Chapter 13 Did You Guys Slept Together?

• She did not bother to hide, but admitted magnanimously instead, "Correct, it was me. Ning Jing, this was only a warning."
• I grabbed her shoulders in hate and questioned sternly, "Have you gone mad? You almost killed Cheng Xi! What has she done to you?! Song Meiqian, you're terrifying!"
• She gently pulled my hands away from her shoulders, in a sweet smile. "It wasn't me. It was you who did that her. If you were as quick to sign the divorce papers as you were moving out, I wouldn’t have to do this."
• I really wanted to tear her nauseating face to shreds. My fists were tightly clenched. I reminded her, stressing each word, "Song Meiqian, you're shameless! That's my house—since I could move out, I could move back in any moment!"
• Her expression dimmed. "What do you mean?"
• My rage surged and churned inside my chest. Even my voice was suffused with hate, "What? Do I still have to give prior notice to the mistress before going back to my own house?"
• I deliberately stressed on the term "mistress", for her to be clear about the position that she’s in.
• As I watched her expression gradually turning sinister, there was an unexpectedly trace of delight in me.
• Upon returning to the hotel, I threw all of my stuff into my suitcase and immediately took a taxi back home.
• Under Mrs. He's surprised gaze, I dragged my suitcase, going back straight to the master bedroom.
• Since moving out would not guarantee tranquility, then I had no need to back down.
• In the early morning of the next day, soft and obscure noises came from the door. I had not been able to sleep well these days—even a tiny bit of movement or noise would wake me up.
• Cheng Jinghao was a bit stunned to see me lying in bed. "You've moved back in?"
• I rubbed my eyes and sneered at him, "Are you disappointed that the one lying here isn't Song Meiqian?"
• I couldn’t bear to imagine about what he and Song Meiqian had done under one roof.
• The thought about it instantly triggered jealousy.
• He might have spent the night at the hospital. The exhaustion on his face was very apparent. He did not bother to explain anything to me. He just took some clothes from the wardrobe and went straight to the bathroom for a shower.
• Looking at the clock, it was also time for me to get up and prepare myself for work. When I was about to leave after breakfast, Cheng Jinghao stopped me.
• He fumbled inside his pocket with one hand, took out a car key and walked towards the door. "I'll drop you off at the office."
• I wanted to refuse, but when I saw Song Meiqian's hate-filled gaze, I changed my mind. "Okay."
• I quickly followed behind him and got into the passenger seat at the front.
• As I watched the heavy traffic outside of the window, I suddenly recalled the matter last night. I asked, "Have they found who tampered with Xixi's car?"
• I did not dare to tell him directly that it was Song Meiqian who did it. Without any evidence, he would only see me to be slandering his sweetheart.
• He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Not yet. The place Xixi parked her car last night was a blind spot in the surveillance."
• "I see..."
• I could not help but feeling frustrated. As it turned out, Song Meiqian had took this into consideration long before.
• Afterwards, we spent the rest of the trip in silence. The atmosphere was suffused with a hint of indescribable dreariness.
• When I was gettiing off the car, he finally spoke, "Ning Jing, how about you resign? If you want to work, I can arrange a position for you in Dongchen."
• I was utterly baffled. "Why?" I asked.
• He turned his head and looked outside the window, muttering, "Never mind—forget about it. I'll pick you up after work."
• I looked at him in astonishment and refused directly, "There's no need. My car's in the company."
• His abrupt act caused me to be a little absent-minded all day long.
• I reprimanded myself for still being hopeful. I had been hurt by him thousands of times, but my heart would still be easily affected by his acts and words.
• When it was nearly the time to get off work, my colleague, Chen Yun, rushed over joyfully, informing me that the department calls for a dinner tonight and that several leaders would participate so no one should be absent.
• I could only say yes. A group of people streaming into the restaurant that had been booked in advance. Rounds of toasts were unavoidable. Meng Kai drank a lot. He went out for a breather in midst of it.
• Just after he left, a colleague next to me pushed my arms. "You better go and look after him. Mr. Meng drank a bit too much."
• I had no other choice. The moment I went out of the private room, I saw Meng Kai stumbling and almost knocking into somebody. I hastily jogged over to help him up. "Mr. Meng, how about we look for a place for you to sit?"
• He had his arm over my shoulders. The reek of alcohol in between his breaths was heavy. "Okay," he said.
• I helped him to onto a chair as we arrived at the rooftop garden of the restaurant. I was going to let go of him, but he suddenly held onto my hand.
• Meng Kai was gripping my wrist tightly. The rims of his eyes were red. "Ning Jing, I..."
• "Mr. Meng!"
• I struggled hard to free my hand, but he did not budge. For an instant, there was clarity in his eyes. He chuckled softly, "I’ve seriously... seriously considered courting you."
• I stared at him in astonishment. It took me a long time to squeeze out one sentence, "You're drunk."
• Meng Kai leaned back against the chair then raised his head to look at me. "Ning Jing, you know better than anyone—Cheng Jinghao doesn't love you."
• This sentence pierced straight into the depths of my heart. He did not love me. It was so obvious that even an outsider could tell.
• I controlled my emotions and was about to speak. However, my wrist was tugged hard by someone. I lost my footing and crashed into a warm, hard chest.
• A familiar scent enveloped me. I raised my head and confirmed it was Cheng Jinghao, I said with a frown, "Why are you here?"
• Cheng Jinghao's gaze looked venomous. His lower jaw was turgid. "I couldn’t tell—Mr. Meng has the hobby of meddling in other people's marriage?"
• I promptly explained, "He's drank a little too much."
• Meng Kai smirked, "Mr. Cheng, did I say anything wrong? If you love her, would you have kept your marriage a secret for four years?"
• His question made me nervous.
• I really wished I could hear a denial. However, this wish would most never be fulfilled in this lifetime.
• Cheng Jinghao's voice was cold. He spoke, and each word tinted with notes of warning, "Meng Kai, this has absolutely nothing to do with you. It's best for you to not tamper with my belongings."
• As he finished speaking, he locked his slender hand on to my waist and strode towards the elevator.
• Him being so tall. It was a bit hard for me to keep up with his pace. By the time we entered the elevator, I was already gasping for breath.
• He stared unwaveringly at me. A thread of anger was etched to his thin lips that were tightly pursed. "This is what you mean when you said you didn't need me to pick you up, that you'd go home on your own?"
• I lowered my gaze while trying to catch my breath. "The company held a dinner tonight—it isn't appropriate if I don't attend."
• I’ve participated in business meals in the past too. The only thing different was that this time, I did not text him in advance to inform him.
• The elevator went directly to the first floor, then he dragged me out by my wrist. Each of his movement suffused with anger. He simply did not bother if I could keep up with him or not.
• My anger flared up too. "Cheng Jinghao, what is your absurd anger about?"
• Without heeding what I said, he stopped next to his car and opened the front door as he commanded gloomily, "Get in."
• I shot him a glare then got into the car. Just after I put on my seat belt, the car sped away. The speed raced straight to the maximum.
• I grasped my seatbelt in fear. "Whats wrong with you?!”
• He continued ignoring me. His whole body seeming to emit chilly air. He was reckless and cared about nothing—it was as if he was venting.
• I completely could not understand why, he was always calm and composed, what’s with the sudden anger?
• I carefully recalled the scene at the restaurant just now. It didn’t seem like Meng Kai said anything outrageous.
• The only thing over the line was also a fact—he did not love me.
• Even I wasn’t angry, what could he be mad abo9ut?
• Nevertheless, it was unsuitable for me to maintain a superior-subordinate relationship with Meng Kai. I took out my cell phone and sent him a notification for my resignation.
• Just after I sent the notification, Cheng Jinghao stepped on the brake suddenly. The friction between the wheels and the ground made an ear-piercing noise, as the car stopped steadily at the gate of our house.
• He made another command, "Get off the car."
• I did not budge but turned to look at him. "Can't you just speak properly if you have something to say?"
• There wasn’t even a sliver of warmth in his gaze. He sneered, "Ning Jing, what’s going on between you and him?"
• I was a bit dumbfounded. "What?"
• The next second, he suddenly turned his body and lunged over. He trapped me with one hand and used another to recline the back of the seat. Scorching-hot breaths surrounded my ears. "I said—have you slept with Meng Kai?"
• I felt a burst of bitterness surging. My vision suddenly became blurry.
• I could have dug out my heart for him if he asked, but just because of a couple of drunken words from Meng Kai, he suspected that I slept with him...
• He pulled open the zipper of my skirt with one hand. The temperature of his hands scalding-hot. His movements were urgent and forceful.
• I resisted him furiously and cursed, "You’re crazy! Him and I are colleagues! Let go of me!"
• I was both anxious and angry. Not only did he not let go, he started kissing me in a way that tolerated no resistance. Our lips and tongues intertwined more tyrannically than ever.
• "Let go? Then tell me, what did you guys do on your half a month business trip? When you came back, you two were hugging in front of the Cheng's house—what was that all about?"
• He bit and nibbled on my collarbone. The tone he used to question me sounded thirsty and dangerous. His scalding-hot breaths were all over my skin.
• My body was so weak that it did not feel like my own. His violent question once again rang in my ears, "Answer me—what's going on between you two?"
• I clenched my fists tightly and sneered, "Since you wouldn’t believe me, why would you ask?"
• He seemed to be enraged by what I said. His hands held on to my waist and he pressed onto me harder .
• I could clearly feel the hardness pressing against my underbelly, causing me to feel so anxious that I cried and blurted out, "Cheng Jinghao, you bastard! I don't like you touching me!"