NOVPUBChapter 361: 361, wish you a lifetime, being pressed by him
Chapter 361: 361, wish you a lifetime, being pressed by him
Song Qinghuan left the office, not to head to the cafeteria, but to the roof of the building.
The wind howled, buzzing in her ears. A hot mist blurred her eyes, seeming like it was about to fall in tears, but it never did.
“Shi Yuhuan…” Song Qinghuan’s lips, void of blood, whispered his name. Her voice shook, slightly hoarse, as her misty eyes stared blankly ahead. “Do you really believe Zhan Jie and not me?”
The rooftop was so quiet, no sound but the wind. 𝔫𝖔𝖛𝖕𝔲𝔟.𝔠𝖔𝖒
But moments later, a mocking voice abruptly rang out, “Oh, did the other woman manage to stir up trouble? Or did he just start to dislike you? I heard the other woman has a large chest. Men always say they don’t like busty women, but that’s all lies. I say, flat-chested Song Qinghuan, maybe you should eat more papaya to grow some breasts, then your husband won’t dislike you.”
As she spoke, the owner of the voice emerged from the shadows, a sardonic smile playing on her face as she glanced at Song Qinghuan’s chest.
“You…” Song Qinghuan snorted, her sorrowful mood instantly subsiding. She glanced coldly at the woman. “Han Qianqian, you have no shame.”
Han Qianqian chortled, “Just mediocre. Not as low as you, at least. At least I didn’t steal someone else’s fiancé.”
Song Qinghuan was glaring at her, the look in her eyes explosive.
Han Qianqian, on the other hand, nonchalantly raised her eyebrows as if all was as it should be.
Song Qinghuan, in a foul mood, did not want to talk to her. She sat down on a rooftop chair, looked up at the half-moon in the sky, and allowed her thoughts to wander in disarray, wanting nothing more than peace and quiet.
But Han Qianqian wouldn’t leave her be. She plopped down beside Song Qinghuan, lazily crossed her legs, and said, “Song Qinghuan, what’s with that sour face? You defeated me and stole Shi Yuhuan away. At least act like the victor, would you?”
Song Qinghuan shot her a glance and retorted, “You were no competition at all!”
Han Qianqian scoffed at Song Qinghuan and gave her a cold glare, but she didn’t leave and quietly sat there with her.
After a while, she asked in puzzlement, “Song Qinghuan, what spell did you cast to make a cold, domineering man like Shi Yuhuan so subservient to you?”
“Subservient?” Song Qinghuan laughed sarcastically at herself.
Shi Yuhuan, the man who acts as if he rules the world, submissive to her? What a joke.
Though she hardly believed it herself, she found the idea satisfying. She gave Han Qianqian a wide grin, “Do you want to know? I won’t tell.”
Han Qianqian glared at her angrily, “Song Qinghuan!”
“Unless you let me touch here,” Song Qinghuan replied, pointing to her own chest, “then I’ll tell you.”
Han Qianqian stared at her, aghast, “Song Qinghuan, have you gone insane from Shi Yuhuan’s torture?”
Song Qinghuan simply smiled, “Just like you made Shi Annuo lose his sanity, no, I won’t be driven mad by Shi Yuhuan.”
Han Qianqian’s eyebrows furrowed deeply. She turned coldly, “Ignoring you. Serves you right to be tortured by Shi Yuhuan. Hope you’re suppressed by him for the rest of your life.”
Watching the departing figure of Han Qianqian, Song Qinghuan retorted impolitely, “The same to you!”
(P.S. Announcing yesterday’s lucky reader: Little Hoodlum. I’ve been wondering when I wrote that the big Boss had misunderstandings? You’re all crying out every day saying I’m going to torment you. You bunch of irritating little fairies…^_^)
