Qin Zhe and An Ke’s value has increased ti and again, and both have almost beco well-known popular newcors in the industry. Consequently, her status as an agent has also started to gain significant recognition in the industry. Just today, half of the calls she received were from people who recomnded themselves to her.
However, she turned them all down.
Managing Song Xi alone was enough; she had no imdiate plans to take on any other artists.
As she was engrossed in reading the materials, the bedroom door suddenly burst open. The door slamd against the wall with a loud noise, startling Song Qiao, who was sitting on the bed.
With a hint of unsettled nerves, she looked up and saw the man who had walked in from outside, already slling the strong scent of alcohol in his breath.
Had this man been drinking?
Lu Jingchen loosened his tie, his gaze falling on Song Qiao. With steps that were sowhat staggered and frivolous, he quickly approached the side of the bed.
Song Qiao gazed at the man who was intently looking at her from the side of the bed, and slightly furrowed her brow. She tidied up the materials and script in her hands and put them aside, then looked up at him with a hint of dissatisfaction and said, "You’re drunk, aren’t you? Did you drink a lot?"
Lu Jingchen’s thin lips were tightly sealed, not saying a word. His eyes already had a hint of bloodshot redness. She wasn’t sure if it was due to lack of rest recently, or because he had drunk so much.
Seeing that he just stared at her without speaking, Song Qiao touched her own cheek and asked with a bit of confusion, "Why are you staring at like that? Is there sothing on my face?"
The next second, before she could react, the man pounced on her, pressing her down onto the bed.
"Lu Jingchen, what are you doing?" Song Qiao was startled by his sudden action and scread, "What are you doing? Let go, you reek of alcohol."
The sll of alcohol was all over him, pervading the air around her nostrils and causing her, who already disliked alcohol, to involuntarily frown with displeasure in her tone.
The man restrained her wrists with one hand, pinched her chin with the other, and his legs were pressing down on hers to prevent her from moving.
As if only then catching her words, he leaned in close to breathe on her, "You despise ? Huh?"
His breath was filled with the strong aroma of liquor, particularly as he was blowing intentionally; the overwhelming and offensive sll of alcohol nearly made Song Qiao vomit on the spot.
With an increasingly uneasy expression, she struggled a few tis and, realizing she couldn’t free herself, stopped wasting her strength.
Glaring at the man in front of her, full of dissatisfaction, she said, "You reek of alcohol, it’s disgusting. Who else should I despise if not you? Let go."
"You are my wife; you can’t despise ." The man’s face showed drunken befuddlent, his eyes fixed on her as he leaned down to kiss her chin and lips, his voice tinged with displeasure, "I can despise you, but you can’t despise . Plus, I like you so much, you are not allowed to like other n. Otherwise, I will have soone cripple that man you like, Qiaoqiao, hear that? You’re not allowed to like other n... You can only like ..."
Song Qiao, "..." Was this jerk really drunk or was he feigning drunkenness? It seed like he was pretending to be drunk.
Seeing her not responding, the discontent and displeasure on the man’s face grew more evident; his grip on her chin tightened again as he sternly reminded her, "Qiaoqiao, did you hear ? You’re not allowed to like other n, you can only like ..."
Song Qiao cried out in pain, feeling as though her chin was about to be dislocated by the man, and she was nearly in tears, "Lu Jingchen, you’re hurting ."
Niminy-piminy, why does he always have to pinch her chin? And even if he must, why does he always have to be so forceful about it?
It was as if her chin had offended him, the force so strong it seed he wanted to detach it every ti.
Upon hearing her cry of pain, the man’s hand unconsciously loosened, but he did not let go of her chin imdiately, instead leaning in to kiss her, "You haven’t answered my question just now, Qiaoqiao. You must not dislike and like other n, you can only like , do you hear... otherwise, I will have soone cripple that man you like."
Song Qiao looked at the handso face before her, hearing his seemingly sullen words, and instantly realized he was genuinely drunk.
Otherwise, if Lu Jingchen were sober, how could he talk to her in such a ’spoiled’ tone, repeating that sentence?
Just as she was about to reply, a ringtone suddenly pierced through the quiet of the bedroom.
Song Qiao hastily spoke, "My phone is ringing. Let go, I need to answer the call."
"Don’t answer." However, the man blurted out two words, still pressing down on her, confining her movents, "I don’t want to answer the phone; ignore it."
"Lu Jingchen, if you don’t let go, I’ll stop liking you," Song Qiao bit her teeth and said to him directly.
Upon hearing this, the man, who had been sowhat stubborn, watched her for several seconds and finally obediently released her hand, but he still pressed down on her, not letting her get up.
Song Qiao felt frustrated, as if her breath was stuck in her chest. She took her phone and glanced at the caller ID, only to discover that it was Xi Mohan calling.
She swiped to answer the call and placed it to her ear, and Xi Mohan’s voice ca through from the other end.
"Jingchen drank quite a bit. Cook him so hangover soup, or he’s going to have a headache."
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