Chapter 16 Yao Keyi Comes to Bother Me Again

I bet his expression right now was like he wanted to trample me to death, and the woman he was eating with must have been shocked out of her mind.

But that had nothing to do with me; nothing was more practical than filling my stomach.

I was using the cutlery from my table—he hadn't really touched his, so everything was still clean.

Halfway through the meal, I looked up to find him still standing beside me, watching me, "What do you want? Just spit it out!"

Direct, I liked people who were straightforward.

I first pulled out the invoice and slapped it on the table. He glanced at it, 42.57 yuan.

"You chased me here just for this small amount of money?" he said, unable to believe it.

He was rich, of course, so he didn't think this was real money, but for me, it could be very useful.

He fumbled all over himself and finally told me, "My assistant is at the entrance; you can look for him later."

"No rush." I grinned and showed him the refund slip.

He frowned as he glanced at it, "You returned everything I bought for you and then you ask me for money?"

"Smart," I commended. "You said it yourself, you bought them for me, so I have the right to decide what to do with them. So, I chose to return them, but the refunds went back into your card. Is it Alipay or WeChat?" I picked up my phone, "I'll accommodate you."

He looked at me seriously, without a smile.

Actually, when he wasn't smiling, he had a kind of deterrence that could make one's calves tremble involuntarily.

But mine didn't.

I'm a woman, and he wouldn't hit a woman with his gentlemanly demeanor.

So, I wasn't afraid of him.

He watched me for a moment, then threw a few words at me, "Go find my assistant."

"Sure thing!" I pocketed my phone, stuffed the rest of the quail into my mouth, and walked out of the restaurant, to the waiter's astonishment.

The assistant was in the car outside eating Italian pasta. So this was the treatment for assistants, not allowed to dine in the same restaurant as the boss.

I knocked on the car window, and he rolled it down to look up.

"President Sang must have told you, he owes me money, 69,900.85 yuan, plus 42.57 yuan, altogether 69,942.57 yuan."

The assistant's phone chimed, and he looked down before he understood.

He got out of the car and transferred the money to me.

With so much money, I could show off for a while and take my time finding a job.

But right now, the most urgent thing was to get the abortion done.

I waved my phone at the assistant, "Thanks."

Without looking back, I hailed a taxi.

This was the last time I would seek out Sang Qi, I told myself, from today onwards, whether he was the father of my child or not, I would never look for him again.

I never really planned anything; I just wanted to make things clear and not be confused.

Now, since I couldn't figure it out, I didn't want to entangle myself with Sang Qi anymore.

He probably thought I was just like Yao Keyi and those other women.

He might be handsome and wealthy, but what did that have to do with me?

Not every rich man could make me cling to them; if I had liked rich men from the start, I wouldn't have married He Cong.

I bought lots of snacks and planned to find some shows to binge-watch while eating, just enjoying myself.

But at the villa entrance, I saw Yao Keyi's car.

I turned to slip away when she rushed over, shrieking and grabbing my arm, "Xia Zhi, you vixen!"

Couldn't she come up with a different name every time she saw me? Insulting someone with the same word over and over is so uncreative.

I brushed her hand away, "Miss Yao, are you bored? Am I the only person you know who doesn't have a job and can entertain you all day?"

She was furious and glared at me, "You've been scheming to get close to Sang Qi, don't think I don't know what for!"

What else could it be for?

He's got looks as well as money, he bought me stuff worth 60,000 yuan just a few days after we met.

But I couldn't be bothered to explain it to her, Yao Keyi's probably had one too many plastic surgeries, not all her screws are tight.

I turned to leave, but she forcefully dragged me, and although she wasn't tall, she was strong. She used all her strength to hold me back, and I couldn't pull away from her.

She pulled me in front of her car, then shoved me into it with force, and sat down in the driver's seat herself, locking all the doors and windows.

Because I was pregnant, I instinctively held back a bit and didn't resist her too much.

She started the car, and I hugged my snacks, watching her, "Where to?"

"I'm going to expose your true face to Sang Qi!"

What true face do I have for her to expose? Ridiculous.

I tore open a packet of chips and crunched away, "Sang Qi has so many beauties around him, why pick on me? Miss Yao, you've got the wrong person!"

"Don't try to change the subject!" Yao Keyi glanced at me while driving, "There might be plenty of beauties around Sang Qi, but none as cunning as you!"

Cunning? Alright, if that's how she wants to analyze it.

Yao Keyi drove to the base of Dayu's building, then got out of the car, all worked up.

I grabbed her, "He has a meeting this afternoon."

"What?" She stared at me.

"I mean, he's not in the office, he's at the Convention and Exhibition Center."

She was completely dumbfounded, "What should we do now?"

"The only option is to ambush him at the Convention and Exhibition Center." Here I was, her kidnapped victim, and I had to come up with suggestions for her.

Without a second thought, she turned the car around, which surprisingly showed a level of trust in me that was quite astonishing.

Does this woman have no brain? What if I was lying to her?

She drove to the Convention and Exhibition Center, dragging me inside, and was about to rush in.

"Miss Yao, even if you're trying to snag a man, you should at least use your brain a bit, right?" I sighed and pointed at the digital display on the hall wall, "Dayu Company, 2:45 to 4:30 PM, third-floor central projection meeting hall. He's in a meeting right now, do you want us to get thrown out by security?"

She stopped in her tracks, looking somewhat at a loss.

"Really?"

"If you don't believe me, go check yourself; I'm not going up." I sat down on a sofa in the resting area.

She also sat down, taking the seat opposite me.

Truth be told, I could probably kick her over and make a run for it. I learned to run fast when I was a reporter—I feared being too slow might get me beaten to death.

But I didn't run. I was free anyway, and I wanted to see how she was planning to peel off my "The Painted Skin" in front of Sang Qi.

Being bored, watching the drama unfold was interesting enough for me.

I played with my phone while she touched up her makeup. As I watched her layer on mascara, I wondered aloud, "Why do you need to apply so many layers?"

"Mind your own business!" She shot me a glare and continued her application.

Suddenly, she leaned over toward me, nearly bumping into me, "You're not wearing makeup?"

"Yeah!" Was it so strange that I wasn't wearing makeup? I generally didn't wear much, except for last night.

"You're lying!" She gritted her teeth, "You must have applied a Korean nude makeup; how else could your skin be so good?"

Just so happened I had wet wipes in my bag. I scrubbed hard and then showed her the pristine wet wipe, "See, no makeup, right?"