Saving the overbearing CEO - Chapter 551

Wen Qinxi was too busy trying to cool down Qie Ranzhe’s temper and being embarrassed for having someone walk in while he was under the desk servicing the hood of the CEO’s car that he didn’t pay attention to Zhao Huangzhi’s words.

It was when she said concubine again that he caught on to what this woman with no moral compass was suggesting. ‘What the fuckkk,’ he said to himself as a glint of anger flashed in his eyes. He clenched his fist till his knuckles turned white. His chest tightened further with each word she spoke.

“I, I was wrong back then… I shouldn’t have listened to my father. I should, I should have accepted your proposal,” she said before kneeling on the cold floor pleading with him. With such a dishevelled appearance it made it hard for one to link this image to the arrogant and haughty Miss Zhao that trampled over men with her beauty.

“I have plenty of advantages. I can, I can have a baby for you and you can have an heir and be, be with….. him,” she said her voice getting smaller and smaller as she could feel a growing sense of danger coming from Qie Ranzhe’s direction.

What she didn’t know was that more than half of it was coming from someone under the desk.

“I said where did you get my access card?” asked Qie Ranzhe with his voice as bone-chilling as the arctic circle. Just as he asked this a bunch of security personnel dressed in black walked in but before they took her away, Qie Ranzhe raised his index finger telling them to wait.

This question again made her back visibly stiffen. How was she supposed to say it? That she stole the access card from Dai Lee the day she was slapped till she saw stars? Zhao Huangzhi bit her red lip while nervously picking at her nails. Her bangs clung to her forehead due to the bucket load of cold sweat coming from her body.

“I, I…. it doesn’t matter now but…..what do you think about my proposal?” she said but she didn’t get the response she hoped for. In fact, the one who responded wasn’t Qie Ranzhe at all.

“What the fuck is there to think about?” said the nerd as he emerged from underneath the desk with a face that clearly showed what he was doing there. Everything from his ears to his lips and cheeks was red with a seductive air to it. That wasn’t all. He also had a faint white mark at the corner of his lips. It was either he was drooling while sleeping under the desk or he was giving head to this CEO.

“This,” said Wen Qinxi as he leaned in close and gave Qie Ranzhe a possessive and tyrannical kiss like a protagonist in a dog blood drama, “is my man and I am not keen on sharing so fuck off.” The kiss was incredibly short leaving Qie Ranzhe hanging.

Zhao Huangzhi’s face grew pale with her piercing gaze on Wen Qinxi. The universe had finally corrected itself. She tried to mess with fate and the inevitable happened. But how could she take it lying down? Not a fat fucking chance.

“You are one to complain when you don’t have a fuckin vagina! How are you going to give him an heir? Do you think Dai Lee won’t want a grandkid? So fuckin stupid… I am giving you a way out but you refuse to take it…,” she said but got startled when Wen Qinxi climbed over the desk exuding extreme killing intent that wasn’t there before. Just as the nerd climbed over the desk and was about to beat the shit out of Zhao Huangzhi, Qie Ranzhe pulled him back by the waist and intentionally or unintentionally made him sit on his lap.

Wen Qinxi didn’t struggle. He remained seated but his hands and mouth weren’t idle. He was so angry that he spat out words no one should hear. It’s safe to say he had had enough of this woman and was tired of playing nice. Since she couldn’t understand normal words then maybe vulgar words would knock some sense into her.

“You dump @^@%$!%# who the @@^%@&$ do you think you are @^!%$!# with? I will @^%!^^@# you up and don’t think just because you are a girl I won’t @&@%!%@$ till you look like you ran into a @^!%%@^ train. #^^!%@^# your father who @^@%%@@% spoiled you that you @%@^:#@ think this world revolves around you…..,” was the epic swearing session initiated by Wen Qinxi rudely pointing at the culprit.

Because he was moving too much his hair that had already been messed up from the deed earlier got even more dishevelled with some of his strands sticking to his forehead from all that sweating.

Security team, “…”

There was only one thing they could say about the president’s wife which was ‘vicious’. Even their tails were tucked between their legs despite the scolding not being directed at them.

Qie Ranzhe gestured at them to take Zhao Huangzhi away while he soothed his angry bunny with his chin resting on Wen Qinxi’s shoulder. “Don’t worry baby, I will make sure she won’t bother us again,” he said with his tender loving gaze on Wen Qinxi’s flashed face. He brushed away the strands on the man’s forehead while coaxing him.

As for Zhao Huangzhi, she was chloroformed and dragged out of the office before being sent to a psychiatric hospital far north of the country. Whatever method Qie Ranzhe used to make her seem crazy was so convincing that the hospital deemed this admission justified.

No one understands the pain of living each day trying to convince everyone that you are not crazy especially after being stuffed with drugs that one can’t even pronounce properly. Well, to be fair Zhao Huangzhi is a little crazy so, yep. What made it worse was that when her parents found out where she was they didn’t seem to care to bail her out. They thought it would do her some good and she can finally learn that one shouldn’t covet what’s not theirs.

Back to the couple sitting in an ambiguous position in the office, Qie Ranzhe’s arms wound around Wen Qinxi’s waist with his thumbs massaging the man’s midriff. His nose lay in the crevice of Wen Qinxi’s neck sniffing his scent which was surprisingly effective at soothing his anger.

Wen Qinxi felt a tickly sensation where Qie Ranzhe’s warm breath brushed against his skin but because he was still irritable he just glared at the culprit. When their eyes met Qie Ranzhe felt helpless as he raised his head.

“I am sorry, baby. It’s all my fault. I should have handled it well,” apologized Qie Ranzhe with his thumbs slightly pressing down on Wen Qinxi’s waist showing how tense he was. If there was ever a person who can keep him in check it would be this man over here.