Plunder-Chapter 49 - Good girl lets go home

Chapter 49: Chapter 49: Good girl, let’s go home

Chapter 49 -49: Good girl, let’s go home

Qiao En was taken aback; Qiu Zeming really was direct.

But she quickly smiled again.

“Director Qiu, please sign first,” she said.

Qiao En took a new contract out of her small bag and handed it to Qiu Zeming.

Her smile was warm, and her words did not reject him; now it was Qiu Zeming’s turn to hesitate.

If he didn’t sign, he wouldn’t get the benefit from Qiao En.

If he did sign, and he wanted to take advantage, he worried Qiao En would renege.

Qiao En smiled sweetly, holding the pen in one hand and the contract in the other.

Qiu Zeming was indeed trapped between a rock and a hard place.

But soon, he made a decision.

“I just love this understanding side of you,” he said.

He reached out and pinched Qiao En’s delicate cheek.

Taking the contract, he snatched the pen and swiftly signed his name.

Qiao En took the contract, folded it, and put it back in her bag.

Her mission was accomplished.

“Thank you, Director Qiu,” she said.

Qiao En shook her increasingly groggy head, struggling to stay alert.

She leaned against the wall, staggering toward the door of the private room.

Qiu Zeming’s dark eyes furrowed as he quickly stood up, blocking Qiao En’s path, “Miss Qiao, are you trying to renege?”

Qiao En looked up, smiling innocently, “Director Qiu, what am I reneging on?”

She played dumb, and she did it convincingly.

“You promised me, once you signed, you’d sleep with me,” he said.

Qiu Zeming was out of patience; he was enraged, grabbed Qiao En’s arm, and started dragging her towards the sofa area.

“Director Qiu, please don’t rush,” she said.

But Qiu Zeming was beyond impatient, and with a forceful shove, he threw Qiao En onto the sofa and started to unbuckle his belt.

Qiao En’s head hit the sofa armrest, and she saw stars.

She quickly grabbed the armrest and sat up straight.

“Director Qiu, let’s talk this out. You know that I work in public relations for An Corporation, and we have our own professional ethics. I would never partake in a money-for-sex transaction. I swear to heaven, I did not hear you say that, and I could never do anything that would tarnish your reputation,” she pleaded.

Qiao En was clever; she played a word game with Qiu Zeming and started to appeal to both his emotional and rational sides.

Unfortunately, Qiu Zeming was not listening.

With a dark expression, Qiu Zeming glared at Qiao En and cursed loudly.

“You whore, do you want to die? If I say you’re a prostitute, then you’re a damned whore everyone can have a go with. I’ve decided to sleep with you tonight, no matter what,” he swore.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he pounced on her.

Qiao En didn’t have time to evade and was pinned down by his bulky body.

She could barely move, almost unable to breathe.

Qiu Zeming’s hands roughly tore at Qiao En’s clothing, muttering incessantly.

“Stupid whore, cheap woman, slut…” he mumbled.

Qiu Zeming was recognized in the industry as a difficult person—arrogant, domineering, lecherous, and perverted. He was labeled with countless terrible adjectives.

If Qiao En fell into his hands tonight, if she were not dead, she’d still be skinned alive.

In her panicked struggle, the buttons on Qiao En’s chest scattered onto the floor, revealing her red underwear, and the bloodshot eyes of Qiu Zeming instantly emitted a lascivious green glow.

His hand inevitably reached for Qiao En’s chest.

Qiao En looked set to suffer a great misfortune.

“Director Qiu,” she said suddenly, catching Qiu Zeming’s hand.

“I was just joking with you just now, see how anxious you got,” she teased.

Qiao En’s tone changed completely as if she became a different person.

She was adept at playing to the wind; she did it well.

“Director Qiu, they all say you’re a real man in that regard. You know so many tricks and are also very gentle. It’s no fun if you force me,” she cooed.

Qiao En’s voice was sweet, and the smile on her face was seductive. She might have looked innocent, but her coquettish eyes were full of desire.

She pouted her cherry lips playfully, showing a hint of pretend annoyance.

A wise man does not eat the loss in front of him; she thought her active cooperation would make Qiu Zeming let her go.

But she thought wrong.

Qiu Zeming snorted coldly and slapped Qiao En across the face.

“Damn it, even cheaper than a whore, showing off in front of Guan Yu like wielding a big saber; do you think I’m a fool?”

He didn’t let go of Qiao En but pressed even harder, one hand pulling at his belt while the other fumbled to undo her trousers, his foul mouth nibbling up and down her slender neck.

Qiao En struggled, her hands flailing desperately.

The man was not swayed by weakness, and she couldn’t handle toughness.

Was she really about to capsize in the gutter?

Just as Qiu Zeming was about to undo her trousers, Qiao En unexpectedly grabbed a wine bottle from the coffee table.

Without thinking, she swung it and smashed it against the back of Qiu Zeming’s head.

With that blow, Qiao En used all her strength.

Following a dull thud, Qiu Zeming clutched his head and tumbled to the floor.

Bright red blood gushed out profusely.

On the sofa, the coffee table, the carpet… blood was everywhere.

Qiao En grabbed her purse and stumbled out the door.

Whether it was the effect of the alcohol or the shock from the blood, Qiao En just felt her legs go weak, as if she were stepping on cotton.

The elevator was taking too long, she couldn’t wait, and started running down the stairs in disarray.

She had just gone down two flights when her heel got caught in the carpet, and before she knew it, she tumbled forward.

The stairs at Jinma Entertainment were spiral-shaped, narrow and steep, one layer connecting to the next.

Qiao En rolled down like a watermelon, all the way from the eighth floor to the lobby on the first floor.

Her head had already been in a fog, but now it was even more confused.

“Who’s there?”

A blurry voice rang in Qiao En’s ear.

Then a man in a security outfit waved his hand in front of her, causing Qiao En to feel dizzy and close her eyes.

“Are you alright?”

The man yelled into Qiao En’s ear.

She lay on the ground as if knocked senseless.

Qiao En didn’t catch what the man said.

“Hey!”

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Someone shook her shoulders vigorously, then a few more people came, grabbed her arms, and dragged her out the front door.

Afterward, she was dumped at a street corner.

“Director Zhou, there’s someone over there, looks like Secretary Qiao.”

Zhou Jin’an’s car happened to be at the intersection.

Cheng Lu stuck half her head out of the car window and pointed to Qiao En lying not far away.

She was curled up, her outerwear pushed to her back, revealing half of her fair and delicate waist.

Two men with ill intentions were circling around her.

Zhou Jin’an, who was in the middle of a video conference, turned his piercing gaze in the direction Cheng Lu was pointing.

With just one look, he affirmed that the person was Qiao En.

Without a word, he ended the video conference with a ‘snap’.

Throwing aside his computer, he immediately got out of the car and charged toward Qiao En.

“Back off—”

He roared furiously at the two leering men.

The men were intimidated by his presence and quickly scampered away.

Zhou Jin’an’s face was cold, but his eyes were red.

He quickly took off his coat and wrapped it around Qiao En, who was curled up into a ball.

She was burning up all over, like a ball of fire about to melt.

Zhou Jin’an scooped her up in his arms and held her close.

Her face was red hot, pressed against his chest, searing his heart.

With her eyes closed and her consciousness blurry, she struggled in his embrace.

“There, we’re going home!”

Zhou Jin’an clenched his teeth and soothed Qiao En in a gentle voice next to her ear.

Although she had been restless, at that moment, she truly calmed down.

Her arms naturally wrapped around his neck, as if trying to meld herself into his body.