34 Competing to Confess to Qiao Jing

As soon as the little boy spoke, the surroundings fell into an astonished silence.

None of them could believe what they had just heard.

Zhan Qipei, being extremely tall and imposing, felt flabbergasted. First, Zhan Ruiting, then Lu Zijin, and now even a young child was coveting his wife? Was he cursed to have his wife sought after by everyone?

But it didn't end there. An old man in his seventies or eighties approached and addressed the little boy, "You're too young. When you grow up, she'll be long married."

The old man then turned to Qiao Jing with a kind expression and said, "Child, once you get divorced, do you have time to go on a date with my grandson? He's good-looking and honest, a good man who values family."

Another one!

Zhan Qipei couldn't take it anymore and stepped forward to stand beside Qiao Jing. He addressed the old man, "Old Master Fang, you should at least wait until she gets a divorce before making such suggestions."

Old Master Fang stroked his beard and replied, "Alright, we'll wait for your divorce then."

"Darn! Scheming vixen!" A girl in a yellow evening gown cursed fiercely.

Hearing this, Lou Xinrou looked at the girl. It was Chen Qianqian, who had been pursuing Old Master Fang's grandson. Lou Xinrou's eyes narrowed as an idea struck her.

She went over to Chen Qianqian and deliberately spoke loud enough for others to hear, "Qiao Jing is so beautiful, and she seems to have caught Old Master Fang's attention. With Qiao Jing getting divorced in 80 days, she might end up meeting Fang Hong through Old Master Fang's arrangement."

Chen Qianqian was furious and vehemently denied, "That can't be true! Fang Hong is not that kind of person!"

Lou Xinrou continued, "True, Fang Hong is honest, but what if Qiao Jing were to use some tricks to enchant him? A minx like Qiao Jing can easily captivate someone like Fang Hong."

Chen Qianqian grew even more anxious and vehemently protested, "Impossible! Fang Hong is not like that!"

"But Fang Hong is an honest man. What if Qiao Jing adds something to his drink? Regardless of his feelings, he might feel obliged to take responsibility," Lou Xinrou insinuated.

As Lou Xinrou continued speaking, Chen Qianqian grew increasingly anxious. Her gaze towards Qiao Jing turned even more intense, filled with jealousy and resentment.

She was determined not to let this slide.

With a glass of red wine in hand, Chen Qianqian approached Qiao Jing. She stared at Qiao Jing's radiant and beautiful face, feeling even more envious.

Meanwhile, Qiao Jing was casually helping herself to a plate of food she liked. She never worried about gaining weight because of a special lipid-lowering tea she drank before bedtime. The tea not only tasted good but also showed its effect on her figure.

With a glass of red wine in her hand, Chen Qianqian approached Qiao Jing, glaring with envy and resentment.

As Qiao Jing focused on picking up her food, Chen Qianqian suddenly bumped into her.

Although Qiao Jing swiftly dodged, the impact still caused her to stumble and drop the plate she held in her hand.

A loud crash echoed through the hall.

"Don't you watch where you're walking? Don't you have eyes?" Chen Qianqian yelled, pointing an accusing finger at Qiao Jing.

Zhan Qipei, who had been chatting with friends, swiftly turned his head at the sound of the commotion. Seeing Chen Qianqian aggressively confronting Qiao Jing, a cold glint flashed in his dark eyes.

Qiao Jing glanced at the broken plate on the ground and her expression turned cold. "Say that again? Who bumped into whom?"

"What do you mean? You want to deny it now? Humph! Do you think you can get away with it just because there are no surveillance cameras here?" Chen Qianqian retorted.

Qiao Jing finally understood why Chen Qianqian was so brazen in finding fault with her. There were no surveillance cameras to record the incident.

"Hey! Where's my bracelet?" Chen Qianqian exclaimed and then suddenly shifted her accusing gaze to Qiao Jing. "So you deliberately bumped into me to steal my bracelet, huh? Give it back!"

Chen Qianqian intentionally raised her voice to attract more attention from the crowd.

"She's so beautiful. I never expected her to be a thief."

"Exactly! Probably from some rural area. No wonder she has such bad intentions."

The onlookers began to gossip and point fingers.

Lou Xinrou, hidden in the crowd, watched with excitement. Perfect!

Zhan Qipei lost interest in chatting with his friends.

"I doubt she'd steal anything. My brother has better taste than that," Lu Zijiao intervened, believing it was a misunderstanding.

Zhan Qipei shot a glare at Lu Zijiao before focusing on Qiao Jing again.

Qiao Jing maintained her usual indifferent expression, unaffected by the harsh words of strangers.

"Do you have evidence?" Qiao Jing calmly asked.

"What evidence do I need? My bracelet disappeared when you bumped into me just now. If it wasn't you, then who?" Chen Qianqian retorted. Her eyes then shifted downwards, landing on the bag hanging from Qiao Jing's wrist.

"You must have hidden it in your bag. Hand it over! Let me check. If I'm wrong, I'll apologize to you loudly."

Qiao Jing lowered her head to look at her bag. Chen Qianqian sounded so sure that she must have slyly slipped the bracelet into Qiao Jing's bag when they collided.

Upon careful recollection, Qiao Jing realized that her bag did seem to have been tampered with.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Feeling guilty now that I've exposed you?" Chen Qianqian taunted, feeling triumphant and eager to see Qiao Jing squirm in embarrassment.

Her motive for doing this was straightforward — she wanted to tarnish Qiao Jing's reputation by painting her as a thief with dirty intentions, despite her good looks and her position as the Zhan Family's Young Madam in name. This way, she could ruin Qiao Jing's standing and even prevent any potential matchmaking with Fang Hong, an idea that pleased her immensely.

"You accuse me of stealing, but who here witnessed it? Moreover, this is my bag. You're not a police officer, so what right do you have to search it?" Qiao Jing firmly asserted. She was confident in her ability to extricate herself from this situation and even retaliate if needed.

Zhan Qipei approached and reached out for Qiao Jing's bag. She frowned, suspicious of his intentions. Was he deliberately helping Chen Qianqian to humiliate her, just to expedite their divorce? Such childish behavior. Even if Zhan Qipei suspected her of theft, Qiao Jing knew that Zhan Yuanshan would never believe such baseless accusations, making the divorce out of reach regardless.

The thought of enduring 80 more days of this ordeal was unbearable. Did she have to endure humiliation until the end?

Qiao Jing's gaze turned cold as she stared at Zhan Qipei.

"Perfect! CEO Zhan, it's great that you're here to check!" Chen Qianqian gloated.

Zhan Qipei's marriage was widely known in the capital. On their wedding day, he had nearly killed Qiao Jing. While it was later labeled a misunderstanding, doubts lingered. After all, Zhan Qipei was the wealthiest man in the Imperial Capital, and he never so much as batted an eyelid at the many socialites and talented women in the capital. Rumors suggested that the car accident might have been intentional.

Thus, Chen Qianqian believed Zhan Qipei's interference aimed to expedite the divorce from this "country-bumpkin wife."

Zhan Qipei took hold of Qiao Jing's bag, and she felt her fists clench at her side. Indeed, he was ungrateful.

'Fine, take it!' Qiao Jing thought. She was eager to see how he would humiliate her next.

With the bag in his possession, Zhan Qipei thoroughly searched through it in front of the watching crowd. After a moment, he uttered something that stunned everyone.