Plunder-Chapter 197 I Love You
"En’en, please, can you save your brother?"
Qiao En’s mother kneeled outside the gates of Chu Garden, clinging to the railing, demanding to see Qiao En.
Sister Rong wouldn’t let her in, so she just knelt there, sobbing loudly.
"Madam, please forgive my interference, I will call the police."
As Sister Rong spoke, she was about to dial 110.
"Let me go see her."
Avoidance would not solve anything, facing the issue was the best approach.
"I’ll go with you."
Sister Rong protected Qiao En, accompanying her as they went over.
Seeing Qiao En appear, her mother looked as if she had seen her savior.
"En’en, mom is begging you one last time, is that okay? Your brother assaulted someone, and this time he might really go to prison."
She cried her heart out, tears streaming down her face.
Sister Rong couldn’t bear it anymore, "You really are something else, your son is going to jail, what does that have to do with our miss? He assaulted someone and broke the law, going to prison is what he deserves. If you need to plead, go to the judge, don’t wail here, it’s disturbing." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
"Just go, and don’t come here anymore."
Qiao En said coldly.
Qiao En’s mother clung to the railing, refusing to let go.
"En’en, mom is sorry, I am guilty, but you grew up with Ah De, he is innocent. Can you help him one last time for the sake of growing up together? I promise, it’s the last time."
"Madam, please don’t be soft-hearted, you’ve done more than enough for them, and they are never satisfied. If she wants to wail here, let her. Let’s go inside."
Sister Rong supported Qiao En’s arm, ready to take her back.
"I treated him like a brother, and you like family. What am I to you? An ATM? A fire extinguisher? All I ever wanted was for you to treat me as real family."
The past flashed before her eyes, and Qiao En felt extremely upset.
"I am no longer Qiao En, you should go back now."
As Qiao En turned around, her mother collapsed on the ground.
"I was wrong, I shouldn’t have given your personal information to other people. I’ll get it back for you, En’en, please don’t blame your mom, okay?"
"No need, just consider that I’m dead, you never had this daughter."
This time, Qiao En didn’t soften her heart.
She walked away without looking back.
Qiao En’s mother cried and wailed outside for a while longer, but seeing Qiao En’s resolute attitude, she finally left.
In the evening, when Zhou Jin’an came home from work, Sister Rong told him about Qiao En’s mother crying outside the door.
"If she comes again, just call me."
He said to Sister Rong.
Yet his gaze rested on Qiao En.
Qiao En’s mother might be detestable, but she is after all Qiao En’s foster mother.
Qiao En is sentimental, and what her mother did must have placed her in a difficult position.
After dinner, Qiao En went back to the bedroom, and Zhou Jin’an put down his work to join her.
She had just finished taking a bath, dressed in a silk slip nightgown, sitting at the bedside applying body lotion.
Zhou Jin’an came over, took the bottle from her hands, and continued applying it for her.
In pampering Qiao En, he knew no limits.
"Today must have been hard for you; from now on, I won’t let her have the chance to bother you again."
Zhou Jin’an said in a low voice.
Qiao En lay on Zhou Jin’an’s thighs, and he gently applied the lotion on her smooth back, bit by bit.
"Actually, today I didn’t feel that bad."
Qiao En spoke truthfully.
"She raised me, and what I did was fulfill my duty and repay their kindness. The reason I struggled before was because I still had expectations of them, hoping that at some point, they would change for the better and really treat me as their daughter."
Zhou Jin’an felt a pang of sympathy, and gently patted Qiao En’s back.
"You’ve done enough, it’s their fault for always wanting more."
"So, I’ve decided to cut my losses. My life is still long and shouldn’t be continuously muddled with these issues. I now have a real mother and you. I should cherish my own happiness and not always dwell on unhappy things."
Qiao En lifted her face, her eyes sparkling with a bright sheen.
Zhou Jin’an felt a sudden surge of emotion.
He cradled Qiao En’s face in his hands, and a passionate kiss landed on her forehead.
"I will definitely make you happy."
Qiao En casually wrapped her arms around Zhou Jin’an’s neck, "Let’s hear it."
At this moment, she transformed into a seductive, demure woman.
Their posture had already been suggestive, and now certain special factors began to release, making Zhou Jin’an’s Adam’s apple involuntarily roll.
"No need to say it, just doing it is enough."
He was truly a man of action.
He leaned down, enveloping Qiao En beneath him with his broad chest.
"I love you."
The moment he kissed Qiao En, he finally said those three words.
Desire surged, raw lust clashing.
Qiao En’s eyes were drunken and hazy, but at a critical moment, she suddenly thought of something.
"You didn’t put that on."
Ever since they were married, all their intimate activities had been conducted with protection.
Zhou Jin’an respected Qiao En; he never did anything that made her feel forced.
Including getting pregnant.
"Can we not wear it today?"
Zhou Jin’an kissed Qiao En’s lips, his voice low and magnetic, his desire making it even more enticing.
"Don’t, I don’t want to get pregnant."
Qiao En refused, pushing Zhou Jin’an away with her hand.
She didn’t want to get pregnant for fear of having and then losing.
The traumatic experience with that child, she feared a repeat.
Qiao En grabbed a nightgown and put it on, curling up inside the blanket.
Zhou Jin’an, still bare, felt uncomfortable in his body, but even more so in his heart.
Even in this situation, he didn’t complain at all.
He quickly walked barefoot into the bathroom, and the sound of water flowing started.
A few minutes later, he came out of the bathroom.
Qiao En, like an ostrich, buried her head in the blanket.
He approached and gently patted Qiao En’s shoulder.
"Be good, let’s sleep!"
With that, he turned off the bedside lamp and naturally wrapped his arms around Qiao En, but made no further moves.
"Do you blame me for being selfish?"
In the darkness, Qiao En guiltily asked.
"Silly, how are you selfish? We’re still young, and there’s no rush to have children right away. Besides, I want to spend a few more years just the two of us."
He knew what Qiao En was wary about, yet he said nothing to break it.
A warmth spread in Qiao En’s heart, and she turned to embrace Zhou Jin’an.
"Thank you for being so understanding."
As she spoke, her nose tingled, and tears threatened to spill.
Zhou Jin’an’s indulgence corroded the tough armor she wore.
She, who was so strong and independent, suddenly had a soft spot and became vulnerable.
"You are my wife, the person I, Zhou Jin’an, want to spend my life with. When we married, I promised to protect and cherish you for my whole life, to make you happy and joyful. En’en, being with you makes me so happy."
Zhou Jin’an, who usually wasn’t prone to sentimentality, broke his own rule and stirred powerful emotions.
His words warmly touched Qiao En’s heart.
She rested her head against his chest, listening to the strong, forceful thumping of his heart.
No one spoke another word.
After a while, Qiao En suddenly said, "Maybe we should just try."
"Let’s just try!"
Zhou Jin’an immediately responded with enthusiasm and eagerness.
It was like thunder striking the ground.
The restrained passion flooded out, like a ferocious beast unleashed.
Amidst the shifting lights and shadows, they crossed the last barrier of intimacy time and again.
