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Chapter 364: Chapter 353: Zhan Qipei Clings Desperately to Qiao Jing

Qiao Jing instinctively reached out to catch the man, but he smoothly placed his hand on her waist.

Zhan Qipei held the woman's waist and buried his head between her neck.

After smelling the scent of her body wash, he took several deep breaths.

Feeling the man’s burning temperature, Qiao Jing furrowed her brows even tighter and looked towards the living

room table.

She saw that the fever medicine on the table was still in its place and pursed her lips, feeling slightly angry.

“Zhan Qipei, walk on your own, don’t lean on me.”

Having a fever and not taking medicine was one thing, going out to drink was another.

Zhan Qipei didn’t move. The hand placed on the woman's waist gradually tightened, buried in her neck, refusing

to speak.

Anger tinged Qiao Jing’s eyes as she forcibly removed the man’s hand and walked over to the couch in the living

room.

Her expression cooled down as she put the fever medicine back in the medicine box.

Upon seeing his now empty arms, Zhan Qipei was stunned for a moment and looked at Qiao Jing with somewhat

hazy eyes.

He quickly walked to the edge of the sofa, grasped the woman's slender wrist, and pulled her in front of him.

“Could we not divorce?”

Qiao Jing’s nostrils were filled with the man’s alcohol smell, and her cold eyes held a rare hint of anger.

“I will definitely divorce you.”

Zhan Qipei’s long brows tightened, his thin lips firmly pressed together.

“Why must you divorce me? Do you dislikethat much?”

Qiao Jing raised her eyes to meet the man’s dark pupils, saw the pleading in them, and hesitated.

As the wealthiest man in the capital, this distinguished man looked at her with such eyes to avoid divorce, which

quenched much of her anger.

“I don’t dislike you; | just don’t like you. We are not suitable.”

Zhan Qipei’s profile was tense, and his deep voice sounded.

“You have never opened your heart to me, always treating our marriage as a task. You never accepted me, how

can you say we are not suitable?”

Qiao Jing furrowed her brows, hesitant, feeling there was sreason in what the man said, but she had made

up her mind and would not change it.

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“We have been together for a while now, and | can feel that we are not right for each other. Let's go and apply

for the divorce proceedings tomorrow morning. From then on, our paths will diverge, and we will not interfere

with each other.”

Upon hearing Qiao Jing say this, the emotions Zhan Qipei had been suppressing these past days suddenly

erupted.

Empowered by the alcohol, he forcefully grabbed her hand, pulled her close with all his strength, and imprisoned

her in his arms.

Qiao Jing instinctively wanted to push the man away, but his grip was too strong; they were pressed tightly

together, and she had nowhere to put her hands.

Her brows tightly knitted, just as she was about to speak, a kiss landed on her lips.

The kiss carried Zhan Qipei’s anger and a hint of grievance; his hand on her waist began to wander further.

Feeling the woman in his arms trying to escape, he gently bit her, reluctant to exert force.

Qiao Jing felt her spine being encircled by a pair of warm hands, sending a tingling sensation through her.

Without hesitation, she bit the man in response.

But it was as if the man felt no pain, and his kiss slowly moved downward from her mouth.

Zhan Qipei’s hand grabbed the hem of Qiao Jing’s nightgown, sneaked inside, and found the woman's sensitive

waist, caressing ceaselessly with his calloused fingertips.

When touched on the waist, Qiao Jing’s body uncontrollably shivered, and the man’s kisses had moved up to her

neck.

Her cool eyes filled with indignation, and anger once more tinged her gaze.

Seizing the moment when the man had only one hand restraining her, Qiao Jing fiercely pushed him away.

“Are you crazy?!”

Zhan Qipei staggered a bit from the push, his steps unsteady from the alcohol, and he backed up several steps,

finally collapsing onto the couch.

After two seconds of silence, he looked up at the woman, his dark pupils showing a trace of self-mockery.

His dark eyes looked at the woman, a self-deprecating laugh escaping him.

“Yes, I've gone mad. Just thinking about you divorcinghurts like crazy.”

Qiao Jing ignored Zhan Qipei, reaching to touch her neck, feeling waves of pain emanating from it.

She coldly walked back to her room and took out a mirror to look at herself.

Seeing the marks on her neck, her expression grew even colder, her temples throbbing abruptly.

Was Zhan Qipei a dog? What was he doing nibbling all over her?

Qiao Jing’s chest heaved several times before she managed to calm herself down.

Her face expressionless, she opened a document, looking over the words on it.

An hour passed, and Qiao Jing couldn't calm her heart.

There were no sounds from outside the living room, and no footsteps in the corridor of the room; Zhan Qipei

hadn't seemed to return to his room.

Qiao Jing bit her lip, contemplating whether or not to go out and check.

But after the way that dog of a man had hugged her, nibbling and kissing, not to mention groping all over, why

should she care about him?

However, Zhan Qipei had a high fever, and if he stayed on the living room sofa without going back to his room, it

would definitely get worse.

Qiao Jing bit her red lips and finally opened the door of her room.

When she reached the living room, she immediately saw the man still lying on the sofa, but something seemed

off about his state.

Zhan Qipei was facing the sofa, his back towards Qiao Jing; it was unclear whether he was asleep.

Qiao Jing walked a few steps forward and poked the man’s back.

“Are you asleep? Get up.”

Zhan Qipei moved his body but remained silent.

Seeing that he was still awake, Qiao Jing gripped Zhan Qipei’s arm, trying to pull him up.

But the man deliberately resisted her, unwilling to get up.

After several attempts, she let go of him, ready to turn back to her room.

She had only taken a few steps when she bit her lip and walked back to the sofa.

“Are you getting up or not?”

If possible, she also wanted to just leave Zhan Qipei on the sofa to fend for himself.

But he was still running a fever, and sleeping in the living room all night, he might end up even more delirious by

morning.

Zhan Qipei’s muffled voice rose, still facing away from Qiao Jing.

“Don't worry about me. Since we're

getting divorced tomorrow, lig you

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My fever has nothing to do with you. Go back to sleep.”

He was just a man without a wife to care for him, after all.

Qiao Jing’s temples throbbed abruptly, the corners of her lips twitching imperceptibly.

This damn man was obviously being spiteful, even deliberately quoting what she had just said.

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“I'm up now...”

As her husband, having people handle divorce proceedings late at night wasn’t out of the question.

Qiao Jing placed the fever reducer on the table, dropping her final words.

“Take the medicine.”