Plunder-Chapter 124 Going to Hell

Qiao En was in the examination room.

As soon as Ding Hao appeared, he saw Zhou Jin’an.

"What are you doing here?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

He was furious, confronting Zhou Jin’an with anger.

"Why aren’t you here?"

Zhou Jin’an frowned, coldly retorted.

The two faced off, sparking like a flash of lightning, looking like a fierce battle was about to erupt.

"Mr. Ding."

The door to the examination room opened, and Qiao En came out in a wheelchair.

Her ankle had a sprained ligament, and she needed a few days of rest.

Ding Hao approached, guilt on his face, "Sorry, En’en, I came late."

"I’m fine."

Qiao En’s attitude was very indifferent.

"From now on, call me first if anything happens, I am your future husband."

Ding Hao was jealous.

"Okay."

Qiao En responded.

"If you want to be someone else’s husband, then properly fulfill a husband’s duties. Leaving your fiancée aside and enjoying yourself alone, you really have your ways."

Zhou Jin’an’s deep eyes provocatively looked at Ding Hao.

"It’s none of your business, En’en is my fiancée, do I need you to teach me how to act?"

Ding Hao shouted.

He clenched his fists, eyes red, and charged in front of Zhou Jin’an, ready to fight.

"Whether she can become your wife is still uncertain."

Zhou Jin’an met Ding Hao’s gaze, unreasonably blurting out that line.

And that very line laid the groundwork for underlying issues at that moment.

"Zhou Jin’an, you’re more persistent than a lingering spirit, En’en doesn’t love you, please get as far away as you can!"

Ding Hao exploded with coarse language.

The veins on Zhou Jin’an’s forehead bulged, and he reached out, pulling Ding Hao aside, his burning gaze then turned to Qiao En.

"Director Zhou, thank you for today, but please leave."

Qiao En made her stance clear.

He was an outsider here, there was no reason for him to stay.

"My coat."

Zhou Jin’an said indifferently.

Qiao En, belatedly realizing, then noticed she was wearing his coat around her waist.

She struggled to get up from the wheelchair, took off the coat, and handed it to Zhou Jin’an.

"Thank you."

She thanked him again.

Zhou Jin’an looked deeply at Qiao En, myriad emotions hidden in that single glance.

He took the coat, turned around, and left.

Ding Hao was furiously angry, swung a fist, and smashed it against the wall.

Upon leaving the hospital, Cheng Lu was full of confusion.

"Director Zhou, since you were worried about Secretary Qiao, why did you still call Mr. Ding over?"

People are selfish, especially men.

Pushing the woman he liked towards another man was not Zhou Jin’an’s style.

"Otherwise?"

Zhou Jin’an countered.

Cheng Lu couldn’t think of much, he only felt that Zhou Jin’an seemed different, but couldn’t quite pinpoint what had changed.

"Let’s go."

Qiao En said to Ding Hao.

Ding Hao looked dejected, while Qiao En herself moved the wheelchair armrest, he followed behind, footsteps heavy.

After leaving the hospital building, Qiao En took out her phone and booked a ride-hailing service.

"I’ll take you home."

Ding Hao said.

Qiao En refused, "No need, I’ve called a ride, it’s already here."

As she spoke, she got up from the wheelchair and hopped towards the hospital entrance.

She would rather suffer herself than accept his help.

But she accepted Zhou Jin’an’s kindness.

Ding Hao’s jealousy spilled over, and he struggled to control his violent temper.

"Why? Why do you keep rejecting me? Do you still love him? What does he have that I don’t? Why does everyone love him and not me?"

Ding Hao roared.

Qiao En was a bit scared.

Because she heard a keyword: "everyone."

So, this "everyone" included her, Su Nian, and even An Kexin, perhaps.

He was emotionally unbalanced, and he shook Qiao En’s arms forcefully with both hands.

It was painful for her, but she did not resist.

Her eyes, like pools of water, just gazed steadily at Ding Hao.

He was too immersed in comparing himself to Zhou Jin’an, completely losing his sense of self.

At that moment, Qiao En thought that Ding Hao was truly pitiful.

He thought that possessing the women around Zhou Jin’an was a form of victory.

But he didn’t realize that only a loser would do that.

"Mr. Ding, didn’t we agree earlier? Since it’s a partnership, why mix emotions into it? I understand your feelings, but I hope you won’t let them affect your judgment,"

Qiao En said calmly.

The calmer she was, the more upset Ding Hao felt inside.

She was different from those women; those women would bow to Zhou Jin’an for money, and they would bow to him too, as long as the price was right; he could easily make them happy.

But Qiao En? She was poor, with nothing left but proud dignity.

"Can’t you pretend to love me? En’en, we are about to get married."

Ding Hao pleaded.

Qiao En ran out of patience, and she avoided Ding Hao’s gaze.

"Mr. Ding, you know better than anyone that you don’t really love me, so why deceive yourself?"

"You’re wrong, I love you, I really love you, I’ve never loved someone like this before, believe me, believe me..."

Ding Hao denied, his emotions becoming even more agitated.

"What about Su Nian? She was Zhou Jin’an’s girlfriend and also your girlfriend, right?"

"Princess An Kexin, right? Mr. Ding, your relationship with her must be special, right?"

"By the way, today at the villa, it wasn’t me targeting your elder sister intentionally; she provoked me herself. If this has caused the Ding Family any embarrassment, I hope you can forgive us."

Qiao En spoke with utmost calmness.

Ding Hao stood before her, gradually transforming from a raging lion to a silent gazelle.

She knew everything.

It was not that his act was not convincing enough, but that from the beginning, she had guessed the script.

"When did you find out?" he asked doubtfully.

"If you don’t want others to know, then don’t do it."

"Why didn’t you expose me?"

Ding Hao asked again.

He stared blankly at Qiao En, finding her more and more unfamiliar.

He liked her intelligence, but a woman being too smart could scare a man.

Qiao En let out a light sigh, "Because I need you."

Her response was candid.

Between them, it was just a partnership, a trade-off of benefits.

"So, you will never fall in love with me."

Ding Hao let out a cold laugh. Qiao En did not respond.

"I understand now, I understand everything."

He took steps back, his eyes not showing relief, only pain.

Whether he understood or not, Qiao En didn’t know.

Ding Hao got into the car, started the engine, and the car groaned as it drove away.

When Qiao En returned home, the internet had already begun wildly spreading the incident of Ding Ruyi’s naked run.

Although the mosaic covered the critical parts, her face was exposed.

She ran while cursing, "Qiao En, you wretch, you won’t die well!"

The naked running incident spread quickly, and the media unanimously targeted the Ding Family.

Before going to sleep, Qiao En received a strange text message.

"Miss Qiao, welcome to hell!"