The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife
Chapter 124. (In the middle of the night)

Chapter 124: 124. (In the middle of the night)

Wu Qian was forced to lift her head and look at him, observing the malicious glint in his eyes, "If you hadn’t spiked my drink, I never would’ve ended up here with you."

Although she had been drowsy all of last night, she wasn’t without any recollection of what had happened. Reflecting on her loss of control, Wu Qian concluded that the problem must’ve stemmed from the juice she drank after she came back.

Zhou Liang chuckled softly, "Heh, seems you’re not that stupid after all, but so what? I forced you, where’s the evidence?"

Wu Qian now felt like giving up entirely. Despite her disbelief that Chen Qingtian would ever treat her this way, she took Zhou Liang’s words to heart.

"I am the evidence." Feeling the discomfort and stickiness between her legs, Wu Qian knew the evidence was on her body. You want evidence? I’ll get a check-up at the hospital, you think you can get away? Worst comes to worst I’ll just lose all shame.

The hand Zhou Liang had on her chin tightened, "You really are naïve, just like someone from the countryside, thinking all you need is to show your face. If I say you were willing to sleep with me last night for money and only complained after waking up because you weren’t happy with how much I offered, do you think the police will believe you or me?"

Wu Qian’s face turned extremely ugly. Being pinched by the chin, she had no choice but to look at him, "You’re shameless!"

Zhou Liang threw her aside, and Wu Qian fell onto the bed, her head crashing against the bedside table. An involuntary hiss escaped her lips from the pain.

Looking down at her with an air of superiority, he said, "Since you don’t appreciate kindness, then go ahead and call the police. Let’s see who’ll be the loser in the end. Oh, and by the way, Chen Qingtian asked me to tell you that he’s done with you now, from now on you go your way, and he’ll go his."

Before Zhou Liang left, he pulled out several banknotes from his wallet and tossed them onto Wu Qian’s face, "Consider this your service fee from last night."

Wu Qian’s eyes reddened, staring fixedly at the banknotes. She remained in the position Zhou Liang had pushed her down, her head drooping, her long hair covering her face, obscuring her expression.

Suddenly, she darted into the bathroom, naked, and stood under the shower, letting the hot water pour down as she furiously scrubbed her body as if trying to cleanse something filthy off. She crouched on the bathroom floor and finally burst into loud sobs.

When Wu Qian left the hotel, she was distraught. Zhou Liang’s words echoed in her mind. Instead of going back to school, she went to the home she shared with Chen Qingtian.

As she fished out her keys to unlock the door, she saw a pair of red high heels right at the entrance. These weren’t her shoes.

Following the trail of high heels to the bedroom door, she could see women’s silk stockings, outerwear, underwear... and men’s shirts, ties... strewn carelessly on the floor.

Even without witnessing the scene firsthand, one could imagine how fierce and hurried the battle between two people had been.

Wu Qian’s face turned deathly pale; hearing it from Zhou Liang was one thing, but seeing it with her own eyes was another.

She moved step by step toward the bedroom, although she’d already guessed what lay inside, she couldn’t let go without seeing for herself.

Her hand on the bedroom doorknob, she hadn’t yet turned it when the ambiguous sounds – of flesh colliding with flesh – came from inside. Her face grew even paler, her hands trembling as she gripped the doorknob.

Standing outside, she listened for quite a while, hearing the soft, coquettish voice of the woman inside and the familiar voice of Chen Qingtian that she couldn’t be more familiar with. Even if Wu Qian didn’t want to believe, she had no choice but to.

Bracing herself, she opened the bedroom door. The woman saw her first and screamed, grabbing a blanket to cover herself. Chen Qingtian didn’t look surprised at all; he calmly started putting on his clothes.

"Why are you here?" he asked her.

Wu Qian’s face was pale, void of any color, as she looked at Chen Qingtian with disbelief etched across her face. "Who is she?"

"You’ve already seen for yourself, she’s my new flame," Chen Qingtian replied casually, caressing the woman’s cheek as he spoke.

"If she’s your new flame, then what am I? What do you take me for?" Wu Qian demanded sharply.

Chen Qingtian frowned. "We’re already done. Whatever you love, it’s your business, not mine."

"So for a woman like her, you just left me alone in the bar? Do you have any idea what I went through last night?" Wu Qian’s eyes welled up with tears, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

Chen Qingtian looked at her impatiently. "Are you done yet? I’m free to find any woman I want. Weren’t you with Zhou Liang last night anyway?"

Wu Qian was shocked. So what Zhou Liang said was true. Chen Qingtian, he really did set her up with another man.

"Chen Qingtian, you bastard! How could you do this to me!" Wu Qian lunged forward, raising her hand to hit Chen Qingtian but he caught her wrist.

Then he slapped her across the face, sending Wu Qian tumbling to the ground. "Don’t get too big for your boots. We’re all adults here; it’s all just a bit of fun. What, you thought I’d marry you? Daydreaming, huh? Look at yourself, a country bumpkin from some backwater village."

Pointing to the door, he barked, "This is my house. Get out and never show your face to me again."

Wu Qian propped herself up on the ground with one hand and covered her stinging cheek with the other, glaring hatefully at Chen Qingtian.

The woman looked down at Wu Qian, lying disheveled on the ground. A flicker of pity crossed her eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. She felt sorry for Wu Qian’s plight, but at the same time, she mocked Wu Qian’s naivety.

Wu Qian left and went straight back to school. Upon seeing Fang Tong, she immediately confronted her, "Where is Shen Qinglan? Where is she?"

Wu Qian’s eyes were red-rimmed, her cheek swollen and frightening, her appearance truly wretched. Fang Tong was startled by her state. "Wu Qian, what happened to you? Why are you looking for Qinglan?"

"I’m asking you where Shen Qinglan is?" Wu Qian’s gaze was filled with fierce light and hatred.

"Qinglan isn’t here. She hasn’t been seen in school for a long time."

"Of course, I know she’s not in school. I’m asking you where her home is. You’re so close to her, you must know, right?"

Fang Tong had a feeling that Wu Qian was up to no good looking for Shen Qinglan. Despite knowing Shen Qinglan’s home address, Fang Tong, sensing something amiss, wasn’t about to tell her.

"I don’t know. I’ve never been to her house," Fang Tong denied flatly.

Of course, Wu Qian didn’t believe her. Spotting Fang Tong’s phone on the desk, Wu Qian snatched it up. Before Wu Qian returned, Fang Tong was messaging Shen Qinglan. The phone wasn’t yet locked, and Wu Qian easily found Shen Qinglan’s number and dialed.

Fang Tong tried to wrestle the phone back, but today Wu Qian seemed to have taken some sort of drug that gave her surprising strength, and Fang Tong couldn’t take it back.

"Wu Qian, what are you trying to do? Give me back my phone!" Fang Tong was also enraged.