Chapter 117: Please Behave Yourself, Mr. Jiang

ed.Zhou Miao felt that she truly didn't understand the thoughts of these wealthy people. She didn't understand He Zong, and she didn't understand Xiang Wan either.16446330/50669319.Remember the websit...As six o'clock approached, Xiang Wan encountered Jiang Qifeng in the dressing room. Or rather, the other party seemed to have come looking for her intentionally.

In the spacious room, Jiang Qifeng sat alone in a corner, with no lights on. The room was dimly lit, and there were seven or eight crooked wine glasses in front of him.

The air was thick with the smell of alcohol, making Xiang Wan wrinkle her nose. She glanced at the already drunk man and turned to leave. She didn't want to see him, she wanted to switch places with her colleagues so they could come over instead.

"Did I let you go" Jiang Qi Feng staggered to his feet, holding a bottle of wine and pointing it at her.

"Towards evening lowered her head, "I walked into the wrong room, someone else will come to serve Mr. Jiang soon."

"No mistake, I called you here!" Jiang Qi Feng threw the wine bottle onto the table, walked drowsily to her side, his hand hovered above her head, then retracted.

He sat back down and patted the seat beside him, his voice laced with a hint of raspy suppression. "Come here, sit here."

Instead of moving, A-Wan tilted her head and asked him, "Mr. Jiang, what can I get for you"

"I told you to sit down, didn't I hear you!" Jiang Qifeng's voice rose a few octaves, his amber eyes tinged with red from drinking too much.

"If Mr. Jiang called me over just to show off while drunk, I'm afraid I won't stay," she said with a cold snort after a long silence.

Having said that, she turned and walked towards the door.

Seeing this, Jiang Qi Feng suddenly stood up, strode over to her in a few large strides, slammed the door shut, pinning her against it, his gaze fixed on her.

The pungent smell of alcohol enveloped Xiangwan instantly. She pushed him, but couldn't budge him. "Mr. Jiang, please control yourself."

“Self-respect” Jiang Qi Feng squeezed out two words from between his teeth, as if her two words had ignited the anger in his heart. He clenched her hand tightly, his breath reeking of alcohol, spraying on her face, “You were thrown out naked, and you’re talking to me about self-respect!”

"!" A-Wai's pupils constricted, she bit her lip tightly, and with a sudden burst of force, pushed Jiang Qi Feng away.

His grip was turning her wrist purple. She frowned and moved her wrist a few times.

Jiang Qi Feng was pushed by her, stumbling and falling to the ground. He propped himself up on the ground, swaying unsteadily as he stood up, looking at her with disappointment and anger. "Is it true what they said Did you seduce He Hanchuan"

He walked slowly to her side, hands gripping her shoulders tightly, his voice a notch higher than before, "Answer me!"

向晚 disliked the way he phrased his question. She pushed him away forcefully, standing farther apart. "Yes."

She looked at him coldly and said indifferently, “But whether it is or not, it has nothing to do with you.”

The Jiang siblings were something she wanted to avoid like the plague. Even from afar, they reeked of something foul; getting close would be unbearable—sticky, repulsive, and nauseating.

W向晚 didn't want to entangle with Jiang Qifeng again, lest Song Qiao or someone from the Jiang family came and branded her as a seductress of Jiang Qifeng.

She turned to leave, but as she reached for the door, a long, pale hand moved faster, slamming it shut with a resounding bang.

向晚 furrowed her brow, forcing down her anger as she said, "Mr. Jiang, what are you trying to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Qifeng pressed him against the wall. He cupped her face in his hands, breathing heavily as he leaned in for a kiss. His light-colored eyes were now filled with intense desire and anger.

向晚 pushed him back, but she couldn't push him away. She just felt that this handsome face was now as disgusting as a fly. When she turned her head, his hot kiss landed on her neck.

Sticky and sickening, like a worm had crawled over it, she wanted to jump in the shower and blast herself with water ten or twenty times.

"Jiang Qi Feng, don't go too far!" Xiang Wan gritted her teeth, using all her strength but still only managed to keep him at arm's length, unable to push him away.

Jiang Qi Feng looked down at her, his eyes filled with undisguised desire. "You seduced He Hanchuan just to get back into this circle, right You don't need him; you can seduce me too. I can give you everything he can."

His hand was rubbing against her waist, and he lowered his head to kiss her as he spoke.

Slap!

Before Jiang Qi Feng's kiss could land, Xiang Wan slapped him across the face. Taking advantage of his stunned expression, she raised her right knee without hesitation and aimed it at his groin.

Pain, a pain that felt like thousands of ants gnawing at his heart, Jiang Qi Feng clenched his legs together, bending over and covering the wound. The sweat on his forehead streamed down non-stop.

Bang!

At the same time, the door to the room was flung open and Song Qiao stormed in. Her gaze fell on Xiang Wan's somewhat disheveled front, her eyes seeming about to burst into flames.

"Before Miss Song insults someone, she'd better first figure out if I was the one who seduced them or if someone wanted to force themselves onto me." Before Song Qiao could speak, Xiang Wan said first.

Song Qiao looked at Jiang Qi Feng's expression and almost guessed what had happened. But she still said to Xiang Wan: "Do we need to ask The fact that you seduced He Hanchuan but ended up being thrown out has already spread throughout the circle. Since the last target didn't work, you shifted your target to my fiancé."

"Miss Song's skill at lying with her eyes open is truly admirable," mocked Xiangwan, turning to head towards the door.

Song Qiao was so angry at her words that her face turned red, but she didn't open her mouth to retort, nor did she go after her. She only slammed the door shut with a bang after she left.

向晚 rubbed her ears, which were still buzzing from the vibrations, then frowned and scrubbed the place where Jiang Qifeng had kissed her until the skin on the outside was almost rubbed raw. Only then did she let go, pressing her lips tightly together.

She has already done her best to avoid their circle, why are they still one by one not letting her go

"Wanye" Meng Lan called out, but as she got closer, she raised an eyebrow and said softly, "I still have some things to deal with. Can you deliver the chicken soup to the hospital for me"

The one who could personally deliver chicken soup to Menglan is none other than He Hanchuan.

"I'm so sorry, Lan Jie," Xiang Wan mumbled, her head bowed. "It's still a few hours before I get off work. Why don't you have someone else send it for you"

"I'm too lazy to find anyone else." Menglan shoved the thermos into her hand and stretched lazily, "You go then."

The thermos wasn't that hot, but in Xiangwan's hand it felt like a burning potato. Her other empty hand clenched her sleeve, her palm already slick with cold sweat. "You don't have to go yourself, Yuan Simeng doesn't have class today. I'll take the chicken soup to her and then..."

"That's too much trouble." Menglan smiled and winked at her, "I happen to be going to find Manager Zhou in a bit. I'll just tell him you're booked after six o'clock, he won't say anything."

She tidied up Xiangwan's clothes, giving her no chance to refuse, and walked away humming an old song with a rather pleasant mood.

After walking a distance, Menglan turned around and winked at Wan. “I have faith in you!”

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