Obsessive Tycoon and His Swan Girl
Chapter 153 - 153 153 It Depends on My Mood and Your

Chapter 153: Chapter 153: It Depends on My Mood and Your Performance Chapter 153: Chapter 153: It Depends on My Mood and Your Performance Is that even possible?

Fen Ye’s mind was in even more disarray than his hair, as he pulled Assistant Zhang to one side.

Assistant Zhang, trembling with fear, said, “Mr. Fen, I was just, just following orders.”

Fen Ye handed him a cigarette, “Here, have one with me.”

Assistant Zhang saw that his demeanor was genuine and hurriedly took it, lighting a cigarette for Fen Ye and then one for himself, both puffing out clouds of smoke.

“I don’t understand,” Fen Ye exhaled a ring of smoke.

Assistant Zhang didn’t know what he didn’t understand; frankly, he didn’t understand either.

Jiang Zhe put her phone into her backpack, and when she saw Qin Jingchen appear, her mind cleared up about certain things.

Once sure, her irritation and annoyance lightened considerably.

Seeing Fen Ye’s hair blown into such a mess, she commented, “You come just like that because I asked you to?”

Qin Jingchen seemed blessed by the heavens, his hair impeccable, maintaining his dignity and elegance no matter the situation.

Three minutes, unless right outside the door, would take an unimaginable effort to get anywhere.

“I was afraid if I didn’t come this time, I might not have the chance to come again,” Qin Jingchen’s voice bore a hint of hoarseness from rushing, his noble face with a cold edge hidden behind its gentle jade-like warmth.

But when he was with Jiang Zhe, all pretenses were put away, leaving only endless indulgence.

Jiang Zhe’s fox-like eyes lifted slightly, “So you’re that afraid?”

“Perhaps even more afraid than you think,” Qin Jingchen moved closer to her.

In reality, from the moment Jiang Zhe had started ignoring him, it had been just three full days.

Yet it felt as terrifying as three long years.

There were countless times he almost entertained the idea of hacking into Jiang Zhe’s computer and phone, forcing her to see his messages immediately and to connect directly to his calls.

Or to directly confront her at school.

Because he knew this would push her away, he controlled himself and refrained from doing so.

He was telling the truth; what he might do could be more terrifying than one could imagine.

Jiang Zhe caught sight of the Buddha Beads suddenly worn again on his wrist.

She could clearly feel the aura emanating from him.

In the gaze that met his, countless sparks flashed by.

“Since you’re here already, let’s have dinner together,” Jiang Zhe said in a somewhat nonchalant tone.

Qin Jingchen followed her pace, keeping a distance not too far, yet not too close either.

Jiang Zhe’s cool fingers were clasped forcefully into his palm, his distinct fingers strongly intermingling with hers, rubbing together.

He did nothing else, but on her hand, it was as if he had done everything.

At the sound of the door opening, Yang Feiliu hastily blurted out, “Xiaozhe, the situation with Yuanlong is too terrifying, they actually…”

She spoke with a rib still in her mouth, her words muffled and indistinct.

Looking up, she saw Qin Jingchen and Jiang Zhe walk in hand in hand.

She immediately shifted her words, “I mean, these longan fruits are insanely good, so exceptionally sweet, Xiaozhe, you must try some.”

She hadn’t yet swallowed the rib, her speech still unclear.

Qin Jingchen, originally hearing a term that felt somewhat familiar, glanced at Yang Feiliu struggling to swallow the rib, her chopsticks holding chicken strips, while pointing at the dish of longan meat on the plate.

He withdrew his gaze.

“Why didn’t you say Mr. Qin was coming? I’ve made a mess of the dishes on the table; let me order fresh ones for you,” Yang Feiliu immediately picked up the menu again.

Jiang Zhe subtly grabbed her phone and sent a message, “What’s up with Yuanlong?”

“They actually traced me backward! Even though when I quit, I cleaned up all traces of the intrusion spotlessly. That’s just sick,” Yang Feiliu posed as a lady while ordering, seizing the opportunity to reply to Jiang Zhe’s message.

She had never been reverse-tracked by anyone before! Like a goose flying by without leaving a trace, utterly imperceptible to both gods and spirits.

Otherwise, how could Queen of Spade still mix in the circles?

“And now?” Jiang Zhe asked.

“They’ve chased me all the way to Jincheng, almost pinpointing my location. Luckily, they’re still not as skilled as me. I cut them off.”

Jiang Zhe didn’t respond further; new dishes had arrived, and she picked up her chopsticks to eat.

She liked to play with her phone usually, which didn’t attract Qin Jingchen’s attention.

Yang Feiliu, having been reverse-tracked, didn’t have much appetite left, mainly because she had almost eaten her fill earlier. She stood up and said, “You guys take your time eating. I have some things to take care of, so I’ll be leaving first.”

No sooner had Yang Feiliu left than Jiang Zhe’s phone began to ring.

She picked it up to see, and it was a call from Qin Jingchen.

He was sitting right beside her.

Jiang Zhe simply answered the call, “What’s up?”

“Just checking if I’m still on your blacklist,” Qin Jingchen’s voice was clear and melodious, a stark contrast from its former chilliness.

“Are you clear now?” Jiang Zhe asked.

Qin Jingchen laughed, “Clear now.”

He hung up the phone.

He leaned closer to Jiang Zhe, his tone grave, “Don’t do this next time.”

Jiang Zhe could feel the unbridled oppression in his emotions.

And the blood red seeping through the depths of his eyes.

It seemed a few days had pushed him to a breaking point.

In fact, she hadn’t even blocked him on WeChat; she had merely ignored him for a few days.

Yet the rampant wilderness within the man was as untamable as that of a beast.

She was unfamiliar with this aura, yet responded indifferently, “Depends on your performance.”

Qin Jingchen’s lips curled into a faint smile, “I won’t disappoint you.”

Jiang Zhe added, “Depends on my mood.”

Qin Jingchen: “…”

His face darkened a bit.

When Fen Ye walked in, he saw Jiang Zhe taking her time eating her meal.

Qin Jingchen’s expression was somewhat displeased, yet he was pouring tea for Jiang Zhe and serving her food.

Fen Ye: “…”

After sitting down, Fen Ye started eating with his chopsticks right away, as he was starving from dealing with Yuanlong’s affairs.

“Is everything taken care of?” Qin Jingchen asked.

“Done. Assistant Zhang took the items back. Wu Hen’s wife’s issue is also handled,” Fen Ye casually chatted while eating, “Turns out the Jiang Family was holding some banquet downstairs in the restaurant today. Assistant Zhang came over after hearing about it.”

“What banquet?” Upon hearing about the Jiang Family’s affair, Qin Jingchen asked another question.

Fen Ye glanced at Jiang Zhe and seeing she had no objections, he began, “It’s the Jiang Family, declaring to the world with great fanfare about sister-in-law leaving the Jiang Family and even holding a banquet for her. But from what I’ve inquired, it’s not out of sincerity for sister-in-law. It’s purely that mother and daughter wanting to glorify themselves, and incidentally making it clear they have nothing to do with sister-in-law, that’s why they held the banquet.”

Jiang Zhe had already known this, and her reaction was calm.

While eating, she took a sip from the water Qin Jingchen poured and said, “From the day I left the Jiang Family, I have severed ties with them.”

“It seems that mother and daughter are afraid others won’t know, so they’re making a big fuss about it,” Fen Ye said.

Qin Jingchen understood then that the Jiang Family was afraid Jiang Zhe would tarnish their reputation, anxious that her issues might implicate them.