1 Qin Qiao VS Zhan Qing

Freedom Nation.

A certain hotel somewhere.

Qin Qiao was kneeling on the carpet while wrapping the corset strings she was holding around her body.

Her moist eyes were dark with anger as she stared at the man who was deeply asleep on the bed. He was Zhan Qing.

He was the most powerful man in Y City and was nicknamed 'Ninth Master.' And moments earlier, he slept with her…

Qin Qiao's originally kempt short hair was in a mess now.

She was both angry and depressed at having slept with Zhan Qing, who was usually cold and spoke little and made others tremble from fear when he did.

She had actually won by sleeping with the man that every woman wanted to sleep with.

However, she would rather not win anything at all…

Anger rose within Qin Qiao once more and tears started to moist her eyes.

Her handsome-looking face was flushed.

However, she still couldn't do anything to Zhan Qing.

Because she cannot let Zhan Qing find out that she was a female passing off as a male before she got what she wanted.

If not, she would be letting down on the years she spent acting as a weak fool in the Zhan family.

Qin Qiao continued to stare at the man on the bed. She really wanted to kick him several times.

However, she had to admit that even if Zhan Qing was drunk, she would never be his opponent. Not even a chance.

When Qin Qiao picked up her t-shirt, she grabbed Zhan Qing's shirt as well.

In an angry fit, she threw the shirt on the floor and stomped on it several times.

She needed to leave before Zhan Qing woke up.

She can never let him find out that he had slept with her.

When Zhan Qing woke up, his head throbbed from being hungover. He had drunk more than he usually did during his friends' gathering last night, so he was rather passed out drunk.

However, he still had an inkling that he had slept with a woman.

Staring at the mess on the bed, Zhan Qing narrowed his black gem-like eyes.

It was an interesting woman. She dared to run after sleeping with him, so she must be seeking death.

Zhan Residence.

With a wave of sharp and dark anger surrounding him, Zhan Qing asked as he walked, "Where is Qin Qiao?"

Uncle Tong, who had been following behind him, politely replied, "Young Master Qin is in his room."

With his long legs, Zhan Qing walked up the stairs with easy steps and arrived before Qin Qiao's bedroom door. He pushed it, but it didn't budge open.

Uncle Tong instantly took out his set of keys and opened the door, he then moved to the side.

"His school informed me that it had been three days since he had ceased going to school. Why didn't you tell me about it?"

Zhan Qing's voice was very cold and it was easy to tell that he was trying to control his anger.

Noting Zhan Qing's expression, Uncle Tong knew that the Ninth Master was angry.

Uncle Tong liked Qin Qiao a lot. The house was too quiet before Qin Qiao had moved in and her arrival made the house a lot more lively.

"Young Master Qin said that he didn't feel well and didn't want to go to school…"

"He's already twenty years old and not eight. Does he think he can just not go to school just because he doesn't feel well? If something like this happens again, I'll punish you as well."

Zhan Qing pushed the door open and his extremely overbearing tone of voice rang around. His exquisite and handsome face exuded a wildness similar to that of a wolf.

"Yes, Ninth Master," replied Uncle Tong in panic and trepidation, and then he bowed his head in fear afterward.

In the bathroom.

Qin Qiao reached out to wipe the mirror. Her face was slightly flushed.

She then moved to caress her neck and touched the fake Adam's apple she had just stuck on. She furrowed her eyebrows a little.

She tugged down the corset hanging on the rack before she tied it around her body in a skillful way.

The marks on her had already faded away, but they still remained in her mind to remind her about what had happened in the hotel a few days ago.

Suddenly, Qin Qiao heard the sound of the door being opened and that made her freeze in her tracks. She remembered that she locked her door earlier on.

The overly careful life Qin Qiao had lived from dressing as a male made her hearing more sensitive than normal people.

Ever since she moved in, she had been extremely careful, afraid that someone might find out about her secret.

She had rushed the way she wrapped the corset strings around her chest, and the more panicked she was, the worse she tied it around her.

Since she had just taken a shower, the ends of her short brown hair still dripped with water.