Chapter 1007: Hurt Self-Esteem

"Simple..."

Qin Zhi suddenly stood up, but seeing Qiu Qiu's smiling face, he couldn't bring himself to say the word "Qiu" at the end, and immediately turned the gun muzzle around.

「Zhou Andong, I and you cannot coexist. 」

「This morning at the venue, you told me we would be good brothers from now on, and I could come to you for help with anything. But I never expected that just a few hours later, over a meal, you would turn against me. 」

Zhou Andong sighed with a disappointed face: "Being friends with someone as fickle as you is too exhausting. From now on, let's each go our own way and forget each other in the martial world."

Qin Zhi gave a hehe cold laugh: 「Even if we break off relations, after returning to the capital, you still have to treat me to a meal. 」

「On what grounds? 」

Zhou Andong glared at Qin Zhi, picked up a toothpick and picked his teeth: 「After breaking off relations, I still have to treat you to a meal? Do I have a big head? 」

「Exactly! 」

Zhou Anlei chimed in from the side, this guy still holding a grudge against Qin Zhi for stealing his roasted goose leg.

「We've already broken off relations—do you want to eat shit or not? 」

Qin Zhi felt isolated and helpless, realizing he couldn't gain any advantage, so he turned and walked away.

After taking just two steps, he remembered his wife was still there, turned back, and pulled Shī Mèngjiāo up.

「Wife, let's go. From now on, we'll have nothing to do with them. 」

Shī Mèngjiāo couldn't help but puff out a laugh: 「Hurt your self-esteem? 」

「Mm! 」 Qin Zhi nodded pitifully: 「You need to comfort me properly. 」

Shī Mèngjiāo rolled her eyes: 「Qiū Jiě, are you coming or not? 」

「Let's go! 」 Qiū Qiū stood up with her bag.

Zhou Andong kicked Zhou Anlei.

「They're gone! 」

Zhou Anlei muttered: 「I held on, but I'm too lazy to move. 」

「Then just stay here by yourself, we're leaving. 」

Zhou Andong no longer paid attention to Zhou Anlei, and greeted Qiū Qiū.

「Let's go! 」

Zhou Anlei hurriedly got up: 「I want to go back to the hotel and sleep. 」

………………

At this time, the press reception had ended, everyone had left the venue, and were preparing to go upstairs to eat.

Sī Wēi took the elevator to the 29th floor, returned to her room, saw Zhuō Qǐhuá still asleep, turned around and left again.

Then she took out the small pills, threw them into the water cup, poured water in, and sat on the sofa smoking a cigarette.

Watching the small pills dissolve, she held the cup and went into the bedroom, then placed the water cup on the bedside table, and sat sideways on the edge of the bed.

「Lǎo Zhuō! 」

Sī Wēi shook Zhuō Qǐhuá; after a while, Zhuō Qǐhuá opened his heavy eyes.

「What time is it? 」

Sī Wēi wore a helpless expression: 「It's already 4 p. m. 」

「4 p. m.? 」

Zhuō Qǐhuá wanted to sit up, but felt sore all over and couldn't sit up.

「What's going on? I have no strength all over, my head feels dizzy, and my face even hurts a bit. 」

Sī Wēi reached out and touched Zhuō Qǐhuá's forehead: 「A bit hot—are you going to have a fever? 」

Zhuō Qǐhuá rubbed his face: 「My face feels swollen, and it still hurts when touched. 」

Sī Wēi helped Zhuō Qǐhuá sit up, placed a pillow behind him, and picked up the water cup.

「Drink some water first, I'll go get you medicine. 」

Zhuō Qǐhuá dozed off in a daze for the whole afternoon, and was indeed a bit thirsty.

He took the water cup, gurgled, and drank all the water in one go.

Sī Wēi asked concernedly: 「Do you feel better? 」

Zhuō Qǐhuá nodded: 「Drinking some water, I feel a bit better. 」

Sī Wēi let out a long breath: 「At noon, I called you but you didn't wake up, so I had to attend the press reception in your place. Just now I came back and called you again, but you still didn't wake up, which scared me to death. 」

Zhuō Qǐhuá leaned against the headboard: 「Did the reporters question you? 」

Sī Wēi shook her head: 「No, I found it strange too—there were so many reporters, everyone got questioned, but no one questioned me. 」

Zhuō Qǐhuá gave a cold snort, but as for that embarrassing matter, he didn't want to tell Sī Wēi.

Even if Sī Wēi found out later, she couldn't learn it from him—that would be too embarrassing.

But deep down, he was also relieved he had slept so deeply, avoiding the press reception.

Thinking about it, all the reporters ignored him, not a single one questioned him—what a sight that would have been.

Actually, Sī Wēi also found it strange: even if Zhuō Qǐhuá hadn't attended the press reception, but as his assistant and a senior executive of Huáhuá Real Estate, she should have been able to attend, which would have given face to the organizers. Yet those reporters, not a single one questioned her—sitting on the stage, she must have felt extremely awkward.

They didn't know that the only reporter who supported them from the Yangcheng Evening News had her qualifications revoked; otherwise, such a scene would never have occurred.

「You rest a bit more, I'll go get you medicine and bring you something to eat. 」

Zhuō Qǐhuá felt his head getting heavier and heavier, his eyelids starting to fight: 「It seems I'm really sick—go ahead, I'll sleep a bit more. 」

Sī Wēi got up and left the room, casually closing the door, but she didn't go to buy medicine—instead, she went to the second-floor restaurant, holding a tray and wandering around, looking for Zhou Andong's figure.

But by the time the banquet ended and most people had left, she still hadn't found Zhou Andong, which made her frown slightly. She had the waiter pack some pastries to take back to the room, and only then went to buy medicine.

But after the banquet ended and most people had left, she still hadn't found Zhou Andong, which made her frown slightly. She had the waiter pack some pastries to take back to her room, and only then went to buy medicine.

Night fell quietly, Jian Qiu panting as she rode Zhou Andong, a drop of sweat sliding down her flushed cheek and dripping onto the small hill, then slowly rolling to the rounded edge before dripping once more onto Zhou Andong.

"Do you love me?"

Jian Qiu leaned down, cradling Zhou Andong's face.

"Love!"

Zhou Andong didn't know what illness this woman had, suddenly asking this question, but he blurted it out without hesitation.

Jian Qiu smiled seductively, kissing Zhou Andong's lips: "How much do you love me?"

Zhou Andong was about to speak when Jian Qiu covered his mouth with her hand: "Wait, don't say anything like the moon represents your heart—too cliché."

Zhou Andong blinked: "I love you like armpit hair."

"Huh?" Jian Qiu asked curiously: "How so?"

Zhou Andong said seriously: "I love you like armpit hair—no matter how much you shave, it keeps growing back endlessly."

"Ha!" Jian Qiu flung herself onto Zhou Andong, laughing wildly, her fingers constantly pinching him.

"Ow ow, it hurts, stop pinching." Zhou Andong grabbed the mischievous hand: "By the way, you said you'd give me a surprise tonight—what surprise?"

Jian Qiu whispered in Zhou Andong's ear: "Tonight I've taken no precautions."

"Ah?" Zhou Andong exclaimed: "You you you...... you......"

Jian Qiu bit down hard on Zhou Andong's shoulder, making him grit his teeth.

"What, you're not happy?"

"No......" Zhou Andong explained: "We're getting married next October; if it coincides, you'll have to walk the red carpet pregnant?"

"No problem!" Jian Qiu rested on Zhou Andong's chest, murmuring softly: "Worst case, we delay half a year, hold the wedding in May."

"Okay!" Zhou Andong flipped over, pressing Jian Qiu beneath him: "Let's keep trying."