Two-faced President, So Hard to Placate (14)

She gave him an unapologetic glare. "Then I saved you tonight and became your lifesaver. Why should I listen to you instead of you listening to me?"

And right off the bat, he had said something like, "You're mine now." Did he think he was the emperor, able to claim anyone he took a fancy to?

Seeing how casual she was, not the least bit nervous or shrieking like an ordinary woman, Zhang Jingchen liked her even more.

The corners of his lips lifted, his expression bright and carefree. "Of course, because... I want to."

"Hmph, I don't want to." I knew this man wouldn't have any good reason.

The arm around her waist tightened. "Then I'll expose your true identity and tell everyone about how you profited from the chaos tonight."

"How do you know?"

Su Qiao froze. "Were you following me?"

But she had been watching her back the entire time and hadn't noticed anyone at all.

Zhang Jingchen's smile grew even more smug. "See? Didn't you just say it yourself?"

"..." Despicable. You sly old fox. What an infuriating man.

Su Qiao was so angry that she glared at him, grinding her teeth.

This bastard—if he went one day without a beating, he would climb onto the roof and tear it apart. He had actually tricked her into revealing that.

Zhang Jingchen pinched her chin and carefully examined her palm-sized face, looking increasingly satisfied. "Even when you're angry, you're beautiful."

"Back off. Don't forget, I'm your younger brother's wife."

Su Qiao got angry, pushed him away, and stood up. She walked over to the desk, putting as much distance between them as possible.

The man's face, which had been bright and carefree moments ago, instantly turned gloomy and impatient. "Hmph, what does any of that have to