Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 239 What Should I Do with My Poor Little Jinqiao

Chapter 239: Chapter 239 What Should I Do with My Poor Little Jinqiao

Mu Qianfan heard the words, and the air around him seemed to freeze; his head buzzed.

His little girl must have been so heartbroken to make such a decision, to be completely disappointed and give up on him.

He pursed his lips tightly, remaining silent, his heart aching terribly.

After a long while, he finally asked, "What should I do next? Every time I see Ji Yunran, I feel nauseous, almost throwing up last night’s dinner."

An Yan patted his shoulder, "Brother, I’ll need to trouble you for a few more days. I’ll test her, and then urge her to act quicker. There are surveillance devices inside the villa, so you must always pay attention to your behavior and make sure not to show anything unusual."

Mu Qianfan closed his eyes, "I really can’t stand it anymore. The furthest I can go is holding hands, but after staging that scene last night, she will definitely get physical with me. I can’t stand it."

An Yan said earnestly, "Brother, you are an award-winning actor; just treat the current situation as if you’re acting all day long. Don’t worry, if you’re about to be harassed, I’ll show up in advance to help you."

Mu Qianfan sighed, "Little Five, you know I don’t even do kissing scenes, it’s always fake."

An Yan pursed his lips, "Brother, this is quite a sad and upsetting situation, but why do I feel like laughing a bit?"

Mu Qianfan was amused despite his frustration, "Even when your brother has fallen to the plight of chasing his wife to a crematorium, you can still laugh? What about my poor Little Jinqiao, what should I do? I really want to go see her."

"Hold on! If you go now, all our efforts will be in vain. You know Jinqiao’s temperament; she wears her heart on her face. If she knows the truth and relaxes, the other side will notice," An Yan cast a sympathetic glance again, "Brother, hang in there!"

Mu Qianfan nodded and saw An Yan out the door.

He sat on the bed, legs slightly apart, elbows on his knees, his hands running through his hair.

He really was nearing his limits.

God knows how he had survived these twenty days.

Being cold, rejecting, breaking up with Jinqiao, accepting Ji Yunran’s advances, and then "hypnotized" under the guise of psychotherapy to love only Ji Yunran.

The process was incredibly exhausting.

Seeing Jinqiao’s disillusionment, disappointment, and then despair.

His heart was about to break.

He pulled out his phone, quickly typed a series of well-memorized digits, his thumb hovered over the green call button but couldn’t press it.

He deleted the digits one by one and turned off the screen.

He leaned back onto the bed, looking up at the crystal ball on the chandelier.

Perhaps because he had been staring for too long, his eyes became sore, and tears rolled down the corners of his reddened eyes.

A ding, the sound of an incoming message.

He wiped his eyes and picked up the phone; it was a message from Ji Yunran.

[Are you asleep?]

Accompanied by a photo of a beautiful woman getting out of the bath, though she wore a bathrobe, there was an allure of partially hidden beauty.

Mu Qianfan cursed and threw the phone onto the bed.

After a long time, he took several deep breaths, grabbed the phone again, and called back, speaking softly, "Haven’t slept yet?"

"Hmm, I’ve been thinking about you."

Mu Qianfan rolled his eyes, "In what way?"

"The way you treated me last night."

Last night?

What had he done to her?

Mu Qianfan wanted to laugh; last night, he had sat properly in her living room, the whole time wearing headphones thinking about his little girl.

As for what happened inside the room, he was oblivious.

He laughed softly, his smile not reaching his eyes, cold as ice, "I also really want to care for you, but now I’m at the Mu Family’s home, and it wouldn’t look good for you. My parents are quite traditional; I hope they can accept you soon, and love you as I do."

"Qianfan, you are so good to me."

Mu Qianfan chatted with her a little longer before hanging up the phone.

He got up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and lit a cigarette.

Gazing at the cigarette held between his fingers, he suddenly remembered Fu Jinqiao wanting to try smoking.

"Big Brother, are cigarettes enjoyable?"

Mu Qianfan’s lips quirked slightly, holding the unlit cigarette, he chuckled lightly, "Why don’t you try it?"

"Then give it to me."

"Get it yourself."

Fu Jinqiao blinked her large eyes and reached out to grab it.

Mu Qianfan raised an eyebrow, biting on his cigarette and laughed, "Use your mouth."

Fu Jinqiao tiptoed, lifting her neck, and puckered her lips to fetch it.

Mu Qianfan turned his head and blew out the smoke, directly capturing her lips and lifted the petite figure into his arms.

How was she so small, so soft?

Mu Qianfan could never kiss enough, and it wasn’t until Fu Jinqiao couldn’t breathe and started hitting him that he finally let go.

Looking at her slightly swollen and reddened lips, Mu Qianfan wanted to tease her more.

"Didn’t you say let me try smoking?" The young girl was somewhat annoyed.

Mu Qianfan pulled out another cigarette, lit it, and held it to her lips, "Then you try."

Fu Jinqiao took a light drag and choked so badly that she started coughing violently.

Mu Qianfan looked at her with reddened eyes resembling a cute little rabbit and asked, "Done trying?"

Fu Jinqiao nodded repeatedly, "Tried it, not trying again."

"Okay, it’s my turn to try something."

"Try what?"

Mu Qianfan’s seductive voice resonated by her ear, "Trying the taste of the cigarette from a girlfriend’s mouth."

A long ash burned the man’s hand, he flicked it, and the ash fell to the ground.

Mu Qianfan crushed the cigarette butt and pressed it into the ashtray on the table, ready to go take a shower.

The phone screen lit up, that familiar string of numbers reflected on it.

His breathing became rapid, teeth tightly clenched, with his eyes welling up with warmth.

He suppressed his excitement and picked up the phone.

The other side was silent, then a low sobbing came through.

She pleaded, "Can you not hang up this time?

This is the last call I am making to you.

I won’t show up in your life ever again.

Brother, I really love you so much.

Before this, I thought you liked me, loved me too.

But it’s okay, at least I had it once, right?

Today I called to say goodbye to you and to put an end to these many years of feelings.

Brother, the statements I made earlier wishing you childlessness, I take them back.

I still wish you well, hoping that your life ahead will be always joyful and fulfilled.

I am also starting my new life, I will become an excellent archaeologist, I will date, marry, and have children.

Lastly, I will try hard to forget you."

Mu Qianfan felt a headache listening to all this talk about dating, marrying, having kids?

She shouldn’t even think about it, she belongs to him!

But he couldn’t say it.

Fu Jinqiao timidly asked, "Brother, I’ve said so much, don’t you have anything you want to say to me?"

Mu Qianfan sighed deeply, "I don’t like you, don’t call again."

Fu Jinqiao sobbed loudly, deeply heartbroken. She calmed her emotions and took a deep breath, "Brother, there’s one last thing I want to say to you."

"Go ahead."

Fu Jinqiao shouted fiercely, "Mu Qianfan, you bastard! I hope you have no toilet paper when you go to the bathroom and have to scrape with a stick!"

The phone was hung up, and Mu Qianfan chuckled bitterly, "Still not harsh enough, leaving a stick behind."