Chapter 95: I'll Fork You to Death
After having the hotel staff drive Qiao Xier's R8 back to the villa, Zhang Yang stuffed the drunk Qiao Xier into the Chevrolet. The moment she got in, she leaned against the passenger seat and fell asleep—probably wouldn't wake up even if thunder struck.
Zhang Yang took off his jacket, laid it over her, then slowly started the car.
From what he remembered, Qiao Xier's alcohol tolerance wasn't great, but she'd never actually gotten drunk before. Yet tonight she clearly was. Knowing her personality, she wouldn't have gotten wasted in that kind of setting unless something was off. Which meant that bastard Du Yuheng must've tampered with her drink.
Thinking of that made him shiver. If that bastard had really done something to her, he'd regret it for life.
He glanced at the sleeping beauty beside him—Qiao Xier's lips carried a faint smile, and his heart couldn't help but stir. He reached out gently, brushing her smooth cheek like polished jade.
This girl had been pretty fierce earlier! To stand up to the cops for him—definitely showed her spoiled princess temper.
After thinking for a bit, he slowed the car down, glanced around to make sure no one was nearby, then leaned over and stole a kiss, like a sneaky cat stealing fish.
The elevator scene with Qiao Xier earlier kept replaying in his mind. Every time she kissed him, it was always in some special moment—never casually.
Still, he couldn't deny—he loved her kisses. Her little tongue was warm, soft, and sweet, her teeth smooth with no rough edges. Unlike Gao Qi—when doing that thing with her, she'd practically scrape a layer off him, claiming it reduced pleasure to prevent him from finishing early.
Ah, if only this sleeping beauty could be like Gao Qi and Xu Danlu someday, that'd be perfect.
The next morning, Zhang Yang was woken by a phone call. It was from the annoying beauty upstairs, Qiao Xier. He stared at the ceiling speechlessly. Hell, even if she stomped twice, he'd know she wanted him.
"Come up. We need to talk!" Then she hung up without waiting for a reply.
Zhang Yang opened his mouth, ready to refuse, but swallowed the words. He threw on a jacket and went upstairs.
Qiao Xier peeked out the door, saw no one, then yanked him inside like a spy meeting contact. She was in such a rush that Zhang Yang immediately regretted not bringing that box of ultra-thin condoms he'd bought two days ago.
She must've wanted to repay him for saving her last night—with her body.
"Did you beat up Du Yuheng last night?" The beauty asked while leaning against her MacBook, staring at him.
She wore a black short skirt trimmed with purple lace. Because of her long legs, the hem barely reached her knees. Her slender legs wrapped in nude-black stockings made his heart itch. Damn, those calves were perfectly shaped.
Zhang Yang didn't react at first. Beat up Du Yuheng? Oh right, he did. But wasn't that for her? Now she's pretending she doesn't know?
"You mean that pretty boy from last night?" Zhang Yang thought for a second, then nodded. "Yeah, Du Yuheng, right? So what?"
Qiao Xier rubbed her forehead like she had a headache. "Did you do anything else?"
"Anything else? Let me think." Zhang Yang scratched his nose. Plenty of other things—but which one did she mean?
"Does going crazy drunk at the hotel count?"
"That doesn't count."
"Threatening the police?"
"I threatened the police?" Qiao Xier shook her head. "Impossible."
"Fine, what about slapping Du Yuheng? You forgot that too?"
"Vaguely. I did slap him once. But that's not the point. I vaguely remember being groped by some beast in the elevator, but…"
"Cough… cough, you definitely remembered wrong." Zhang Yang immediately slid a bit away from her—safe distance achieved.
"Wrong?" Qiao Xier bit her lip and opened her MacBook. "Then what's this photo about?"
"What photo?" Zhang Yang leaned forward. One glance and his face darkened. He waved his hands frantically, "This—this is totally a misunderstanding! It's all about the camera angle!"
The screen showed a webpage full of massive red headlines.
"Qiao Family's Beautiful Heiress Suspected of Two-Timing!"
"Future Nobel Prize Candidate Miss Qiao Xier's Boyfriend Revealed!"
"Beautiful Scientist Caught Kissing Colleague in Elevator—Shocks Police!"
"Young Master of Du Family Fights Mysterious Scientist Over Nobel Prize Nominee Qiao Xier!"
"Analyzing a Person's Sexual Experience Through Qiao Xier's Kissing Style!"
And those were just the tip of the iceberg. Most articles came with a "classic" photo.
Inside the open elevator, Zhang Yang was holding Qiao Xier, hands on her long white legs. Her arms wrapped around his neck, kissing passionately—an iconic shot rivaling the sailor kissing his lover in the WWII victory photo.
"You've got to be kidding me." Zhang Yang was speechless. How the hell did this photo even exist? He hadn't noticed any flash when the cops caught them!
He scrolled through the comments—and nearly lost his mind. Almost everyone thought he had defiled their goddess and called for a manhunt to cut off his dick as punishment.
A few even suggested cutting off Du Yuheng's too.
And those bastards ended their comments with, "Email QQ123476 begging for full photo set and video!"
"Seeking leaked video, email xxx dot org dot cn."
"Those fucking bastards!" Zhang Yang shot up.
Qiao Xier glanced at him, pouting slightly. "Well?"
"Well? Damn it, at least I'm handsome. How'd they manage to make me look this ugly from the side? Fuck!"
"I mean what now?" Qiao Xier said, her face grim.
"What now? I'll find whoever took those pictures and beat the shit out of them."
Qiao Xier rubbed her forehead, knocked the table, and said, "Alright, stop joking. Do you even know who Du Yuheng is?"
"Isn't he the heir to the top family in Southeast Province—the Du family?"
"So you do know. Then you should also realize how serious this is," she said, looking pained.
"So what? I already beat him up. Besides, I've got the Qiao family's beauty as my girlfriend. The Du family can suck it."
Qiao Xier gave him a look, pouting, "Who said I'm your girlfriend?"
Zhang Yang pointed at the computer. "It says so right there."
Qiao Xier sighed and said calmly, "I called you here to talk about this. You're right—I do have a good impression of you."
She bit her lip, hesitating. "Even my most precious first kiss was taken by you."
"Shouldn't your most precious thing be your virginity?" Zhang Yang interrupted carefully.
"Get lost! I'm being serious!" Qiao Xier glared at him. "But listen—I can't be your girlfriend."
"Because of your family? Or because you're two years older than me?" Zhang Yang muttered. He'd guessed she'd say that, but hearing it still stung.
Qiao Xier rolled her eyes and sneered. "So what if I am? Do you really think the Qiao family would marry their only direct granddaughter to you? Besides, you're already living like a playboy, with two women warming your bed every night in a threesome. If my family found out I was with you, they'd have a stroke!"
Zhang Yang wanted to argue, but when he heard that last part, he couldn't even refute it.
True enough—no matter how much they liked each other, she came from a powerful family. She was their precious granddaughter. No way they'd let her become someone's side chick.
"I get it. So if I wanted to marry you, I'd have to either wipe out your entire family or take you back to ancient times where I could have multiple wives?" Zhang Yang smiled faintly.
"You… you… if you dare touch my family, I'll fuck you up—I'll kill you, you bastard!" Qiao Xier jumped up, swearing furiously, all ladylike manners gone.
Zhang Yang quickly pushed her back into her seat and soothed her, "Alright, alright, I get it. No killing your family, no time travel. So that means there's no way forward, huh? Got it… guess that means we're breaking up—but wait, we never even started, right?"
"Can't you be serious for once?" Qiao Xier pouted again, eyes reddening.
Zhang Yang's heart ached. He pulled her into his arms, sighing. "I've always been serious. But if you're asking me to give up Lulu and Sister Qi, I can't."
Qiao Xier struggled but couldn't break free. She sighed, meeting his gaze. "If you really gave them up, I'd look down on you."
"So you mean?" Zhang Yang looked at her, eyes brightening. "You might actually convince your family?"
Qiao Xier rolled her eyes. "Me traveling back in time with you would be more realistic."