Chapter 266: Who made such a ruthless move

Bian Xiaoxiao walked at the back, retreating to the door while still apologizing, her words tinged with careful flattery; at this distance, those inside had long since stopped hearing.

She turned and saw Ye Shiqing standing there like a block of wood.

Irritated, she yelled at her, “I’ve already offended the chief, deal with your own issues in the future, and don’t come looking for me!”

Bian Xiaoxiao, however, didn’t dare to confront Shen Shichu.

Instead, she threw all the supplements down and drove away.

Shen Shichu’s face was as dark as if it were smeared with soot.

When their eyes met, Ye Shiqing’s first reaction was to cover her head, fearing he might lose control and start hitting her.

“What use are you!”

Shen Shichu indeed wanted to hit her, but he wasn’t about to start a fight at someone else’s doorstep.

The assistant drove up, and he pulled open the door and got in, not planning to bother with her at all.

Ye Shiqing chased after the car for a while, then returned, crying as she picked up the supplements from the ground.

As she left, she looked back every few steps, her lips tightly pursed, her face a mask of humiliation and reluctance.

Pei Dongshi sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, brought it to his lips but then, lacking the mood to drink, put it back down.

“Not one of them gives me peace of mind!”

Jiang Yu glanced at him guiltily, “Why did you come back?”

“If I hadn’t come back, would you have been swallowed alive by others?”

Jiang Yu stared at him for a moment, then smiled meaningfully, “It’s unclear who you’re really here to keep an eye on.”

Pei Dongshi slightly frowned, pretending not to hear, “I’ll be staying here for a few days.

Qiao Shan will bring me some documents this afternoon.

I’ll go upstairs to sleep, wake me up when she arrives.”

“Go on, then.”

Jiang Yu stayed alone, sitting for a while before taking a few puffs of a cigarette and then not moving anymore.

She had never been much of a smoker; she just liked the feel of holding a cigarette.

On the other side.

The burlap sack was removed from Han Qi’s head.

Thankfully, the dim light in the garage was faint, still enough to make him squint, and it took him a while to finally see Lu Zhenzhen standing before him.

He smiled, “Miss Lu, what can I do for you?”

Lu Zhenzhen stared at his swollen face, inhaled sharply, “Who did this to you, so harshly?”

“If I remember correctly, it should be Miss Lu who personally gave the order.”

“Is that so?

Was it me?”

Lu Zhenzhen’s eyes flickered evasively; she had forgotten.

“Then, let me apologize to you.”

Han Qi tugged at the corner of his mouth, trying to smile, but accidentally pulled at his wound, causing him to gasp in pain.

“You better not move.

If you convulse to death right here, I can’t escape the suspicion.”

Han Qi gave her a look, finally understanding why Lu Zhenzhen and Nan Jiaojiao got along so well—with a bit of conscience, but not much, ruthless in their actions, disowning even their kin when necessary.

“How is she now?”

Lu Zhenzhen sat down cross-legged, her high-end white outfit now tainted with gray.

She wasn’t particular at all, pulling out her phone and swiping through it.

“Hungry?

I’ll order some takeout for you.”

“Am I to eat like this?” Han Qi retorted.

Lu Zhenzhen waved her hand, and a bodyguard stepped forward to untie the ropes binding Han Qi’s hands and feet.

He moved about on his own, feeling sore all over after sitting for a day and a night, his body falling apart at every movement.

He caught a glimpse of Lu Zhenzhen’s phone, “Barbecue?

Miss Lu, at least could you order some porridge for me?

Look at me; do I seem able to stomach heavy, rich foods?”

Lu Zhenzhen: “Whether you eat or not isn’t important, what matters is I’m hungry.”

Han Qi: “…Thank you very much!”

In the end, Lu Zhenzhen still insisted on ordering skewers, but also ordered a bowl of millet porridge and steamed buns from another place.