Chapter 27: Then Let's Play for High Stakes

The car stopped by the roadside on the outskirts of the city, and Qiao Jiu was pinned down in the back seat by Lu Fengzhou.

Her phone was in Lu Fengzhou’s hand, which he provocatively held up in front of her eyes. The screen was facing her, vibrating with a string of unfamiliar numbers flashing on it.

She reached out to snatch it back, but Lu Fengzhou caught her wrist and pinned it above her head. Then, with deliberate nonchalance, he swiped his thumb across the screen and ended the call.

Qiao Jiu glared at him, the alcohol-induced boldness she’d felt earlier now drained away. “Lu Fengzhou, are you insane? What right do you have to drag me here, and what right do you have to hang up my calls?”

Lu Fengzhou gave a derisive laugh. “Because I’m in a bad mood.”

She spat at him, twisting her body to break free. “What does your mood have to do with me? We’re already divorced. What are you trying to do?”

What was he trying to do?

Lu Fengzhou’s expression darkened; he gave no answer.

Unable to break free, Qiao Jiu simply raised herself up and bit down hard on Lu Fengzhou’s shoulder.

He was wearing a thin white shirt, which offered little protection.

Qiao Jiu didn’t hold back, sinking her teeth in with nearly all her strength.

Lu Fengzhou didn’t flinch, nor did he show any sign of pain. He simply turned his head and looked at her.

After a while, Qiao Jiu’s jaw began to ache, though she had no idea whether or not Lu Fengzhou felt any pain. She slowly released her grip, mind working, searching for words to vent her anger.

But just as her lips left his shoulder, Lu Fengzhou suddenly turned and kissed her.

His kiss was fierce, tasting of alcohol and anger.

Qiao Jiu was never a match for him, and now she had no room to resist at all.

As they wrestled, the stifling compartment was suddenly filled with the sound of a phone vibrating again.

This time, it wasn’t Qiao Jiu’s phone; the sound came from the front passenger seat.

Qiao Jiu pounded on Lu Fengzhou’s shoulder, muffled cries escaping her lips.

In retaliation, Lu Fengzhou bit her on the corner of her mouth before finally letting her go and sitting up.

Qiao Jiu rolled over, hastily straightened her clothes, and shrank to the side.

Lu Fengzhou leaned over and picked up the phone. Qiao Jiu’s sharp eyes caught a glimpse of the name on the screen: Song Wan.

Couldn’t even bother to give his little lover a nickname—how unromantic.

Lu Fengzhou didn’t answer right away, which gave Qiao Jiu the chance she needed. She moved quickly, reached out, and ended Song Wan’s call with a tap.

She lifted her chin and looked at Lu Fengzhou. “Annoyed? Good. It’s only fair.”

He stared at her for several seconds, then gave a short, cold laugh. “If we’re not taking calls, we might as well find something else to do.”

He tossed the phone aside, grabbed her arm, and with a swift tug, pulled her back beneath him.

Qiao Jiu hadn’t expected him to be so shameless. She kicked and struggled, shouting, “Lu Fengzhou, what the hell is wrong with you? Have you no shame? If you need a woman, go find one elsewhere—”

Before she could finish, a vibration pulsed from beneath her waist.

Her eyes flickered, and a woman’s face flashed through her mind—dressed in designer brands, always in the center of every photo, a star at the height of her fame, adored by all.

Her curses died on her lips. She withdrew the hand pushing against Lu Fengzhou, reaching beneath herself to pull out the phone.

Lu Fengzhou kept kissing her, unbuttoning her clothes, as Qiao Jiu turned her head and glanced at the screen. Sure enough, it was Song Wan calling again.

This time, she didn’t hang up. If he wanted to play, then she’d play big. With a swipe of her finger, she answered the call and let go, letting the phone fall to the floor beneath the seat.