Plunder-Chapter 42 - Jinan Wants Me

Chapter 42: Chapter 42 Jin’an, Wants Me

Chapter 42 -42 Jin’an, Wants Me

An Kexin, draped in a pearl-white dress, appeared like a streak of pale moonlight in the dense night.

She quickly noticed the Maybach drawing near from a distance.

“Jin’an!”

With a cry tinted with sobs, she rushed over, her face stained with tears.

Cheng Lu parked the car and rolled down the window, “Miss An, Director Zhou has had too much to drink. Please come back tomorrow.”

He refused An Kexin for Zhou Jin’an.

However, An Kexin showed no intention of leaving.

“Why did Jin’an drink so much? You’re by his side, why didn’t you stop him? Jin’an has a weak stomach, you know that. If you let him drink so much and something happens, can you bear the responsibility?”

An Kexin scolded Cheng Lu with the tone of a mistress of the house.

He remained silent, helping Zhou Jin’an out of the car.

Immediately, An Kexin went to support him, holding Jin’an’s hand as they walked toward the room, incessantly nagging the whole way.

“Be careful, don’t bump his head.”

Cheng Lu brought Zhou Jin’an straight back to the bedroom; just as he was about to help Zhou Jin’an change, An Kexin stopped him.

“Assistant Cheng, let me handle this. It’s late, and you’ve had a long day. You should head back early.”

Cheng Lu hesitated but ultimately stepped out of the room.

No sooner had he left than An Kexin quickly locked the door behind her.

“Jin’an, is it worth it? For a woman like that, you let yourself be wrecked like this?”

She grabbed a towel and began to wipe Jin’an’s face, her eyes reddening as she did so.

She was destined to be the beloved Snow White, yet he had been enchanted by a low-born Cinderella.

Fortunately, everything between him and Cinderella was a sham, and in the end, he was hers.

Thinking of that cooperation agreement, a smug smile crept across An Kexin’s lips as she slowly approached Zhou Jin’an.

This was the man she had coveted for so long.

She reached out, unbuttoning his shirt one by one.

Zhou Jin’an, who maintained a regular fitness regimen, had a strong physique with clearly defined abs and an attractive Adonis belt.

This was the first time An Kexin had seen Zhou Jin’an’s body from such a close range, and her eyes went wide with desire.

In a moment, a thought struck her.

She took off her outer garment, pressed close to Jin’an’s side, and raised her phone to capture the moment.

In her Moments feed, she set the visibility to Qiao En only.

Chengnan Apartment.

Qiao En’s bedroom lights were bright.

After Zhou Jin’an left, her sleep also deserted her.

The two sleeping pills she had taken had no effect whatsoever.

Qiao En lay against the headboard, scrolling through her phone, afraid that if she stopped, those memories would come flooding back.

Suddenly, the post made by An Kexin caught her eyes.

In the picture, she was nestled in Zhou Jin’an’s arms; both were bare-shouldered, with a blanket discreetly covering their chests.

The image was incredibly eye-catching and undeniably erotic.

An Kexin was skilled at taking photos. She captured not just her own side profile with Zhou Jin’an but also the lamp on the bedside table in Jin’an’s room.

That lamp, Qiao En recognized – it was a gift she gave to Zhou Jin’an on their second anniversary.

It wasn’t particularly expensive, but it was unique, found by chance in a vintage store while they were abroad.

Zhou Jin’an didn’t disdain it; he accepted the gift and even placed it by his bed.

Qiao En stared at that photo for a long while.

Zhou Jin’an had just slept with her and, in less than an hour, had gone to sleep with another woman.

He really was a master of time management!

Zooming in, zooming out, Qiao En looked at the photo again and again.

It felt as though something was stuck in her chest; in a fit of pique, she threw the phone aside and took a cold shower in the bathroom.

An Kexin was very pleased with herself after posting the Moment; she knew Qiao En would definitely see it.

But would Qiao En erupt in anger, or would she be heartbroken?

An Kexin couldn’t predict the outcome, but at this moment, she was truly elated.

“Jin’an, I love you, and you can only love me.”

An Kexin said, cupping Zhou Jin’an’s face and kissing his lips urgently.

Her kissing technique was clumsy, devouring like a storm.

In his slumber, Zhou Jin’an, weighed down by a body and with his mouth blocked, uncomfortably pushed away the “heavy object” atop him.

An Kexin, caught off guard, tumbled to the floor like a white winter melon, rolling off the bed.

“Jin’an, it hurts so much!”

At the moment she hit the ground, her head struck the nightstand with a heavy, muffled sound.

There was a strange woman’s voice in the room, not Qiao En’s.

Zhou Jin’an’s drunkenness suddenly lifted a bit.

He bolted upright in bed, his blurry eyes turning toward An Kexin.

“What are you doing here?”

His voice was muddled, still not fully sober.

An Kexin, tearful, rubbed her bruised head with one hand while reaching out to Zhou Jin’an with the other.

She wanted him to help her up.

“Jin’an, have you forgotten? It was you who called me to come and keep you company!”

Zhou Jin’an shook his head, his frown deepening even more.

He didn’t remember calling An Kexin.

“You should leave.”

He threw off the covers and staggered up, leaning on the furniture and walls, unsteadily standing.

“I won’t leave, I want to stay here with you.”

An Kexin was scantily clad as she wrapped her arms around Zhou Jin’an from behind, rubbing her barely-covered body against his back.

She was tall, with a well-endowed figure, especially her soft and tender breasts. She was confident Zhou Jin’an couldn’t resist her seduction.

Seeing that Zhou Jin’an hadn’t pushed her away, An Kexin grew bolder, inching closer to him, her vine-like arms winding around his neck.

“Jin’an, take me—”

An Kexin’s eyes were misty, rippling like a pond.

She tiptoed to kiss Zhou Jin’an. Just as their lips were about to touch, he suddenly grew angry and shoved her away.

“Get out—”

Zhou Jin’an shouted sharply.

An Kexin fell to the floor, tears streaming down her face from the pain.

She was so forward, and he was so drunk—why couldn’t there be anything between them?

Zhou Jin’an’s eyes were red as he stumbled down from the second floor, as if a voice were calling him, leading him out the door.

An Kexin sat on the floor, crying for a long time.

What was wrong with her? Why wouldn’t he have her?

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She sobbed for a while, then suddenly stopped crying.

She turned over, grabbed her phone, and dialed Qiao En’s number, but quickly hung up.

“Secretary Qiao, I’m sorry to bother you so late. I want to ask you a very private question. Does Jin’an usually want it many times in one night? If I refuse him, would that be bad?”

She sent the WeChat message to Qiao En, and after nearly a minute, she immediately recalled it.

“Right, can you tell me which position Jin’an likes the most? I can’t help but make noise; won’t he find it annoying?”

Just like the first time, nearly a minute passed, and she immediately recalled it again.

“Secretary Qiao, I’d rather not get pregnant before marriage. If I remind Jin’an to use a condom, would he be angry? If we do use one, what brand does he usually prefer?”

She repeated the ploy, again and again.

As she expected, Qiao En saw every message she sent.

She leaned against the headboard, her back stiff, fingers cold, heart pounding in chaos.

An Kexin continued to send messages, but Qiao En didn’t reply to a single one.

An Kexin’s messages were too explicit.

They were heavily provocative.

Victors are kings, losers are outcasts.

Qiao En admitted defeat.

Just when Qiao En felt congested to the extreme, a knock at the door suddenly echoed again.