After the betrothal gift negotiation collapsed, I turned around and married a wealthy man.

Qin Ce looked at her for a long time, which made Qiao Xing feel scared.

He suddenly asked, "In what capacity should I buy it for you?"

This question stopped Qiao Xing, and she couldn't answer it for a long time.

Qin Ce leaned back on the sofa and looked at her quietly, as if he would not help if she didn't answer.

Qiao Xing stood in front of him, like a student facing a teacher. She lowered her head and hesitated for a long time before speaking a few words.

"Friends... that's fine too."

When Qin Ce heard these words, he sneered, "Friend? Who wants to be friends with you?"

Qiao Xing was stunned for a moment and looked up at the man.

He said calmly, "If you were a friend, you would have been thrown out by me if you were dressed like this in front of me."

Qiao Xing lowered his head in confusion again.

She didn't know what to say either.

After a moment of silence, the atmosphere became increasingly awkward. Qiao Xing silently walked aside. There was a single sofa by the window.

She took her mobile phone and sent a message to Bai Yi.

She wanted Bai Yi to send her a set of clothes, but Bai Yi didn't refuse and asked her which room she was in.

Qiao Xing turned around and glanced at Qin Ce over there.

Qin Ce was also looking at her. She turned around and met Qin Ce's gaze. Qiao Xing asked guiltily, "Which room is this?"

Qin Ce said nothing, obviously not planning to tell her.

Qiao Xing is now more and more suspicious that he did it on purpose just to lock her here.

She suddenly became angry, put down her phone and stood up suddenly. She walked towards the door to see the house number.

Qiao Xing came to the door of the room. As soon as he grabbed the door handle, a slender hand suddenly stretched out from his body and pressed the door.

She looked back at Qin Ce behind her, "What are you doing?"

Qin Ce leaned against the door and looked down at her, with a dangerous aura in his deep eyes.

"Is that why you want to divorce me?"

Qiao Xing's heart skipped two beats, and her expression became complicated, "Qin Ce, we..."

Qin Ce interrupted her, "Don't talk about the status gap, give me a reason that is reasonable and acceptable to me."

Qiao Xing opened his mouth but was speechless.

Apart from this reason, she could not find any other reason.

He was so outstanding that no one could match him. This reason alone was enough to make her feel so inferior that she couldn't hold her head up.

"Unable to speak?"

Qiao Xing pursed her lips tightly, she really couldn't say anything.

Qin Ce touched her cheek with his fingers, "Stop it, I lied to you and I apologize to you. I can do whatever you ask me to do. Don't always talk about divorce. Don't ignore me, okay?"

Qiao Xing held the bath towel with her fingers, squeezing it tighter and tighter.

He leaned forward slightly, approached Qiao Xing, and whispered: "Didn't you also say that you can't miss the present thing because of uncertain factors in the future?"

"This is different." Qiao Xing turned her head away, avoiding the breath he sent her, "The uncertainty I mentioned at the beginning is now."

Qin Ce frowned. He turned Qiao Xing's face over and forced her to look at him.

There was anger dancing in his dark eyes.

Qiao Xing's back felt a little numb, and there was always a sign of a storm coming.

"Let me go!" She pushed Qin Ce, but instead of pushing, he clamped her wrist.

He pinched Qiao Xing's wrist and pressed it against the door. He said in a deep voice, "What exactly do you want me to do?"

"Qin Ce, I've made it very clear. You don't have to do anything. Just go back and think about it. We are simply not...suitable."

Qiao Xing also tried to persuade him, but she didn't say a word, and his eyes became darker and darker, so that Qiao Xing lost his voice at the end.

"Where did you draw that conclusion?"

Qiao Xing was stunned, "What?"

"It's inappropriate. Who told you? Or did you predict what will happen in the future?"

"Isn't it already obvious..."

Qin Ce suddenly pinched her cheek to stop her from speaking. His hands were big and Qiao Xing's face was small, so he pinched her into a bun.

"Stop talking, you don't want to hear it."

Qiao Xing stared at him, turned his head and struggled twice, "Let me go!"

She couldn't stand him moving his hands and feet, so she raised her remaining hand to push him.

He leaned close to her face and whispered: "Stop making trouble, okay?"

His voice was very soft, as if coaxing a child, and he kissed the corner of her lips.

Qiao Xing tilted his head and avoided, "It's my turn to tell you this. Stop making trouble and let me go!"

She has no clothes to wear now, and she doesn't even have the confidence to speak.

Qin Ce laughed angrily, "Am I making trouble?"

Qiao Xing glared at him, but before she could speak, Qin Ce suddenly grabbed her chin and kissed her involuntarily.

Qiao Xing froze, and by the time he reacted, he had already captured the city.

She tried her best to push him away for a long time.

Qiao Xing was so angry that she opened her mouth and bit his lip.

The man paused, then raised his eyelids and stared at Qiao Xing. Their eyes met, and they both saw the anger dancing in each other's eyes.

In addition to anger, Qin Ce's eyes were also a bit frightening.

Qiao Xing's heart suddenly lifted.

The next second, he grabbed the back of Qiao Xing's head and continued to deepen the kiss.

With his other hand, he pulled off her bath towel. A cold feeling hit her, and Qiao Xing's eyes suddenly widened.

His big hands roamed her body, and his rough fingertips slid across her skin, making Qiao Xing tremble.

Realizing that his hand was getting lower and lower, Qiao Xing became anxious and struggled desperately.

The air in her lungs was getting less and less, Qiao Xing's head was a little dizzy, and her struggles became insignificant.

Just when Qiao Xing felt like she was about to suffocate to death, Qin Ce let go of her, but not completely. He followed her chin and kissed all the way to her neck.

When he went down further, Qiao Xing didn't know where he got the strength and used all his strength to push him away.

Then he raised his hand and landed on his face.

"Snapped--"

A loud slap sounded, echoing in the room for a long time.

Qin Ce stood in front of her. He stared at Qiao Xing, and five red marks quickly appeared on his face.

Qiao Xing bent down to pick up the towel and put it in front of his chest, glaring at Qin Ce with red eyes.

Seeing the tears in her eyes, Qin Ce also realized that he had gone too far. He was silent for a moment, put away all the emotions on his face, and returned to normal.

"I'm going to buy you clothes."

After saying that, he pushed Qiao Xing aside, opened the door and walked out.

After closing the door, Qiao Xing leaned against the door, her legs trembling. She was a little unsteady and slid along the door to sit on the ground.

She closed her eyes and gasped with fear.

After Qin Ce went downstairs, he met Qin Yi and Yang Han coming in from the outside.

The three of them met each other. Yang Han was just about to say hello to him when he suddenly noticed the slap marks on his face and his expression was a little strange. He guessed it, but he didn't dare to ask.

Qin Yi didn't realize the seriousness of the problem and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with your face?"

Qin Yi wore a mask and a hat and covered himself tightly. No one knew it was him without making a sound.

Qin Ce glanced at him coolly.

"Who was beaten?" Qin Yi asked without fear of death. He only felt shocked because he couldn't think of anyone who dared to beat his elder brother.

Yang Han kept winking at him, but it was a pity that Qin Yi didn't see it.

"It's really unreasonable. Who hit me, brother? I'll go find him to settle the score!"