The lively atmosphere in front of Room 886 did not stop him from moving.
Without even glancing, he walked straight ahead.
But then, he heard a familiar voice: “Hey!
Gentlemen should use words, not hands.
Let go of my hair~”
His steps faltered, and he turned around in surprise.
Seeing the scene inside, his face quickly darkened like a stormy sea.
His eyes, deep as a pond, brewed a furious storm.
Inside the room, Jiajia had grabbed Qiaoqiao’s hair, her face murderous as she stared at her, “Cut the nonsense!
You dare snatch my man, I’ll beat you to death, home wrecker!”
Once she finished her sentence, her hand flew towards Qiaoqiao’s face!
Xu Mushen’s pupils shrank.
Subconsciously, he sprinted towards the room, but then, there was a dramatic change!
The woman who was previously at Jiajia’s mercy smartly swung her head and banged it into Jiajia’s stomach.
Taking hold of Jiajia’s hand, a little force was all it took for Jiajia to let go.
And then…
“Slap!”
A fierce slap from Qiaoqiao hit Jiajia’s face.
Jiajia staggered backward.
The slap left a visible mark on her face, instantly swelling red.
Xu Mushen halted, raising an eyebrow.
Jiajia was stupefied and couldn’t believe what just happened to her.
It took her a moment before she screamed, “You, you dare hit me?”
Qiaoqiao coldly snorted and dusted off her hands.
She had long wanted to hit someone!
But she had refrained, only because Mr.
Jin was her client.
Now…
She curled her lips, “Didn’t you say, beat the mistress?”
Jiajia choked, “You…!”
“Who do you think you are?
You’re nothing but a passed-over mistress to Mr.
Jin!
Do you think you’re that important?”
Jiajia trembled with anger, “What did you just say?!
My relationship with Jin is real love!”
Uncle?
Is this how she addresses Mr.
Jin?
This woman has been watching too many Korean dramas!
Qiaoqiao shrugged and vomited out a sentence that even made her nauseous: “But now, big bro likes me.”
Jiajia scoffed, “That’s impossible!” Her eyes widened, her body trembling, and her entire demeanor changed from the previous violent rage to an innocent flower buffeted by storms.
Qiaoqiao spoke without any courtesy, “What’s impossible?
I’m prettier than you, younger than you, and have a better figure and temperament.
He said that you don’t even compare to my pinky finger!”
“I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it!” Jiajia cried out, covering her face and starting to sob.
Qiaoqiao sneered, took out a tissue from the table, and handed it to her mockingly, “Miss Jiajia, you should learn to respect reality.
It’s not your fault that you’re getting old and losing your allure, but not recognizing this fact is your mistake.”
Jiajia paused her crying, then turned around and ran away, still sobbing.
Qiaoqiao laughed and waved at the onlookers outside, “Move along, guys!
Nothing to see here.”
Then she closed the door.
After closing the door, she turned around, her expression instantly turning serious.
Mr.
Jin looked at her in puzzlement.
He hadn’t come back to his senses this whole time.
He asked with confusion, “How did Jiajia know we were here?
Did you tell her?”
How would she know!
But Qiaoqiao pretended to keep her calm, looking at the dumbfounded Mr.
Jin, and said, “Because, this is step two of our plan.”