"That's none of your business."
Song Yaqin's voice was choked with emotion. She sniffed and forcefully pried away the hand around her waist.
Jun Ting naturally refused to let go.
He shamelessly said, "You're my fiancée. You'll soon become my wife—the person I'll spend the rest of my life with. How could I not care about you?"
"Besides, if something really happened to you, I wouldn't know how to explain it to Uncle Song and Aunt Song."
Song Yaqin's eyes were red. She shouted angrily, "You don't need to explain anything! If you want to meddle, go meddle with your Su Qiao!"
"I already told you, I really don't feel anything for her. Why won't you believe me?"
Jun Ting felt a headache coming on.
If he had known this would happen, he never would have provoked Su Qiao.
In the end, he hadn't gained any advantage. Instead, he had gotten himself into a mess and even taken a vicious beating from that wretched woman, Su Qiao.
Whenever he thought of Su Qiao, Jun Ting felt pain all over and ground his teeth in anger.
"How about this? As soon as I get back, I'll terminate her contract and fire her. How does that sound?"
Song Yaqin wiped away a tear and said resentfully, "Do whatever you want. Whether you fire her or not is your business."
Jun Ting knew she was angry, so he continued coaxing her patiently. "Not only will I fire her, I'll also guarantee that I'll never see her again or have anything to do with her. Is that okay?"
In any case, all he felt toward that woman, Su Qiao, now was disgust.
"Yaqin, be good and stop making a fuss. This place is dangerous. If you want to hit or scold me, wait until