Chapter 240: Did You Spike Her Drink

Han Qi put on a face, but what they said was also the truth.

“I have to go on a sudden business trip tomorrow, I’ll leave in the morning and come back in the evening, I won’t have time to pick up the calligraphy and painting, so after you pick it up for me, can you also deliver it on your way?”

Nan Jiaojiao was suspicious, “Is it really that simple?”

“How complicated can it be, could I possibly trick you?”

She snorted with laughter, “Do you believe that yourself?”

Han Qi stared at her face, cold as frost, and burst into laughter, “It’s okay if you don’t agree, but you owe me a favor.

You can keep it and return it another time if you want.”

Nan Jiaojiao rolled her eyes at him, “The address.”

Han Qi sighed pitifully, “Are you that eager to cut ties with me?”

No one responded to him, and he didn’t hold much hope.

He sent the address to her phone.

The dinner was awkward.

After finishing, the two women left without Han Qi.

He glanced at the bill, quite a few parties—it wasn’t just two bottles of Conti, and when Lu Zhenzhen left, she even took two bottles of Lafite.

“You’re also into petty gains?”

Nan Jiaojiao stood by the roadside, waiting for Lu Zhenzhen to put the wine in the car.

“Of course, if it’s for free, why not take it?

By taking a few bottles of wine from Han Qi and giving him a hard time, at the very least he won’t be feeling good tonight.”

Lu Zhenzhen hooked her arm with Nan Jiaojiao’s and walked toward the river.

“Did you really agree to his request?”

“It’s not a big deal, just delivering something.

Because of Kang Xiangyue’s matter, I indeed owe him a favor.”

Lu Zhenzhen’s voice became more serious, “Actually, Han Qi isn’t that bad of a guy, it’s just that he’s a bit too flirtatious and frivolous.

You stay away from him for me, will you?”

Nan Jiaojiao glanced sideways, “I’m very faithful.”

“To whom?” Lu Zhenzhen smirked at her.

“Faithful to me or to Bo Yanching?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes flickered, “Guess.”

“I don’t want to guess.

No matter who you hide in your heart, I must be the most important one.”

Lu Zhenzhen pinched her, complaining verbally, but when they passed a milk tea shop, she affectionately bought two large cups.

The wind by the river was cold, making their hair fly.

Nan Jiaojiao put her hair up and secured it with a twig.

Gao Zhe called, and after speaking a few words with him, Lu Zhenzhen, still on the line, began walking back the way they came, ready to find her dear fiancé.

Suddenly, Nan Jiaojiao’s expression hardened as she looked towards a certain floor-to-ceiling window of the western restaurant.

“Wait a second.”

She gently tapped the back of Lu Zhenzhen’s hand and led her into the restaurant.

They quickened their steps and went straight to the window where she raised her voice and ordered, “Don’t touch her.”

It was Xu Tingting.

She was drunk and slumped over the table, half-closing her eyes, with a man standing by her side.

His hands were inappropriately rubbing her shoulders, attempting to wrap his arm around her waist when Nan Jiaojiao grabbed his wrist.

She coldly interrogated, “Who are you?”

The man’s bones ached from her grip as his face scrunched up in pain, but he bore it without a cry as his eyebrows pressed down tightly.

“And what about you?

You dare to get physical in public!”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t waste words with him and tightened her grip, almost breaking his bones.

“I…

I’m her boyfriend.”

Nan Jiaojiao paused, taking a closer look at the man’s face—it indeed was the same one she had seen in the restaurant before.

Glancing at the drunken Xu Tingting, she frowned, “Did you ply her with drinks?”

“No, no, she was in a bad mood and insisted on drinking.

I couldn’t stop her.

With her like this, there was nothing I could do.

It’s so late, of course, I have to take her home!” The man gasped for breath, his feet starting to lift from the pain, barely able to bear it.

“Can you let go now?”

Nan Jiaojiao: “She’s Xu Tingting.

Knowing her identity, you don’t send her to the Xu Family but take her to your home?”