Chapter 88: Han Qi Trips Shen Shichu

Until now, there had been no movement, so she must have been still indecisive, otherwise, with Ye Shiqing’s temperament where even trivial matters brought provocation, she wouldn’t have been able to keep her cool.

Han Qi asked with a meaningful tone, “Do you want him to agree or not?”

This question was indeed interesting.

Nan Jiaojiao leaned back, her shoulders against the car door, creating some distance between them, and asked, “What kind of trap did you set for him?”

“It’s simple.

His business partners aren’t even worthy to massage my feet.

By giving them a little incentive, they were all eager to terminate their contracts with Shen Shichu.

Seeing the funds drying up, he became desperate, his desperation driving him to play tricks on women.”

The smile on Han Qi’s lips widened as if he had thought of something funny, “Speaking of which, you are also a daughter of the Ye Family, right?”

His tone was thick and lingering, full of teasing.

Nan Jiaojiao rarely changed her expression.

Her identity in Rongcheng City wasn’t hard to uncover, but the thoroughness of Han Qi’s investigation truly crossed her line.

“Touched?

I wouldn’t mind if you gave yourself to me as a token of gratitude.”

Nan Jiaojiao got out of the car, walked around the front, and opened the driver’s side door, “Get out.”

Han Qi, feigning flattery, stepped out and leaned against the car body at an angle, his peachy eyes exuding a confident look seemingly achieved, yet beneath it lingered a trace of diminishing interest.

“Inviting me upstairs already?

Isn’t this moving a bit too fast?”

Plucking such a high-end flower seemed too easy; she was no different from other women, too easy to reel in.

But she was indeed beautiful, and among all his ex-girlfriends, none were as pretty as her.

Nan Jiaojiao lifted her hand to hook her hair behind her ear, her voice floating, “You’re dealing with Shen Shichu for me, how do you expect me to thank you?”

Han Qi moved his face closer, “How about a kiss first?”

Nan Jiaojiao curved her lips into a smile, the smile gradually spreading, but a coolness saturated her eyes, making her gentle, soft voice blend with a threading chill, “Alternatively, let me help you set a bone.”

“What, what?”

Was there something wrong with his ears, had he misheard?

The hand Nan Jiaojiao had on her earlobe slowly lifted and rested on Han Qi’s right shoulder, considerately adjusting the strap hanging from his arm around his neck.

Han Qi was still confused when suddenly his elbow was struck, and with a crack, it was back in place.

“Is that better?”

He moved his arm; it still hurt, but it was much better than before.

“Wow, the orthopedists couldn’t handle my arm and told me to rest it for at least ten days to two weeks, but you fixed it just like that, how did you do it?”

Han Qi’s face flushed, and he did not even consider the reason behind Nan Jiaojiao’s usually cold face bearing a “warm” smile.

“You’re welcome, thank you for this,”

Nan Jiaojiao’s hand moved to his left shoulder, “But I hate it when people meddle in my affairs without my consent.”

Her fingers tightened, and she pushed down with force.

Another crack.

It dislocated.

This time, she used more force, crushing two pieces of bone in his shoulder.

Nan Jiaojiao withdrew her hand guiltily, whispering softly, “Next time, don’t reach too far; keep to the rules.”

Han Qi blinked.

What just happened?

One second.

Two seconds.

Ten seconds…

“Ahhhh!!!”

A sharp scream.

Han Qi clutched his left shoulder, pain forcing him to his knees, his forehead and face were covered in cold sweat.

The delayed pain was the most deadly; he felt pain even as he inhaled, as if the bones had penetrated into the flesh and any slight movement crushed his entire body.