Two-faced President, So Hard to Placate (32)

Su Qiao ate dinner in her room. She was afraid that seeing that woman, Su Ying, would ruin her appetite.

After dinner, she opened the two large envelopes from the newspaper office that Aunt Liu had brought back today.

Inside was a reply from the newspaper editor, along with a cash check issued by a foreign bank.

In half a month, she had earned six hundred silver dollars.

Two novels, one poetry collection, and four essays—all had been paid at the highest rates.

She was just about to call out Little Four, who was busy writing a novel, to let it celebrate, when the check was suddenly snatched from her hand.

"Your payment arrived?"

"Mm."

Su Qiao glanced out the window. It was only just getting dark. "This early today?"

He tossed the check onto the table, lifted her from the chair in one sweep, and plopped himself down in it. "If I didn't come, my woman would've been stolen away."

His sour words made Su Qiao laugh.

She flopped into his arms and teased him with her eyes. "Who's that bold?"

Zhang Jingchen's face was dark. "What did that idiot come looking for you this afternoon?"

"You didn't know?" Su Qiao was a little surprised, but then she understood.

No wonder Zhang Jingyu had dared to say those things that afternoon.

"Hmph. He actually blocked me." Zhang Jingchen's gaze was sinister.

Su Qiao quickly soothed him. "It was nothing, really. He only said that if anyone dared bully or threaten me, he'd beat them up for me."

The man's expression darkened further, as if storm clouds had gathered over his head. "Don't listen to him."

"That coward may not have much courage, but he's full of malicious ideas. He's trying to drive a wedge between us."

Su Qiao found