320: Who Are You?!

Who Are You?!

Zhan Yuheng did not expect for Jing Qian to be the one who would target him. He thought that he had always been nice to her, but when she faced a decision, Jing Qian would stand by Zhan Lichuan without any hesitation.1

Knowing that he was no longer welcome in the room, Zhan Yuheng said in a low tone, "Since Third Brother thinks that I have no right to enquire about your decision, so be it, but if there's any problem with the corporates, I have the right to demand an explanation, since I am one of the shareholders."

When he saw that Zhan Lichuan wasn't going to answer him, Zhan Yuheng continued, "But I do think that you should really rest and not waste so much time on the corporates. Being paralyzed isn't a scary thing since you can still use your brain, but organ failure… That is fatal."

"Don't worry about it. He won't die from it."

Jing Qian was still replying to him with that vicious tone, which caused Zhan Yuheng to be even more angry.

It wasn't only rage; he was also curious.

He was waiting to see how this woman would survive without this man in the near future. He wanted to know if she could still be so arrogant.

He already had his whip and belt ready for her.

Zhan Yuheng looked at Jing Qian with a dangerous, possessive look in his eyes before leaving the room.

"Don't meet with him alone in the future," Zhan Lichuan said, a dark look on his face.

He clearly understood the meaning in Zhan Yuheng's eyes.

Jing Qian gave a small laugh and nodded her head.

Deep inside, however, she was thinking to herself that it was true that she shouldn't be alone with him, since every man who had looked at her with those eyes always ended up in a terrible state.

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Fei Wanling came all the way from Imperial City to H city by plane. That evening, Li Junhao and her decided to stay at the most luxurious seven-star hotel in H City, both in their own, separate rooms.

As for the reason why they didn't share a room, it was mainly because Fei Wanling always maintained the image of a goddess. Even when Zhan Lichuan had turned paralyzed and she chose Li Junhao, she acted cold on the surface but allowed Li Junhao to chase after her.

She knew that if she was someone whom he could get easily, she wouldn't be appreciated.

Therefore, even though they were a couple now, Fei Wanling was still keeping some distance between the two of them.

She wanted to hold him in her arms, but not let him get what he wanted.

At this moment, she had just come out of the shower, having released all the bad emotions inside her. She picked out a clean, tight-fitting dress that brought out her curves as she waited for Li Junhao inside her room.

She opened a bottle of wine and walked around barefoot. She left her hair open, waiting for Li Junhao to come looking for her. Then, they would have a few glasses of wine together and enjoy dinner.

However, despite waiting for a long time, Li Junhao didn't appear.

It was almost 7 when they got to the hotel. She had already finished showering and had been waiting for him for almost an hour. It was already eight thirty, but he was still nowhere to be found.

Fei Wanling was starting to feel hungry, so she decided to give him a call.

No one answered the call.

Fei Wanling was confused. She decided to wait a few minutes before making another call but it was still the same. No one answered the call.

Thinking that Li Junhao may have been caught up with something more important and could be showering right now, she decided to wait another 20 minutes before making another call. To her disappointment, Li Junhao didn't return her call. It was still the same— no one was answering her calls.

In the end, Fei Wanling was done waiting. She used the hotel phone instead, but it was still the same.

As she started becoming worried, thinking that something bad must have happened, she quickly put on her shoes and decided to knock on his door.

As soon as she opened her door, however, she saw two bodyguards standing right in front of her room, giving her a huge shock.

"Who are you?"

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