Plunder-Chapter 188: Does it Feel Uncomfortable Here?
"A lifetime has passed, and I certainly don’t want to spend eternity with you," Qiao En jested.
Zhou Jin’an took it seriously, immediately snatching the marriage certificate from Qiao En’s hands, "No way, I want this, and now that you’ve registered with me, you can’t regret it. From now on, don’t even think about escaping from the palm of my hand."
As he spoke, he made a gesture like the Five Finger Mountain.
Qiao En laughed, her eyes curving into crescents.
"Okay, I won’t run."
It was at the moment of receiving the certificate that Qiao En realized making decisions wasn’t so painful after all.
On the ride back, their fingers intertwined, they chatted like two naive children, speaking the simplest words intermittently.
Finally, Zhou Jin’an asked seriously, "What kind of wedding do you want? I want to create the most romantic memories for you, making you the most beautiful bride in the world."
But he forgot, Qiao En had a psychological shadow about weddings.
The wedding with Ding Hao, though just a show for everyone, nearly cost her life and made her lose the child she had with Zhou Jin’an.
Just thinking about that unborn child, Qiao En’s mood suddenly plummeted.
"I don’t want a wedding."
Qiao En immediately threw a bucket of cold water over Zhou Jin’an.
He was surprised, "Why?"
Qiao En hung her head and wouldn’t say, but Zhou Jin’an quickly sensed something.
He wrapped his arms around Qiao En’s shoulders and said softly, "The past is in the past, stop thinking about it. From now on, let’s work on our happiness, En’en, I will use my life to make you happy."
He was not skilled at sweet talk, but for Qiao En, he was trying hard to learn.
"Okay."
Qiao En responded.
"Regarding our marriage announcement, I want to go public with the media soon, and I want to reveal your identity as well. Don’t be afraid, I won’t let anyone mistreat you again."
The announcement of the marriage was inevitable.
As the president of Nanchen Group, Zhou Jin’an’s private life had always been under intense scrutiny; going public was a mark of respect for Qiao En and a protection for their marriage.
Qiao En understood the reasoning behind it.
"You decide."
This time, she wanted to be brave.
The day after they got their certificate, Zhou Jin’an announced the marriage.
As Qiao En had anticipated, the announcement sparked enormous interest.
The biggest point of interest was Qiao En’s identity.
Born ordinary and only having been Zhou Jin’an’s secretary, she suddenly transformed into the wife of the president of Nanchen.
What Qiao En was worried about was that people might use her death and resurrection as fodder for gossip.
But surprisingly, no related posts could be found.
She regained her previous identity and makeup, but Qiao En felt she could never return to her past self.
She was still Qiao En, but she was also not Qiao En.
It was a strange feeling, indescribable.
That day, Qiao En had just arrived at the hospital when she unexpectedly ran into Ding Hao.
He had his hands in the pockets of his white coat, his eyes carrying that familiar, mischievous smile.
"En’en, long time no see!"
He moved closer, reaching out to wrap his arm around Qiao En’s shoulder.
She avoided him, stepping back.
Ding Hao chuckled and shrugged.
"So formal with me? You haven’t forgotten our agreement, have you? Since you’re not dead, our agreement still stands. We didn’t get to have our wedding, but that’s okay, I’ll arrange it soon, and you better not be absent!"
"Sorry, Mr. Ding, but I’m already married, in a legally protected relationship, so our agreement doesn’t count anymore."
Qiao En lifted her finger, showing off the large diamond ring.
She was very calm and composed.
But in Ding Hao’s eyes, a hint of resentment arose.
"Do you really want to marry him? What’s so great about him? You haven’t forgotten how he treated you before, have you? En’en, marry me. I guarantee I can make you the happiest woman in Rong City."
Qiao En laughed.
She was immune to Ding Hao’s effortlessly sweet words.
"Mr. Ding, thanks for your kindness, but I love him and want to spend my life with him. Of course, you’re a great person too, and I believe you’ll find someone worthy of your lifelong cherish."
Qiao En was neither humble nor arrogant, but Ding Hao was not convinced.
"One day you’ll regret it, and you’ll pay the price for your impulsiveness today."
He stepped back gradually, as if making a prophecy.
Qiao En just watched him, the distance between them growing ever further.
Their marriage, whether it was impulsive or a rational consideration, she did not want to delve into.
She had simply set her heart on that person, resolutely wanting to move forward.
As soon as Ding Hao left, Qiao En entered the elevator.
She sent a message to Zhou Jin’an.
"I’m about to arrive, I brought you garlic pigeon."
She sent the message, but Zhou Jin’an did not reply.
Qiao En got off the elevator, carrying the items and walked towards Zhou Jin’an’s hospital room.
But just as she reached the outside of the room, she heard voices coming from inside.
Doubtful, Qiao En moved closer and peeked inside, only to see a woman who looked exactly like her standing there.
The woman, like a water snake, had half her body on the bed, her arms tightly wrapped around Zhou Jin’an.
"I love you so much, how can you say you don’t love me? Even if you don’t love me, that night doesn’t matter, I love you, I will definitely find a way to make you fall in love with me..."
Qiao En stood rooted to the spot, as if fixed in place.
The scene inside the room was distressing to the eyes, and the words even more shocking.
Who was that woman? She did not know.
At that moment, Su Nian’s shadow surfaced in her mind again.
Could it be that a new substitute had been born?
"I’ve done so much for you, turned into the person you wanted, aren’t you touched at all?"
Inside the room, Zhou Jin’an was pinned under that woman, whether he was touched or not, Qiao En couldn’t tell, but she could see that Zhou Jin’an truly dared not move.
"Get off."
He commanded sternly.
"No, I won’t get off, are you afraid she will see? I want her to see."
The other party wanted to provoke Qiao En, but she had no intention of obliging.
Qiao En placed the food box outside the hospital room door and left.
Zhou Jin’an’s problems were for him to resolve, she decided not to interfere.
Inside the hospital room.
An Kexin, like a demon from Silk Cave, tightly entangled Zhou Jin’an.
Zhou Jin’an was extremely anxious, he had whimsically told Qiao En about eating roast pigeon the night before, and she had gone to line up to buy it early in the morning, he did not want her to see and misunderstand.
"An Kexin, are you ever going to stop?"
Zhou Jin’an tried to push her away, but An Kexin simply hugged him tighter.
"It’s never over, it’s never going to be over. I’ve set my eyes on you for life, don’t think about getting rid of me."
Zhou Jin’an couldn’t push her away, but his anger was sky-high.
"I’m already married, please stop fantasizing, if you keep this up, I’m going to call the police."
"Go ahead and call, I’d like to see what the police have to say when they get here."
An Kexin put on a determined front.
Zhou Jin’an reached out for his phone, but An Kexin deliberately knocked it to the ground, he tried to grab it but couldn’t manage to.
In a moment of desperation, Zhou Jin’an pressed the bedside call button.
Soon, a nurse came in.
But the moment the door was pulled open, she witnessed this embarrassing scene.
"I’m sorry..."
The nurse quickly closed the door and tried to leave.
"Come back."
Zhou Jin’an called loudly, but the nurse fled quickly.
Seeing this, An Kexin laughed, as if she was bewitched.
"An ge, I advise you to just give in to me."
"Get down first, I’m uncomfortable like this."
He frowned, his face showing discomfort, he decided to deploy a diversionary tactic.
But An Kexin was no fool.
She hooked one hand around Zhou Jin’an’s neck and slid the other hand down his chest, eventually resting it on his belt buckle.
She lightly flicked it with her fingertip.
"Is it here that’s uncomfortable? Or here?"
As she spoke, she began to slowly pull down the zipper of his trousers.
"Don’t rush, I have a way to make you comfortable."
