Chapter 197: Chapter 190: President Zhan’s Superb Tactics Against His Love Rival


    Qiao Jing’s wordsforted Cao Feiyu greatly; he knew that Qiao Jing wouldn’t easily fall for someone else.


    Could this be considered a constion after a failed confession?


    Cao Feiyu looked at Qiao Jing’s ethereally beautiful face and gave a bitter smile as he shook his head.


    “Xiao Jingjing, won’t you really consider me? I think I’m quite decent.”


    “I won’t consider it.” Qiao Jing’s refusal was as straightforward as ever.


    Cao Feiyu felt the icy staresnding on his back, and without needing to look back, he knew it was Zhan Qipei watching him.


    Not fearing death, Cao Feiyu turned his head and red back at Zhan Qipei.


    Merely ring wasn’t enough, he strode up to Zhan Qipei, “Don’t think I’m afraid of you just because you’re the big boss of the Zhan Family. You and Qiao Jing are not suited; stay away from her.”


    Zhan Qipei narrowed his eyes which held a chilling glint and coldly said, “I recall you are an artist signed under my entertainmentpany. Aren’t you afraid of being cklisted by me?”


    “cklist me if you must. If I lose my job and can’t make a living, I’ll just stick by Xiao Jingjing every day and let her support me,” Cao Feiyu said with a do-or-die attitude.


    “Living off a woman?” Zhan Qipei’s words carried a hint of mockery.


    “What’s wrong with living off a woman? I have good looks, at least Xiao Jingjing finds me easy on the eyes. I’m not asking Xiao Jingjing to support me for nothing; I can doundry, cook, mop the floors, and warm her bed for her.”


    When Cao Feiyu mentioned “warming the bed,” he clearly felt the chill emanating from Zhan Qipei, which was so cold it made people’s skin crawl.


    At that moment, Cao Feiyu was trembling with fear.


    This didn’t mean Cao Feiyu was weak. Although he was now a top celebrity,pared to a seasoned corporate president who had battled through the business world, he simply couldn’t match up.


    Especially since Zhan Qipei wasn’t just any corporate president; he was the renowned richest man of the capital! He had started running major operations before finishing college and had led the Zhan Family to new heights with his decisive and swift actions.


    Such a seasoned figure may appear gentle, calm, and noble, but behind that demeanor was a terrifying power that could turn the sky upside down with ease, truly intimidating to behold.


    “I’ve changed my mind,” a voice devoid of any warmth came from Zhan Qipei’s thin lips, “I won’t cklist you, and I will even heavily skew resources in your direction to make you more popr.”


    “And then make me so busy with endless work that I won’t have time to cling to Xiao Jingjing?” Cao Feiyu continued Zhan Qipei’s thought.


    Zhan Qipei didn’t speak but slightly lifted his chin, a gesture that seemed to confirm it.


    “Hiss—” Cao Feiyu gasped and took a step back.


    Sure enough, befitting the foremost CEO of the Zhan Family, his method of causing harm without a trace of blood was truly peerless.


    Cao Feiyu then turned around toin to Qiao Jing, “Xiao Jingjing, he’s bullying me…”


    “Hmm?” Qiao Jing raised an eyebrow and looked over at Cao Feiyu, “Bullying you? It doesn’t seem like Zhan Qipei has such tendencies.”


    Cao Feiyu “…”


    The just arrived Zhan Qipei “…”


    Suddenly, Qiao Jing felt a chill on the top of her head. Looking up, a snowkended on her eyshes, sticking there and slowly melting.


    “It’s snowing.” Qiao Jing’s lips gradually curved into a smile as she reached out to catch the snowkes.


    Zhan Qipei stood beside her, silently watching the girl in the snow. Snowkes sparsely fell into her hair and eyebrows, and onto her long, curling eyshes, where two more snowkesnded. The whole scene was so unrealistically beautiful; she seemed not to belong to this world.


    Watching Qiao Jing like this, Zhan Qipei was momentarily lost in a trance.


    His feet moved uncontrobly towards Qiao Jing. Sensing someone approaching, Qiao Jing suddenly turned and lifted her gaze. Her eyes, brimming with autumnal mist, and her slightly raised, enchanting phoenix eyes met Qipei’s gaze.


    With that look, Qipei immediately felt a choking sensation in his breath. If it weren’t for the fear of ruining this beautiful moment, he almost couldn’t control himself from pulling the girl into his arms right then and there.


    “What’s wrong?” Qiao Jing asked, puzzled. “Is there something dirty on my face?”


    “Um,” Qipei nodded his head, then slowly raised his hand towards Qiao Jing’s eyes.


    Qiao Jing instinctively wanted to dodge.


    “Don’t move, it’ll just take a second.”


    The man’s voice was soft and enticing, making it hard to refuse.


    Qiao Jing didn’t dodge again, allowing Qipei’s hand to touch her eye.


    The man’s slightly rough fingertips touched her eyshes, and Qiao Jing reflexively blinked.


    This scene stunned everyone present.


    Everyone held their breaths, not daring to breathe heavily. Among the fluttering snowkes, the man was iparably handsome, like a god, and the woman was stunningly beautiful, like a goddess.


    Together, whether in appearance or aura, they were a perfect match.


    Many girls watched with stars in their eyes, feeling as though they were watching a real-life romantic idol drama.


    Cao Feiyu could no longer stand it and was about to intervene. However, he was abruptly stopped by the director.


    “What, you think you don’t have enough work already? Want the big boss to keep adding more to your te?”


    “But they―”


    “They haven’t done anything excessive. Besides, if I’m not mistaken, this girl must be the big boss’s countryside wife, right?”


    The news about the President Zhan marrying a countryside wife was known almost throughout the empire, and the director was no exception.


    Cao Feiyu didn’t respond, which was as good as admitting it.


    “They are husband and wife, even if it’s just a contractual marriage, it’s legally valid. You are the outsider here. If you interfere now, you’ll be the mistress meddling in other people’s emotions. If this were to get out, it would be a stain that you, Cao Feiyu, could never shake off for the rest of your life,” the director persuaded.


    “Where do I have time to worry about that, my wife is about to be snatched away, I don’t care about stains or not,” Cao Feiyu said and then charged.


    “Hey, hey, hey! Aren’t you afraid of staining your image, of disappointing all your supportive fans?” the director’s words seemed to work this time.


    Cao Feiyu stopped in his tracks, his expressionplex.


    He was now a public figure, an idol in the hearts of many. His fans were not only captivated by his looks but proud of his unblemished reputation, believing he couldn’t do wrong.


    If it turned out like the director said, and he became known as a home wrecker and a mistress, wouldn’t his fans feel embarrassed?


    They might even end up questioning life and the world.


    “Alright, alright, you can’t force fate. With my seasoned judgment, I can see that this girl doesn’t have that kind of feelings for President Zhan, so what’s yours will be yours eventually. Your status as a national heartthrob is your powerful weapon to pursue her. If you ruin yourself now, what will you have topete with President Zhan?”


    Upon hearing this, Cao Feiyu realized the logic in it.


    Small sacrifices could prevent greater disasters; he decided to hold back for now.


    Just as Cao Feiyu was thinking this, Qipei took off his coat and draped it over Qiao Jing.