A secret tryst? Her brotherly love triangle backfired.

Chapter 167 "Mind your own business! I'm not in a relationship!"

He considered her his woman.

Only after making a huge decision, and considering their longer-term future, did they stop using a piece of paper to imprison her.

But that doesn't mean he can let her be free.

If he doesn't keep a close watch on her, she might really be seduced by another man right under his nose, and Fu Jingbai doesn't know what he might do.

Seeing that she seemed genuinely angry, Fu Jingbai thought for a moment and explained, "I felt something was off when I saw you with Tang Wanwan and Shen Zhixing, so I called to ask about your whereabouts last night. I wasn't watching you all the time, so please don't be angry."

He rarely explained things to people, especially women, and had never done so before, so he was inevitably a bit awkward.

After explaining carefully, he finally got to the point, "I heard you wanted to hire male models last night?"

Qian Qinglei sneered: "None of your business! I'm not in a relationship!"

She spoke with such confidence that Fu Jingbai's brows twitched.

He reached out and pressed down, suppressing his temper, before saying, "It's my fault for not being clear. When I said 'dating,' I meant all relationships between men and women."

She doesn't think that it's okay to have a one-night stand with a male model or anyone else without being in a romantic relationship, does she?
Qian Qinglei really thought so, and she was stunned when she heard his words.

"What do you want the male models to do? I can do anything they can do."

Fu Jingbai looked at her and said, "Tell me what kind you like, and I promise I'll make it better than all of them..."

“I don’t want you,” Qian Qinglei interrupted him immediately, unable to bear it any longer. “How can you compare yourself to a male model?”

His tone carried a hint of disdain.

Disdain for him.

"Qian Qinglei!!!"

Unable to suppress his anger any longer, Fu Jingbai grabbed her arm and gritted his teeth, saying, "In your eyes, am I not even as good as a prostitute now?"

"That's right,"

Qian Qinglei looked at him and said, "How can you compare yourself to a male prostitute? At least male prostitutes cost money."

And what about him?
Fu Jingbai's face turned pale, and she laughed angrily, saying "good" three times in a row, her eyes slowly turning cold and sharp.

It was the same cold and stern look that Qian Qinglei had seen before.

After that incident, he laid a hand on her father, forcing her to...

Thinking back to what happened at the hotel that afternoon, Qian Qinglei's pupils contracted slightly.

Fu Jingbai took it all in, took a deep breath, and softened his expression.

"Don't be afraid, you can be angry with me. I was the one who acted stupidly first. You can be angry with me however you want, just don't use other men."

Qian Qinglei didn't speak or look at him.

She didn't want to reveal her fear.

The air was quiet for a moment.

"Tell me, what do you want male models for? Are you just curious, or are you looking for some fun?"

Fu Jingbai looked at her and curled her lips, "...You can't just be looking for any man to sleep with, can you?"

Qian Qinglei remained silent.

She was very good at using silence to deal with him.

Fu Jingbai had already experienced this before, but at this moment, she still found it unbearable.

Those dark thoughts that had been suppressed for so long began to emerge once again.

He wondered if he had made a mistake.

She always had this cold face towards him, and it was clear that there was absolutely no way she would forgive him.

I'm afraid I'll never truly accept him from the bottom of my heart in this lifetime.

Since that's the case, why should he yearn for a future of mutual love? Holding her in his arms right now is the most important thing.

He should kiss her.

We should bully her severely.

Teach her to behave herself and stop arguing with him all the time.

Instead of seeing her coldness and indifference towards him.

She also wants to hire male models!

Fu Jingbai took a deep breath and reached out to her: "You don't have to tell me, just give me your phone."

He learned that when they selected male models last night, they took out their phones to find the same ones. Now he wanted to see what kind of things were saved on those phones.

Qian Qinglei held onto her phone, unwilling to give it up.

They still want to passively resist.

Fu Jingbai laughed in exasperation, raising his hand to grab her wrist and try to talk to her patiently again. But as soon as he raised his arm, he saw her shrink back like a frightened bird, reflexively handing him her phone.

She was afraid of him.

I'm afraid he'll get close.

What did she think he wanted to do by reaching out his hand?
Fu Jingbai felt a sudden pang of pain in her chest.

He stared intently at the girl in front of him, her eyes lowered, and his lips trembled slightly.

I want to say, don't be afraid of me, I won't do anything to you again.

But what came out of his mouth was: "Since you know you're afraid, don't make me so angry."

He took her phone, asked for the password, and then asked, "Where are those 'male model' videos?"

Qian Qinglei clicked on the music icon in the software.

It's in my favorites.

The screen is filled with skinny, muscular men.

They might twist their waist, swing their hips, or do push-ups and waist-lifting movements.

Fu Jingbai brushed her brush down stroke by stroke, her lips almost pressed into a straight line.

He asked casually, "You like flashy girls?"

Qian Qinglei: "..."

These words were so blunt that they could make an eighteen-year-old girl feel ashamed, and even in front of the man she hated most, her ears would uncontrollably turn red.

Fu Jingbai glanced at it, feeling increasingly annoyed, and scoffed, "Quite a unique taste."

He started moving his fingers, deleting each item one by one.

Qian Qinglei watched from the side, furious but unable to speak out.

After deleting every single one of her messages and memorizing her ID number, Fu Jingbai returned her phone to her, then took her hand, slipped it under his shirt, and pressed it directly onto his abs.

"Touch me, you don't have to pay. If you want to pay, go ahead and pay me. I'm no worse than them."

He held her hand and, ignoring her resistance, slid it up and down his abdomen little by little.

shameless.

Qian Qinglei's face turned red from holding back her anger. Her wrist was held captive and she couldn't pull it out, so she simply raised her nails and pinched him hard. "I won't touch you anymore!"

“Okay,” Fu Jingbai didn’t force her, readily letting go of her hand and smiling, “From now on, whatever you want to do to a man, you can do it to me, and you can only do it to me.”

Xu Yang is not suitable.

Male models are not allowed either.

No one can.

Qian Qinglei laughed angrily: "We agreed on a two-year timeframe."

So don't be so absolute.

Upon hearing this, Fu Jingbai looked up at her but remained silent.

That look made Qian Qinglei frown slightly. "You want to back out?"

She is really innocent.

Despite being pressured by him like that, and his ruthlessness in sleeping with her so directly, she still believed that if she still didn't like him two years later, he would honestly keep his promise.

Fu Jingbai's heart softened suddenly, and he reached out to rub the top of her head. "I won't go back on my word."

Staring into her slightly nervous eyes, he smiled and said, "Leilei, I really like you."

His voice carried a tenderness and gentleness that was unlike anything he would have.

Qian Qinglei felt that the mere mention of his name, "Leilei," was enough to give her goosebumps.

The reaction was more direct than when he said he liked it.

She felt nauseous from the disgust, her face turning a frighteningly pale. "Are you done? If you're done, I'm leaving!"

(End of this chapter)