
As soon as these words were spoken, it was as if time had stopped, and everyone unconsciously held their breaths.
Shao Qing looked at Ji Zisheng, whose mouth was twitching, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes, "Thank you, Zisheng. Thank you for loving and protecting me all the time. You even wanted to get engaged to me when you knew that I couldn't give birth to a child. I owe you forever for not being able to carry on the Ji family line." She turned to face everyone: "Although we can't have our own children in this life, my father said that after my engagement ceremony, he would donate 20 million yuan to the children in poor areas in my name!"
Mr. Shao - Shao Budong, seated below, had already turned pale.
Shao Qing looked at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Dad, thank you for loving me so much and giving me a chance to raise more children!"
Once again, there was a burst of amazing applause in the venue.
Shao Qing wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and nodded to the guests to express her gratitude. When she tilted her head, she met the cold eyes of Ji Zisheng.
She blinked her innocent big eyes and made a heart-shaped gesture. "Boo, boo!"
Ji Zisheng was so angry that his face was darker.
After the ceremony, Shao Qing found an opportunity to change her clothes and ran away.
She didn't want to be interrogated by Ji Zisheng and Shao Budong, nor did she want to deal with the curiosity of her hotel colleagues.
More importantly, she was worried about her mother.
When she got home, Shao Qing was relieved when she saw that there was no light in the room. She was sure that Mrs. Shao was asleep.
Just as she was about to turn around and enter her room, Mrs. Shao suddenly questioned her in a nasal voice, "What did you do tonight?"
She was shocked and quickly turned on the light. She saw Mrs. Shao sitting in the corner of the sofa with tears on her face.
"Mom, why haven't you slept yet? You scared me."
Mrs. Shao stood up with a pale face and said excitedly, "Answer my question. What did you do tonight?"
Shao Qing knew that she couldn't avoid it, so she sighed and said, "Shao Budong should have told you. Why do you ask me."
"What Shao Budong! He is your father! Is this how you treat your own father?" Mrs. Shao was a gentle woman, but when she spoke loudly, her body would shake.
"Father?" Shao Qing felt sad and hateful. She couldn't help but snort, "Where was this father when I was called a wild child in school? Where was this father when the landlord drove us out of the house on a snowy day? Where was this father while the drunk old pervert was harassing us?"
The more she spoke, the more excited she became. She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms and said, "Do you know why I agreed to replace Shao Yu to get engaged? It's because Shao Budong threatened me with you! He said that if I didn't go, he would take you to the Shao's Mansion and wash clothes and cook for them!"
"If he asked you to go, you would go, wouldn't you?" Shao Qing grabbed Mrs. Shao by the shoulder with tears in her eyes, but her eyes were extremely indifferent, "Why do you love him so much? You don't care about yourself or me! You are so humble because of a heartless man. Do you lack men so much!"
Slap!
Mrs. Shao slapped Shao Qing in the face, sending Shao Qing's tears flying and breaking her heart.
She slammed the door and left.
The cold wind was blowing in autumn. Shao Qing couldn't help but shrink her neck as she walked on the street.
It was not until her feet began to hurt that she raised her head casually.
Feibadi Bar.
She knew this bar well and had been there a few times before, so she pushed the door open and entered without hesitation.
With a special temperament, Shao Qing was beautiful, seductive, and alienated. The bartender had a deep impression of her. As soon as she sat down, he gave her a glass of wine and chatted with her casually.
However, Shao Qing was obviously not in a good state today. She talked little and drank too much, and soon she was a little drunk.
A man reeked of alcohol came over, "Are you alone, beauty? How about I treat you to a drink?"
Shao Qing was not in the mood to deal with. She didn't even raise her eyes and said, "Go away. I'm not in the mood today."
The man obviously didn't want to let her go. He put his arm around her back frivolously and said, "Are you out of love? I am the best at comforting people!"
Shao Qing immediately pushed him away, "Don't touch me!"
The man flew into a rage and grabbed her arm, "You don't know what's good for you, do you?"
At this moment, a strong hand grabbed the man's wrist, exerting more and more force. The man screamed in pain and let go.
ShaO Qing finally lifted her eyelids and saw Ji Zisheng.
"Get lost." Ji Zisheng opened his thin lips slightly. With only one sentence, the man who harassed Shao Qing slipped away resentfully.
She rolled her eyes and drank up the wine in her glass, indicating for the bartender to give her another glass.
The bartender did as he was told.
She reached out for the wine, but Ji Zisheng stopped her.
He approached her and said in a warning tone, "The women of Ji family are not allowed to drink outside."
"Oh." Shao Qing nodded drunkenly, "The woman of Ji family is really pitiful. Fortunately, I'm not."
Seeing that he couldn't persuade Shao Qing, Ji Zisheng simply reached out and carried her on his shoulder.
This action was inevitably eye-catching, but Ji Zisheng had an extraordinary temperament. He walked quickly with the demeanor of an inviolable king, and no one dared to stop him.
"Put me down!" Shao Qing punched him on the back again and again, but it didn't help.
Ji Zisheng was even angrier. If it weren't for the fact that he was afraid that this woman would drink and ruin the reputation of Ji family, he wouldn't have bothered with her. Fortunately, his spies were all over Linghai City, otherwise, he wouldn't know where to find her.
He carried Shao Qing out of the bar, threw her into the passenger seat of the Bentley at the door, and then got in the car and left.
The wheels rotated and they soon arrived at a high-class apartment in the city center. It was the private residence of Ji Zisheng.
He carried totally drunk Shao Qing home, took off her high heels, and threw her on the sofa.
"How dare you come out to drink when you can't hold your liquor well? I really don't know how you've survived all these years." Ji Zisheng pulled his tie irritably.
"How did I survive?" Shao Qing suddenly sat up straight like a lunatic, "Picking up waste! I started picking up waste when I was seven years old. Isn't that amazing!"
After that, she collapsed like a deflated balloon.
Ji Zisheng had already investigated the Shao family's grievances. When he heard what she said, his anger dissipated a little by sympathy.
"Manager Shao, wake up." He patted Shao Qing on the face.
Shao Qing opened her eyes with difficulty and reeked of alcohol, "Where is this?"
"My home." Ji Zisheng looked impatient, but he tried his best to remain gentle.
Shao Qing waved her hand casually and said in a weak voice, "Why did you bring me home? I'm not a casual woman..."
Others might not believe it, but Ji Zisheng did.
Last night, Shao Qing looked hot-tempered, but in fact, she was so shy that she didn't know where to put her hands and feet. Her body was trembling violently. Obviously, it was the first time.
Ji Zisheng found it very interesting. Other women always pretended to be pure, but she was the opposite.
He stared at Shao Qing, who was unconscious on the sofa and at the mercy of others.
He had to admit that he liked her body. It was fair, delicate, slender, and he liked her appearance even more. There was a hint of stubbornness in her bright appearance.
Moreover... Her eyes looked a little similar to that person.
He had even thought of maintaining an intimate relationship with her without emotion, but he didn't expect that she was the daughter of Shao Budong.
Ji Zisheng reached out and pushed Shao Qing aside, revealing her clean little face. Her cheeks turned red because of the alcohol.
He squatted down and touched her face with his index finger. His heart and body became restless.


