Forced Love: Flirting with the Boss

The next day, Father Zhao took Zhao Qianshan and stationed himself at the entrance of the Wen's residence, barely managing to wait until Wen Muqing's car arrived.

The two hurried forward.

Secretary Shen Zhihai got out of the front seat.

Father Zhao recognized Shen Zhihai as Young Master Wen's personal secretary, having had the good fortune to meet him once at a dinner party.

"Secretary Shen, I... I am Zhao Guangfa from Zhao Long Components Factory, please allow me some leeway, I wish to see the Second Young Master!" Zhao Guangfa said, his eyes fixed on the silvery-gray sedan behind Shen Zhihai.

Wen Muqing must be inside that car.

"The Second Young Master dislikes being disturbed by irrelevant people," said Shen Zhihai formally, "Mr. Zhao, please leave."

Zhao Guangfa's face immediately turned pale, if he truly had to leave like this, then the factory would be finished!

"Today, I brought my daughter here specifically to apologize to the Second Young Master! My daughter is naive and committed an offense due to ignorance, we beg the Second Young Master's forgiveness!" Father Zhao shouted loudly.

These words were not intended for Shen Zhihai to hear, but for Wen Muqing inside the car.

At that moment, Zhao Qianshan also cried out in a pitiful voice, "Second Young Master, I... was thoughtless and made a mistake, please forgive me, I am willing to do anything if only you would forgive me!"

The car's rear window glass slowly rolled down a bit, and a voice, cold and indifferent, came from inside, "Since Miss Zhao so enjoys slapping others, perhaps she should consider slapping herself more, how about that?"

What? Zhao Qianshan was suddenly stunned, the voice felt familiar to her, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

But if she had ever met this Young Master Wen, she would certainly remember him!

It was Father Zhao who reacted first, slapping Zhao Qianshan across the face.

On her face, there was already a slap mark from Ren Chuqing that hadn't yet faded!

Now it became a swelling on top of a swelling, and the swelling turned even more apparent.

"Dad!" Zhao Qianshan was so in pain that she was about to cry.

"Aren't you going to start slapping yourself, or do I need to do it again? It's all because you always act so foolishly, that's why the Second Young Master is angry!" Father Zhao scolded.

Zhao Qianshan naturally understood the severity of the situation, and now she could only lift her hand and slap her face.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

One slap after another echoed at the entrance of the Wen Family Mansion.

"I do think that when Miss Zhao slaps others, she ought to use more force," the indifferent voice came from the car again.

Father Zhao glared at his daughter, "Use more force!"

At this moment, Zhao Qianshan truly wanted to cry.

She could only hit her own face harder and harder, and before long, both cheeks were swollen terribly.

But Wen Muqing showed no signs of asking her to stop.

Zhao Qianshan had no choice but to continue hitting herself.

She strained to look at the rear seat of the car, wanting to see what Young Master Wen looked like and where she had offended him!

But the lowered car window had now closed again, and it was simply impossible to see the passenger's face through the glass.

Wen Muqing, with a glance from the corner of his eye, watched Zhao Qianshan outside the car; since this woman dared to attack Ren Chuqing, this was what she deserved.

But why... why was he taking revenge on behalf of Ren Chuqing?

Ren Chuqing had once abandoned him, and staying by her side now was just an amusing game to him.

Yet every time he saw her injured, he didn't feel any satisfaction; instead, a discomfort would rise in his chest, making him feel irritated.

Zhao Qianshan didn't know how many times she had slapped herself until Wen Muqing's car slowly drove past her into the Wen's residence. Only then did she finally stop, with tears all over her face, her cheeks so swollen they were unrecognizable, and blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.

Did the Second Young Master... forgive her or not?

The car stopped in front of the main house of the Wen Family.

Wen Muqing got out of the car and walked into the house, where he saw Old Master Wen sitting on the sofa.

"What's causing that commotion outside?" Old Master Wen asked.

"Just a trivial matter," Wen Muqing said indifferently.

"Sometimes, even a trivial matter can turn into a big problem. If you think someone is an eyesore, just nip it in the bud; don't leave trouble for yourself later on," Old Master Wen reminded him.

Wen Muqing offered a faint smile; he certainly didn't need to go to such lengths for Ren Chuqing.

After all, this was merely a game, one to pass the time when bored.

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That evening, when Wen Muqing returned to his apartment, Ren Chuqing was working on a sachet.

Upon seeing Wen Muqing, Ren Chuqing handed it to him, "For you."

"For me?" Doubt flashed in his eyes.

"I've added some specially formulated calming fragrance inside. You've been having trouble sleeping at night, right? Place this by your bed, and you'll sleep better. The scent should last about a month; you just need to replace the fragrance powder inside each month," Ren Chuqing said.

Wen Muqing looked down at the sachet in his hand, "Why?"

"What?" She looked at him, puzzled.

"Why do you do these things for me?" he asked again.

"Because you are Ah Qing, my brother," she said as if it were the most obvious reason in the world, as if it trumped all others.

"Brother?" Wen Muqing leaned in, pressing Ren Chuqing against the wall with his hands on either side of her body, imprisoning her within his embrace, "Sister, do you think a brother would do this to his sister?"

As he spoke, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.

"Mmm…" Ren Chuqing was forced to tilt her chin up.

After the kiss, his lips lingered, kissing her jaw, his teeth nibbling lightly, while his slender fingers played with her delicate earlobes.

Ren Chuqing was flushed from head to toe, yet completely unable to push Wen Muqing away.

"Or does Sister think that this, too, is something a brother would do?" he murmured softly.

With her face beet red, she said, "Even if... you're not my brother, I... I would still be good to you, because you are Ah Qing, and that will never change."

"Is that so?" Wen Muqing suddenly gave a low chuckle, "Then, even if one day I do something terribly wrong to you, you would still forgive me?"

"I would," she said without hesitation.

In her remaining time, she just wanted to get along well with Ah Qing, to have the companionship of "family," to make up for the wrongs she had once done to him.

A slight smile curved his lips, "Is that so? Then I'll accept this sachet."

Ren Chuqing felt her heartbeat quickening at that moment.

And suddenly, the phrase "Beauty lies in the lover's eyes" popped into her mind.

Good heavens, what was happening to her?!

It wasn't until she met with Lu Mianmian several days later that Wen Muqing's smile occasionally resurfaced in her mind.

"What do you think it means for a woman to keep thinking of a man's smile?" she asked.

"It means you want to sleep with him!" Lu Mianmian blurted out something shockingly bold.

Ren Chuqing nearly choked on her saliva.

"What you just said, it wasn't about that brother you recognized when you were little, was it? Now that you're living together, it wouldn't be surprising if something did happen," Lu Mianmian said.

"Nothing happened," Ren Chuqing said, feeling guilty—after all, things had happened long before they started living together.

"By the way, have you heard about Zhao Qianshan?" Lu Mianmian spoke excitedly about the gossip, "I heard she somehow managed to offend someone, got her face beaten up like a pig's head, and even went to the hospital for treatment. She's been holed up at home these days and hasn't stepped out. Besides, her family's factory seems to be having financial issues; it might even go bankrupt!"

Ren Chuqing hadn't expected Zhao Qianshan to run into such trouble.

However, she didn't really care who Zhao Qianshan had offended; it had nothing to do with her.

Just then, her cellphone rang, displaying Jiang Huai's number!