CEO Husband, Don't Bother Me

Qiao Dongcheng dragged me to a balcony and almost bumped into me. I stood there and looked at the brilliant sunlight, while Qiao Dongcheng looked down at me in a condescending manner. His usually indifferent eyes were now filled with anger and coldness.

I leaned against the balcony, drumming my fingers on the pale white tiles, leisurely in contrast to his dry anger.

He suppressed his anger and growled in a low voice, "Mo QianXun, are you trying to take revenge on me?"

I smiled at him while blinking my eyes. "Revenge for you? Why?"

"You and Ji Xiaobei are together."

"Yes."

"Do you know who he is?"

My attitude was extremely serious. "This isn't important. I have nothing to do with who he is. Our relationship is very clear. I am his mistress."

The muscles on his face twitched, and he punched the balcony with the fury of a trapped beast.

He looked at me for a while, grabbed my shoulder and said in a low, hoarse voice, "I really didn't think that you would be such a person. Qian Xun, what are you thinking? You need money, just tell me. Qian Xun, what exactly do you want?"

"You never thought of it. There are a lot of things. I've never been a good person. "I want money, I will earn it myself. I won't take your Qiao family."

"You are like this. Use your body to earn and sell. Mo QianXun, don't make me look down on you." He growled.

Was he sad? But what right did he have to be sad?

When I called him in Paris and he was having fun in the woman's bed, he said, "Qian Xun, I'm busy right now. I'll call you later."

The old wound in my heart was lifted. I closed my eyes to feel the surging aura in the depths of my heart. When I opened my eyes, I was still smiling charmingly at him. "Yes."

The past, always the past, I do not want to turn that page sad, helpless, dark.

He only knows how to criticize. Alright, there is no need to explain anything to him, he is not one of my people, and there is no need to explain it to him.

With a smile, I turned away from him, not stopping at all.

Tightening his shoulders, Ji Xiaobei's suit looked a little cold.

After exiting the area, he saw Ji Xiaobei leaning on the door of the resting room, impatiently looking at his wristwatch while smoking with all his might.

The thick carpet covered my footsteps, and only when the light and shadow covered him did he raise his head to look. A faint smile rose in his dark eyes.

I took off the cigarette between his fingers and threw it into the trash can beside me. "To be fair, you don't want me to smoke, so don't try to seduce me."

He put his hand on my shoulder, leaned his head down, and kissed me hard on the cheek. "Go eat. I'm hungry."

I wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned against him.

This was the rule of a mistress. One could tell from one's glance that she was not a woman with a good family type of fox spirit.

Qiao Dongcheng coldly called out from behind, "Mo QianXun, stop."

"Darling Qian Xun, I'll bring you out to eat something delicious today."

"Sure."

Qiao Dongcheng, your fiance only has a piece of paper, it's not binding. He is my financial backer, I accept his happiness as my principle.