Two-faced President, So Hard to Placate (18)

She slowly lowered her eyes again, deliberately pretending to think it over before finally nodding. "I agree to let her into the family."

Her voice was neither loud nor soft, neither hurried nor slow. It was gentle, with a hint of huskiness and a magnetic quality.

Zhang Jingyu felt as if a feather had lightly brushed over his heart, sending a faint itch spreading through every limb.

Although he could not make out Su Qiao's features, just those innocent yet faintly alluring eyes and that pleasant, enticing voice were enough to make anyone linger.

"Mm, I understand." Zhang Jingyu lowered his eyes, concealing the brief loss of composure within them.

Then he looked up again and turned coldly toward the other two. "Since she has already taken a step back, then you..."

Zhang Ruohan glared fiercely at Su Qiao before abruptly standing up. "I disagree!"

He gripped Qiu Ci's hand tightly, soothing her unease, and declared forcefully, "I absolutely will not wrong Qiu Ci. I love her, so I have to give her the best."

Without waiting for his elder brother to reply, he glared viciously at Su Qiao.

"What are you supposed to be? You're not even worthy of putting shoes on Qiu Ci, yet you actually dream of stepping on her head. Keep dreaming!"

"If you know what's good for you, sign the divorce papers obediently and get out of the Zhang family. Otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless."

Smack!

Zhang Jingyu slammed his hand heavily onto the table, his gaze dark. "How dare you! Your engagement to her was personally arranged by Father. You should know why."

Zhang Ruohan pounded his chest angrily. "Father repaid a debt of gratitude, but what about me? Have any of you ever considered my feelings?"

"I'm a person. I have