Chapter 32: Chapter 30 Zhan Qipei Was Tempted
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
After a brief silence, he let go of her hand.
What was wrong with him? Why was he so frustrated and confused, no longer himself?
Zhan Qipei sat back down in front of the sofa, glancing occasionally at the tightly closed door, and waited for twenty minutes.
“Click—” The door was pushed open from the inside.
Upon hearing the noise, Zhan Qipei turned his head to look, and his pupils brightened suddenly at the sight of the meticulously dressed girl.
The silk fabric clung smoothly to her body, perfectly outlining her exquisite figure. Her snow-like skin glowed against the backdrop of the black evening dress.
The high slit on one side, made of semi-transparent silk, subtly revealed the girl’s legs, comparable to those of an international supermodel, tantalizingly half-concealed.
Not only that, but the girl’s face was carefully made up, her features gentle, her nose petite, and her lips brightly colored, indescribably beautiful!
Qiao Jing noticed Zhan Qipei staring at her and raised her eyes to meet his gaze.
His look was the same as usual, but now it carried an infinite charm, striking deep into the soul.
Zhan Qipei felt his heart almost forget to beat.
If he didn’t know Qiao Jing’s nature, he would never doubt that her alluring glance was intentionally seducing him.
“How about it? Isn’t my Qiao Qiao beautiful?” Ni Yue bragged to Zhan Qipei.
Zhan Qipei frowned in displeasure, ‘yours’? There was something wrong with that statement.
After muttering a small complaint in his heart, Zhan Qipei’s gaze fell on Qiao Jing once again.
If only the girl who saved him was really her.
This morning he had looked for Lu Zijiao, having tasked him before with inquiring about Qiao Jing’s business.
Lu Zijin said Qiao Jing was just a temporary doctor at their hospital, not a formal one.
He had Lu Zijiao look into this matter to gauge Qiao Jing’s medical skills.
If her medical skills were high, then it was very likely she was the woman who saved him.
However, the answer turned out that Qiao Jing was an “on-and-off” doctor of no repute.
In fact, upon reflection, if Qiao Jing’s medical skills were truly outstanding, she could well have stayed at the hospital working a regular nine-to-five job, sheltered from wind and rain. Why would she bother cleaning at a research institute?
Moreover, Qiao Jing had always been denying she was the one, and there wasn’t a trace of lying on her face when she did so.
It seemed she really wasn’t the person he was looking for.
With that thought, Zhan Qipei withdrew his gaze from Qiao Jing and walked towards his room. He stopped at the door, without turning back, “Don’t wear this outfit tomorrow.”
What a joke, wearing such clothes to a banquet, was she asking to attract unwanted attention?
Qiao Jing looked down at her outfit, feeling neither like nor dislike for it, but Zhan Qipei’s words made her slightly care.
“Do I look ugly in it?” Qiao Jing looked at Zhan Qipei and asked.
Upon hearing this, Zhan Qipei’s brows, heavy as mountains and as foggy as mist, clearly knitted together. He turned his head to look at Qiao Jing and saw her clear, alert eyes gazing back at him, like a deer in the forest, stirring in him an irresistible compassion that made it impossible for him to utter any words that might hurt her.
Not even a single word, and he almost blurted out “very beautiful”.
“It’s just not suitable for you.”
After dropping this line, Zhan Qipei entered his room and closed the door.
“Qiao Qiao, don’t listen to him. Wear this tomorrow. You’re accompanying him, and he’s still being picky. Just ignore him.” Ni Yue truly liked seeing Qiao Jing dressed up .
Indeed, it was just a banquet anyway; no need to be too particular about the outfit.
Qiao Jing had decided she would wear the dress she had on now tomorrow.
She didn’t particularly love the style, but the fabric clung to her skin, comfortable and soft against it.
“Qiao Qiao, let’s try this one on too,” Ni Yue suggested as she held up a pure and adorable off-shoulder white evening gown next to Qiao Jing.
“I’ve made my choice, the one I’m wearing. No need to try on more.”
Ni Yue had known Qiao Jing for quite some time and understood her personality. She wasn’t fond of those girly dresses, bags, and jewelry. For Qiao Jing to try on two outfits was already giving her a lot of face.
“It’s a shame, I have to catch a flight to Milan for Fashion Week tomorrow morning, otherwise, I’d love to go with you to the banquet to see you stunning everyone there,” said Ni Yue with a face full of regret.
“Alright, it’s late, you should get some rest and not miss your flight tomorrow.”
“Then, goodbye, good night,” Ni Yue said, pointing at her own face, “Come on, Qiao Qiao, give me a kiss, a goodnight kiss.”
Just then, Zhan Qipei came out, his gaze cold as ice, staring at Ni Yue, “I’m working; you’re very noisy, hurry up and leave.”
Ni Yue pouted, looking at Qiao Jing, “Qiao Qiao, he’s so fierce. Has he been bullying you? Although in just over eighty days, you and he will go your separate ways, if he bullies you during this time, tell me, and I’ll take up the issue for you.”
“No, that won’t happen. He and I usually don’t interact much, pretty much two parallel lines that never cross. Don’t worry, head back early,” Qiao Jing said while gently pushing Ni Yue towards the door.
Ni Yue really was too bold, and sometimes Qiao Jing found it hard to handle her.
After Ni Yue left, the room suddenly became quiet.
Zhan Qipei’s gaze subconsciously and automatically shifted to Qiao Jing. She was still in her evening gown, having not changed.
Qiao Jing sat on the sofa with her phone, leaning back lazily against the backrest, her thighs crossing and uncrossing. That posture fully revealed the proud curves of her body, bewitching to the extreme.
Zhan Qipei took a deep breath, closed the door, and thought that out of sight would be out of mind, but as soon as he couldn’t see Qiao Jing, his mind would clearly visualize her captivating charm.
And that look she gave—
It was electrifying!!
Zhan Qipei looked at the notebook in front of him, too restless to type a single word.
When Zhan Qipei saw Qiao Jing in that sensual evening gown, the flames he had managed to suppress flared up once again.
“Didn’t I say that outfit isn’t right for you?”
“Oh,” Qiao Jing replied indifferently, and then added, “Different people have different tastes. It’s perfectly normal. I quite like it.”
Like to seduce people, huh?! Zhan Qipei ground his teeth as he looked at Qiao Jing.
The car slowly stopped in front of the hotel hosting the banquet.
Zhan Nanqing and Lou Xinrou had arrived early and were waiting at the entrance.
Their goal was simple: to have Zhan Qipei see how beautiful Lou Xinrou looked now.
“Xinrou, my brother is here!” said Zhan Nanqing, pointing at the arriving car.
“Nanqing, I’m so nervous. What if Brother Pei doesn’t like my outfit?” Lou Xinrou said these words with her mouth, but her heart held different thoughts.
She was wearing the latest model from Yueji Pavilion, and the blush pink fabric made her appear freshly tender and delicate, like a lotus with dew after the morning rain, so alluring she almost enchanted herself in the mirror.
“Xinrou, you’re gorgeous, have some confidence, will you? You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, especially tonight. I guarantee that once you appear at the banquet, you will be the most eye-catching,” Zhan Nanqing promised, patting her chest.
“Nanqing, you’re exaggerating. I’m just average-looking,” Lou Xinrou said until the car door opened, and Zhan Qipei stepped out of the car.
“Pei—” Lou Xinrou was about to lift her dress and run over when she saw Qiao Jing getting out of the other side of the car.
Was that Qiao Jing?!!