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Chapter 92 - 92 92 Sleep Together

Chapter 92: Chapter 92 Sleep Together Chapter 92: Chapter 92 Sleep Together The most uncanny thing in this world, is perhaps stumbling upon another you amidst a crowd.

The woman was dressed in the same striped shirt and jeans as Qiao En, also sporting long hair tied into a high ponytail just like her.

From a distance, Qiao En watched the woman fearfully.

She was standing with her arms crossed at the entrance of a kabob shop, fair-skinned and with long eyelashes. At first glance, she was another Qiao En.

“Su Nian—”

Qiao En tried calling out.

Upon hearing her, the woman lifted her head and spotted Qiao En in the crowd in an instant.

When their eyes met, she bolted.

The food street was bustling with people, making it hard to run, but she moved as if she had greased her feet, darting swiftly between the left and right.

Qiao En chased after her too. Although they had never met, since her return to Rong City, this woman had masqueraded as Qiao En and stirred up too much trouble.

Qiao En had too many questions to ask her.

However, after chasing her halfway down the street, she disappeared into thin air.

She came without a trace and left without a shadow, like a ghost.

Qiao En went from shop to shop, searching one by one.

“Excuse me, have you seen a girl dressed just like me and who looks just like me?”

She asked everyone she met, but no one nodded.

Leaving the food street, Qiao En felt somewhat disheartened.

But one thing she was sure of was that Su Nian wasn’t dead.

She kept walking down the street at the intersection, not knowing when she had walked into a dead-end alley.

Qiao En came to her senses, turned around, and started walking back the way she came,

Suddenly, a hand reached out of the darkness, covering her mouth and nose.

Next, she passed out.

When she woke up, Qiao En found herself lying naked on a bed in a hotel room.

From the bathroom, the sound of running water was heard, and a man’s tall and straight silhouette appeared on the frosted glass.

She got scared and sat up abruptly, grabbing a towel to cover her chest, searching the floor for clothes and shoes.

Her clothes were scattered on the floor, and her shoes had rolled under the bed.

She put on her clothes, knelt on the carpet, reaching out for her shoes, but couldn’t grasp them.

Annoyed, Qiao En, barefooted and holding a pair of disposable slippers, was ready to flee.

Just as her hand was about to touch the doorknob, the bathroom door opened, and Zhou Jin’an, wearing only a towel around his waist, walked out.

“Where are you going?”

He asked with a calm voice.

Frightened, Qiao En turned her head abruptly, and the shock in her eyes was replaced by confusion the moment she met his gaze.

“How are you here?”

Qiao En blurted out.

“Wasn’t it you who asked me to come here?” Zhou Jin’an counter-asked.

Water droplets slid down his honey-colored skin. He had a great figure from regular workouts, with broad shoulders, narrow hips, and perfect muscle lines.

“I didn’t.” Qiao En denied flatly.

Zhou Jin’an gave Qiao En a deep look, picked up the phone from the nightstand and pulled up the WeChat message she had sent him.

“I am waiting for you in Room 3201 at Huamei Hotel, I have something to tell you. Come quickly.”

The message was from Qiao En to him.

Qiao En found her own phone by the nightstand.

After entering her fingerprint to unlock it, indeed, she had sent Zhou Jin’an a message two hours ago in the WeChat chat.

“I didn’t send this.”

“Since you’re here, just sleep.”

Zhou Jin’an’s eyes darkened. He seemed unconvinced.

He flipped back the covers and lay down.

“Mr. Zhou can sleep by himself.”

Qiao En quickly walked toward the door.

“Don’t you want to know who’s behind all this? What if you escape today, and what about next time?”

Zhou Jin’an’s voice came from behind her again.

He did have a point. The enemy was in the dark, while they were in the light. It’s easy to defend against the seen, but hard to guard against the unseen.

“What do you want to do, then?”

Qiao En’s departing footsteps paused.

Back when she was Zhou Jin’an’s secretary, she had an exceptionally intelligent mind. The two of them had tacitly cooperated, successfully avoiding countless pitfalls and winning numerous tough battles.

“We should watch and adapt, remain unchanged to respond to all changes. It’s getting late, hurry up and go to sleep.”

Zhou Jin’an didn’t say much, resting one hand behind his head, he closed his eyes.

The hotel room was small, with only one bed. Zhou Jin’an occupied half of it, leaving the other half for Qiao En.

Qiao En stared at the other half of the bed for a long while. She moved towards the sofa, grabbed a blanket, and curled up into a ball.

She was still angry.

Zhou Jin’an sneakily glanced at her using just his eyes; her little face was puffed up with anger.

He decided to give her a way out.

A minute later, Qiao En was scooped up by a pair of large hands.

“What are you doing?”

She cried out in alarm.

“Getting into bed to sleep, otherwise I can’t guarantee what I’ll do to you,”

Zhou Jin’an teased.

Qiao En didn’t dare to move, letting him carry her.

Her heart raced uncontrollably; despite everything that had happened, she still cared about him.

Zhou Jin’an carried Qiao En to bed and tucked her in.

They lay side by side, both with eyes shut, neither spoke.

Perhaps it was exhaustion, or maybe it was that Zhou Jin’an’s presence was too familiar—Qiao En soon fell asleep.

Early next morning.

A “bang bang bang” knocking sounded at the door.

“Secretary Qiao, are you in there?”

Outside, An Kexin’s voice came through.

Zhou Jin’an had awoken early, like an old sage fishing, leaning against the headboard, working on his phone.

“Why would Director Zhou’s fiancée come here?”

Qiao En asked suspiciously.

Zhou Jin’an had just finished reading an email. He lifted his brows and a smile tugged at his lips, “She probably wants to see if we obediently made a baby.”

So it was still the same old game.

Qiao En honestly felt sorry for An Kexin, who was getting increasingly crazed in her attempts to win Zhou Jin’an’s favor.

“Does Mr. Zhou think that Miss An hopes we’ve been obedient or not?”

Qiao En’s lips curled as she asked in return.

“What do you think?”

Zhou Jin’an didn’t answer.

He was adept at the art of deflection, pushing away any question he did not wish to answer.

The knocking suddenly stopped.

Qiao En’s phone suddenly rang.

The phone vibrated. Qiao En didn’t pick it up; she pressed the mute button instead.

An Kexin had sent a WeChat message: “Secretary Qiao, didn’t you call me last night asking me to come here today? I’m here now, please open the door.”

Qiao En checked her call log, sure enough, her phone had indeed made a call to An Kexin the night before.

It seemed that the person who had brought her here last night was An Kexin.

“Now that Mr. Zhou’s fiancée has clamped down on me, how does Mr. Zhou plan to handle this?”

This fire had been ignited because of him; whoever sparked it should take responsibility.

Qiao En wrapped her arms around herself, her eyes cold as she looked towards Zhou Jin’an.

“Cold treatment.”

He sat there composed as if fishing, his deep-set eyes still fixed on the phone screen, completely detached from the situation.

‘Cold treatment’ meant no treatment at all.

An Kexin kept pestering, so Qiao En simply tossed her phone aside.

But she was like a persistent plaster; not so easy to shake off.

Soon, Qiao En heard voices from outside the door.

“Hello, room service, is anyone inside?”

Qiao En did not have the chance to reply before hearing a “click,” and suddenly the door of the hotel room swung open.