"Yi Nanfeng, that was an accident..."
That was just an accident because Yi Nanfeng was avoiding the paparazzi and his grandparents happened to live across the street from her.
Su Qing subconsciously wanted to explain, but before she could say the words, she was blocked in her throat by Qiao Mo's cold and cruel tone.
"I don't care if it was an accident or not, I only care about the result. Su Qing, it's none of my business if you want to flirt with other men, but you can't involve Mu'er in this matter. Mu'er is the young lady of the Qiao family, the daughter of me, Qiao Mohan, a precious girl. Letting her face appear in such a scandal, do you know how much of a humiliation it is for her!"
Qiao Mohan's big hand, which was clasping Su Qing's chin, suddenly tightened.
In those cold, inky eyes, light and shadow intertwined, making it impossible to distinguish what was in those narrow pupils.
What occupied him more was the worry for Qiao Muer, or the anger at Su Qing and another man making headlines as a family of three.
Cheating?!
Su Qing's watery almond-shaped eyes flashed with a strange light at the same time.
She didn't notice Qiao Mohan's expression at all, nor did she notice the emotions hidden in his eyes. The only thing she noticed was the words he blurted out.
Cheap!!!
Qiao Mohan actually called her a slut!!!
Su Qing's anger was boiling in her heart. She pushed him hard, "Get out of the way - I was wrong about Mu'er. I apologize. But I don't want to see you now. Get out of the way. I want to leave here!"
She didn't know whether Qiao Mohan became so bad after losing his memory, or whether he had always been so bad but had never shown it in front of her.
But now, Su Qing hated Qiao Mohan in front of her very much.
He is so disrespectful, how could he say such a thing—
Unfortunately, even though Su Qing has practiced Taekwondo, she is still slightly inferior to Qiao Mohan in strength.
As soon as her small hand pressed against his chest to push him, Qiao Mohan sank down. The man's weight pressed on her, easily pushing Su Qing back onto the big bed.
Qiao Mohan pressed down on Su Qing from above. The two of them, who had just done that kind of thing and had no time to put on their clothes, could clearly feel each other's presence.
Su Qing's bright almond eyes trembled slightly and she looked away.
But Qiao Mohan did not allow her to escape. He stroked her chin with his slightly rough fingertips and straightened her face.
"Apologize... Ha, the cheapest thing in the world is an apology. Su Qing, I told you that since you caused this, you have to apologize. Apologize to Mu'er, apologize to me... Didn't you just ask me the transaction requirements in a sharp tone? Okay, I'll tell you now."
Qiao Mohan's eyes were cold and evil. While he was explaining the "rules" to Su Qing, he gently rubbed her lips, which had already turned bright red and swollen beyond recognition, with his fingertips.
"In view of the series of troubles you have caused, the content of our deal has changed. In order to clean up the mess for you, I have no choice but to hold a press conference. You should be very clear about the content of the press conference. From now on, you must play your role according to what I said to the reporters. Until the heat of this matter has cooled down and I find a suitable replacement, otherwise..."
"Or what..." Su Qing heard the hidden meaning in Qiao Mohan's words, and finally narrowed her eyes and looked at him.
Qiao Mohan curled his lips and smiled wickedly: "Otherwise, you will always be my Mrs. Qiao on the surface, and my mistress behind my back." (To be continued)