Into the Night, Jiao Jiao Gets Kissed by a Business Tycoon
Chapter 184: [Extra] Just Speak Up If You Have Something to Say

Chapter 184: Chapter 184: [Extra] Just Speak Up If You Have Something to Say

Who could withstand Zhou Ming looking like that!

It was not until Zhou Ming had finished washing up and came back that Jiang Yurou got up from the bed with a blush on her face.

"I’ve already squeezed the toothpaste for you, and I’ve changed to a new toothbrush too."

Somehow, Zhou Ming had already changed into a black T-shirt.

In Jiang Yurou’s memory, the color Zhou Ming wore the most when he was outside was black.

Jiang Yurou thought about it and decided she must take Zhou Ming to the mall to choose a few clothes another day.

"Oh, oh, okay."

Jiang Yurou went to the bathroom and immediately saw the toothpaste already squeezed out and the cup filled with water; her heart instantly warmed.

Jiang Yurou put the toothbrush with toothpaste into her mouth, took a sip of warm water, and then spat it out.

After brushing back and forth over twenty times, Jiang Yurou finally spat out the foam in her mouth.

Jiang Yurou washed up quickly, and by the time she came out, the scent of the cooking had already wafted from the kitchen, which made her pause before she walked in.

Hearing the sound behind him, Zhou Ming gave a slight smile and said, "The kitchen is smelly; you go out first, breakfast will be ready in a moment."

However, Jiang Yurou shook her head and said nonchalantly, "It’s fine, I just want to watch you."

This was the first time Jiang Yurou saw Zhou Ming cook, so how could she miss the chance to watch him?

Zhou Ming let out a helpless sigh and had no choice but to let her stay by his side.

A while later, the food was finally done, Zhou Ming turned off the stove and carried the plates out; Jiang Yurou hurried up to help.

At this moment, Zhou Lezhi had already dressed and was sitting at the dining table. Seeing that the food was ready, he didn’t sit idly by and quickly got up to get the bowls and chopsticks.

Jiang Yurou was once again amazed by Zhou Lezhi’s good manners, "Your sister is really well-behaved."

Zhou Ming nodded his head and did not disparage Zhou Lezhi, "Hmm, Lezhi has always been sensible since she was little."

Jiang Yurou knew that Zhou Lezhi’s sensibility mostly came from Zhou Ming’s guidance from a young age.

With Zhou Ming being so good, the child he raised would definitely not fall short in any aspect.

Zhou Lezhi was very efficient; she quickly got the bowls and chopsticks and even helped Jiang Yurou serve her meal.

As an only child, Jiang Yurou almost burst into tears on the spot. Look at how considerate this child was—why couldn’t heaven grant her such a well-behaved sister!

But Jiang Yurou could only think about it in her heart, because it was already fortunate for Mrs. Jiang to have her, let alone now with her older age, trying to conceive again would definitely be even more difficult.

So Jiang Yurou could only bury this thought in her heart.

After quickly finishing breakfast, Jiang Yurou followed Zhou Ming to the store. Before leaving, she looked at the tightly locked iron gate and couldn’t help but ask, "Doesn’t Lezhi go to school?"

Zhou Ming’s hand froze while closing the door, then answered, "Lezhi has always been frail, and she has been recuperating at home in recent years. But she is not confined at home all day; she can go out and play whenever she wants."

However, since the last time she was humiliated by the children nearby, she seldom went out again.

Even though Zhou Lezhi seemed normal, how could Zhou Ming, as a brother, not notice her unease? The very next day, he dealt with that group of children, but the incident became a knot in his sister’s heart.

So after that, Zhou Ming always tried his best to amuse her, to make her happy.

Jiang Yurou nodded and said, "So that’s how it is. Anyway, I usually don’t have much to do, so I’ll definitely come to keep Lezhi company often, so she doesn’t feel bored at home."

At that moment, Zhou Ming’s gaze became very gentle as he looked at Jiang Yurou and replied, "Good."

After last night, their relationship took a big step forward, and Zhou Ming no longer prevented Jiang Yurou from coming to see him; they spent a rather joyful time together.

But such times did not last long, one morning, Zhou Ming went to the shop as usual.

However, when he opened the rolling door and saw the man sitting inside, his forehead immediately furrowed, and he asked in a hostile tone, "What are you doing here?"

"I’m here obviously because I have business with you..." Cheng Yi raised his head, revealing that extravagantly delicate face of his, but his look towards Zhou Ming was completely different from the last time, it had become much colder, as if he was about to explode the next second.

Then he moved his fingers, and two black-clad men immediately stepped forward, grabbing Zhou Ming.

"What are you doing? Let go of me!" Zhou Ming began to struggle violently, but it was clear that the other party was trained, and it didn’t take long before they pinned him to the ground, unable to move.

Cheng Yi let out a cold laugh and said, "Then I’ll just let you die knowing why, remember that photo you sold a week ago?"

Upon hearing the word "photo," Zhou Ming stopped struggling. He had thought Cheng Yi was here because of the issue with Jiang Yurou, yet it turned out to be about that photo.

This made him involuntarily start recalling what was so special about that photo.

But it had been too long, and he had forgotten the general contours of the woman in the photo.

Suddenly, Zhou Ming felt a burning pain on his face—it was Cheng Yi’s leather shoe rubbing against it.

The humiliation and rage made Zhou Ming snap back to his senses, he struggled to sit up, but the two men were pressing down on him firmly, and he simply had no strength to resist.

"Cheng Yi, if you have something to say, just say it, what does this mean?"

"Slap."

The crisp and loud sound of a slap echoed.

Cheng Yi slowly squatted down, grabbing Zhou Ming’s hair with one hand: "The woman on that photo is my wife, and that seller used this photo to extort fifty million from me. So, tell me, was this slap worth it?"

Fifty million? Zhou Ming had never seen so much money in his life; he, as a person, had never imagined that a photo he considered mediocre in his eyes could be worth so much.

Zhou Ming couldn’t even begin to imagine what his life would become if Cheng Yi made him pay this sum, and what would become of Lezhi in the future.

He suddenly deeply regretted selling that photo; he should have realized there was something off about that woman.

But now all his regrets were in vain.

A fierce murderous intent flickered in Cheng Yi’s eyes, and the strength in his hand did not lessen in the slightest, as Zhou Ming felt as if his skin was about to be torn off.

Zhou Ming turned his face and looked toward Cheng Yi: "So what do you plan to do?"

A mad glint of murderous intent crossed Cheng Yi’s eyes: "I... want you to..."

But the word "die" was not yet spoken when the rolling door was pulled open again, a blinding sunlight reflected directly in Zhou Ming’s eyes, causing him to squint instinctively.

Jiang Yurou was stunned at the scene before her; how could Brother Yi be here, and why was he treating Zhou Ming like this?

Jiang Yurou’s mind went blank, like a computer crash, until she saw the handprint on Zhou Ming’s face, which quickly snapped her back to reality, and she hurriedly squatted down.