Plunder-Chapter 189: Entangle with You for a Lifetime
An Kexin spoke, seductively biting her lip, then she was about to bury her head down.
Realizing what she intended to do, Zhou Jin’an reacted swiftly, grabbing her hair in one move.
"What are you trying to do?"
He controlled An Kexin’s head, not letting her get close to a certain area.
"Jin’an, I obviously want to do something that pleases you. Don’t be so tense, relax a little, and I’ll make you feel amazing soon!"
An Kexin smiled shyly.
She shamelessly tried to please Zhou Jin’an, but only earned his increased disgust.
Though his body was immobile, the strength in his hands was considerable.
Seizing the moment when An Kexin was not paying attention, Zhou Jin’an suddenly flipped her off the hospital bed onto the floor.
"Jin’an, it hurts!"
An Kexin fell to the ground, coquettishly covering her pained knee.
Yet, her actions did not garner the slightest pity from Zhou Jin’an.
"Get out, I don’t want to see you again."
An Kexin stared furiously at Zhou Jin’an, as if time had stopped in that moment.
A few minutes later, she slowly got up.
Her pitiful eyes mixed with resentment and reluctance.
"Do you really hate me that much?"
"I have liked you for so many years, is your heart made of stone?"
"An Kexin, this is my last warning. Stop deluding yourself. I, Zhou Jin’an, have always made it clear it is not you I like."
Zhou Jin’an said sternly.
An Kexin laughed; it was a laugh filled with desolation.
"Too late, even if it’s not me you love, you can only be with me in this lifetime."
"What do you mean?"
Zhou Jin’an furrowed his brows.
An Kexin played coy, "You’ll find out soon enough."
With that, she gracefully left Zhou Jin’an’s room.
But just as she was reaching the door, An Kexin noticed that lunch box.
She bent down to pick it up, scrutinizing it carefully with narrowed eyes, and as she examined it, she laughed.
Then, swaying her hips, she walked lightly back toward Zhou Jin’an.
"What are you doing back here? Get out—"
Zhou Jin’an was incandescent with rage, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at An Kexin.
An Kexin caught the pillow, smiling triumphantly.
"Jin’an, don’t be so fierce. I brought your lunch with good intentions. However, please tell her not to do it again. I wouldn’t want anyone calling her a homewrecker."
She set the lunch box down at her feet, a trace of mockery flashing in her eyes.
"You are sick; make sure to take care of yourself. I’ll come to see you again tomorrow."
She placed the pillow at the foot of Zhou Jin’an’s bed, bent her body into an S-shape, and blew a flying kiss toward him.
Her face nearly resembled Qiao En’s, but her demeanor was entirely different.
"Enjoy your meal. I’m really leaving this time!"
She cackled, leaving with a satisfied heart.
The hospital room door was left open, Zhou Jin’an’s heart smoldering with rage.
He reached out and picked up the lunchbox.
It was the garlic-roasted pigeon that Qiao En had bought for him.
His favorite.
But at that moment, Zhou Jin’an had no appetite at all.
He picked up the phone from the floor and hurriedly called Qiao En.
With today’s chaos, he didn’t want Qiao En to misunderstand.
But when he dialed, Qiao En didn’t answer.
One call, two calls, three calls...
From the initial no answers to the ultimate switch-off.
Zhou Jin’an realized then, Qiao En was angry.
She was angry, and he was even more anxious.
So, he immediately contacted his bodyguard and rushed nonstop to Chengnan Apartment.
Although they were officially married, Qiao En insisted on still living at Chengnan Apartment.
On the way there, Zhou Jin’an’s mind was a mess.
He sent many messages to Qiao En.
But she didn’t reply to any.
"En’en, I’m sorry, there was a huge mix-up today that led to a misunderstanding."
"Can you beat me up? I was wrong; I really was."
"I promise you, this won’t ever happen again, alright?"
...
Zhou Jin’an, who never knew how to show weakness or bow his head, was now admitting his mistakes and lowering his head in front of Qiao En.
He was just seeking her forgiveness.
After returning from the hospital, Qiao En quickly went home.
She now lived here with Auntie Jiang.
"Yayun, why did you come back so early? Little Zhou is sick; you should spend more time with him."
Auntie Jiang, leaning on the sofa, was knitting a sweater for Qiao En with her reading glasses on. She was quite surprised to see Qiao En return.
Qiao En changed her shoes at the entrance and headed straight to the bedroom.
"I’m a bit tired; I wanted to come back early to rest."
She said she wasn’t angry, but seeing another woman entangled with Zhou Jin’an inexplicably enraged her.
"Did you have a fight with Little Zhou?"
Auntie Jiang asked worriedly.
Qiao En shook her head, lying, "No, Mom, don’t overthink it."
"How can I not overthink? Little Zhou is capable, comes from a good family, and is a decent person. I’m just worried that someone else has their eyes on him, and it bothers you."
People often say that there’s a special connection between mother and daughter, and Auntie Jiang’s words struck right at Qiao En’s heart.
"Mom, your daughter isn’t bad either. If he really is like that, I’d divorce him immediately."
"Tsk tsk tsk! Just married and you speak of divorce, that’s not auspicious at all. Yayun, marital life needs gradual accommodation. Little Zhou seems to be a reliable person; he shouldn’t disappoint you."
Auntie Jiang used the word "should."
Qiao En’s heart sank, "Okay, Mom, I get it. Don’t worry about it, I’m tired and going to sleep for a while."
As she spoke, she went into the bedroom and locked the door behind her.
Qiao En threw herself onto the big bed. As soon as she closed her eyes, those ambiguous images filled her mind.
Who was that woman, really?
Why did she also have a face identical to hers?
What was her relationship with Zhou Jin’an?
Qiao En forced herself not to think about it, yet her mind was flooded with thoughts.
As she was distressed and didn’t know how to relieve it, Zhou Jin’an arrived.
The knocking sound continued, each knock landing on Qiao En’s heart.
"Coming, coming."
Auntie Jiang shuffled her body, trying to move from the sofa to the wheelchair, but in her haste, she fell to the floor.
Qiao En didn’t want to interact with Zhou Jin’an, but she couldn’t ignore Auntie Jiang.
"Mom, take it slow."
She hurried out of the bedroom and helped Auntie Jiang up.
The knocking from outside continued.
"Yayun, go open the door, I’m fine."
Finally, Auntie Jiang sat down on her wheelchair.
"Don’t mind him, let him knock."
Qiao En stubbornly said.
"Yayun, between husband and wife, it’s important to communicate more and hold grudges less. I’ll go open the door, let him come in, and you two talk it out."
Auntie Jiang insisted.
So, Zhou Jin’an successfully entered the house.
"You two talk; I’ll go get some fresh air."
Auntie Jiang tactfully rolled her wheelchair out the door.
The room was left with only Zhou Jin’an and Qiao En.
"En’en, listen to my explanation. Today was really a misunderstanding; I truly didn’t know she would come to the hospital or do such reckless things."
Qiao En sat on the sofa with a dark expression, her arms crossed.
Zhou Jin’an kept explaining in a low voice, submissive tone, and she didn’t utter a word, letting Zhou Jin’an repeat again what he said in the messages.
Ever since she fell in love with him, Qiao En knew that the man she loved was too outstanding, too dazzling. She loved him, and so did others.
He was like a piece of "Tang Monk meat", sought after wherever he went.
"Zhou Jin’an, tell me honestly, who is that woman?"
Zhou Jin’an took a deep breath, unsure of how to explain.
"It’s An Kexin."
An Kexin?
Qiao En didn’t believe it.
