Forced Love: Flirting with the Boss

"I can buy you even more stuff," Zhao Qianshan immediately said.

Wen Muqing's lips slightly lifted, revealing a faint smile.

That smile, like a spring breeze, set off the allure oozing from the corners of his eyes, instantly causing Zhao Qianshan's heart to flutter.

Even Su Yuer, standing to the side, couldn't help but show a look of admiration in her eyes.

"I wouldn't mind following you," Wen Muqing said, casually pointing to the luxury items beside them with his jade-like, slender fingers, "then these, these, and these, can you buy them for me?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhao Qianshan's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

The things he just pointed to, if added up, would cost at least four to five hundred thousand!

Wen Muqing chuckled, "It seems like you've run out of money. If you don't have the cash, don't make big promises!"

Turning his head toward Ren Chuqing, he said, "Let's go!"

Zhao Qianshan was furious, unable to bear this humiliation, especially in front of Ren Chuqing!

She suddenly raised her hand and swung it toward Ren Chuqing's face, but in the next moment, a scream came from Zhao Qianshan's mouth instead.

The hand she had swung was directly seized by Wen Muqing.

"Let go, let go..." Zhao Qianshan cried out in pain.

But Wen Muqing paid her no attention, instead increasing the pressure of his fingers.

Su Yuer hurriedly said to Ren Chuqing, "Chuqing, we are all classmates after all. Please ask this gentleman to let go first. Do you really want to see Qian Shan's hand broken?"

Ren Chuqing frowned; she didn't care whether Zhao Qianshan's hand would be broken or not, but if Ah Qing really did that, it might lead to legal trouble.

"Ah Qing, let her go," Ren Chuqing said.

"You want to let her off?" Wen Muqing raised an eyebrow.

"Yes."

Wen Muqing's eyelids dropped lightly, and he released his grip.

"Such a good boy," Ren Chuqing almost subconsciously raised her hand, wanting to touch Wen Muqing's forehead, but immediately, she stopped her motion!

Bad habits do harm! In the past, whenever he obediently listened to her, she would always stroke his forehead like this.

But now...

Just when she was about to retract her hand awkwardly, he grabbed her hand, pulling it to his lips.

The man's lips thus kissed the woman's palm.

The crowd around them watched this scene, dumbfounded.

Ren Chuqing felt her palm burning up, and yet his fingers were firmly holding her hand, making it impossible for her to pull away.

"I like you touching me, so you can do it more often," he said, his cold voice stating a simple fact.

People around them gasped, Ren Chuqing's cheeks also heated up; didn't he realize how flirtatious his words were?!

Su Yuer, watching Ren Chuqing, flashed a look of disdain in her eyes. No matter how handsome this man was, he was still just a pretty boy, not comparable to Jiang Huai.

Soon, Jiang Huai's company would be listed, and she would become the wife of the chairman of the group.

As for Ren Chuqing, she was nothing!

After paying the bill, Ren Chuqing and Wen Muqing were about to leave. Zhao Qianshan's wrist still hurt like hell, but as she watched the two about to leave, she immediately spat out a threat, "Remember this, don't think you can just..."

Wen Muqing turned his head and gave Zhao Qianshan a cool glance, causing her to choke on the rest of her words in her throat.

A chill crept up her spine.

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Ren Chuqing bought quite a few things for Wen Muqing in the mall, finally understanding why those wealthy women enjoyed buying things for young men.

This kind of pleasure could only be known after trying it for oneself.

It was like when she was a child, dressing up her beloved dolls.

Especially when the young man looked up and gave her a slight smile, her heart seemed to melt away!

As they arrived at the entrance of the mall, Ren Chuqing said, "Wait here for a moment, I'll bring the car over."

But Wen Muqing didn't respond to her, instead, his gaze was fixated dead ahead on a certain figure, his complexion turning deathly pale.

"What's wrong?" Ren Chuqing followed his gaze and saw that he was looking in the direction of the nearby bus stop.

He didn't answer her, his thin lips tightly pursed, his body shaking uncontrollably.

Was it her? The woman who always brought him nightmares in his childhood?

The woman who gave birth to him, whom he ought to call mother?

"Ah Qing, Ah Qing!" That familiar voice rang in his ears, soothing all his fears!

His gaze slowly returned to the face in front of him, that was a delicate and elegant visage, the person whom he had resented deep in his heart for over a decade, yet at this moment, it brought him peace.

The trembling in his body finally began to subside.

"Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" Ren Chuqing asked worriedly.

"No need, I'm fine," Wen Muqing let out a long breath. No, if that woman were truly still alive, she should be old by now, not appearing so young.

It was just someone who bore a resemblance to the woman in his memories.

"Really?" She was still a bit worried.

"Really, it's nothing." He said wearily, bending down and resting his head on her shoulder.

But why was it that the person who brought him peace was the very woman who once abandoned him?!

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The nightmares struck once again.

In the dream, a woman used anything she could grab to hit him.

It could be a ruler, a stick, or even metal and brooms—every blow was excruciatingly painful.

"Why won't you cry, cry! Cry!" the woman screamed hoarsely, her once beautiful face contorting into ugliness and distortion.

But he didn't know how to cry.

The woman who bore him always beat him like this, leaving him bruised all over and barely alive.

"It's all your fault, all your fault! You monster!" the woman yelled, "What use are you? Even though I gave birth to you, I still can't enter the Wen Family's house, that old man from the Wen Family doesn't accept me at all!"

"If only I hadn't given birth to a monster like you!"

"If I hadn't given birth to you, my life wouldn't be like this. Go die, just die!"

The woman shouted madly, her hands wringing his neck, choking him so he couldn't breathe.

So suffocating... It was so unbearable that he wondered if death would be more comfortable.

Was it true that he should never have been born?

"Ah Qing! Ah Qing, wake up!" That familiar voice rang in his ear once more.

It was as if it pulled him up from the abyss he was sinking into!

Now, only one person would call him "Ah Qing," that was...

"Sister..." Wen Muqing slowly opened his eyelids, and the delicate and elegant face came into view.

The pale yellow light fell on her face, and in her eyes was deep concern.

Was she worried about him?

Even though she once coldly cast him aside for money, declaring they had no connection!

"It's me!" She said, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with a tissue, "Did you have a nightmare just now? You sweated a lot."

Wen Muqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, yes, he had a nightmare!

He dreamt of the scenes of his birth mother abusing him.

"I'll go get a wet towel to wipe your face properly," Ren Chuqing said, preparing to stand up and get a towel from the bathroom.

But she had taken only one step when her wrist was seized by a hand covered in cold sweat.

"Don't go, stay with me!"