

Even if it was against all odds, she was determined to force Zhou Jin’an to submit.