Billionaire's Gold Digger - Chapter 139

Speaking of the origin of this high-definition video, we have to rewind to half an hour ago—-

While Zhao Ziqian was in a meeting in the second-floor conference room, he deliberately chose a seat by the window, but his peripheral vision was always fixed downstairs.

Sure enough, it didn’t take long before a familiar, petite figure sneakily appeared beside his car.

“Caught you this time.”

He cleared his throat and said, “Ten-minute break.”

Then, without a hint of emotion, he took out his phone and watched as Qu Xiaoxiao crouched down and jabbed at his car tire.

Perfect angle!

Crystal-clear close-up!

Irrefutable evidence!

Now, he was holding up his “masterpiece,” leisurely waving it in front of Qu Xiaoxiao.

“Care to… explain this?”

The fake smile on Qu Xiaoxiao’s face was about to crack. Suddenly, she made a feint, pretending to snatch the phone, but her body was as agile as an eel, bending down to slip under Zhao Ziqian’s arm.

Zhao Ziqian reacted quickly, his long arms and legs easily hauling her back.

“Cause trouble and try to run?”

He raised an eyebrow teasingly. “Should I wait for you at Star Path every day? Or… your company works too.”

Yeah, you can dodge the monk, but not the temple.

Dangling in his grasp, Qu Xiaoxiao instantly regained her fearless, cocky attitude and forcefully shook off his hand.

“Alright, alright! No big deal, I’ll pay for it! Why does a grown man have to nag so much?”

Qu Xiaoxiao was always good at turning the tables.

She pulled out her phone and found the nearest 4S shop.

“Jiangbin Road, downstairs at Star Path, a black Bentley with a flat tire. Please send someone to handle it.”

She gritted her teeth at Zhao Ziqian as she spoke, “Change it to the most! Expensive! Tire!”

After hanging up, she lifted her chin at Zhao Ziqian.

“Happy now, Mr. Zhao?”

With that, she turned to slip away again.

Zhao Ziqian reached out once more, pulling her back with just the right amount of force.

“Where are you going?”

“Back to the office! Or do you want me to hold a memorial for your tire right here?”

Qu Xiaoxiao tried to shake off his hand, annoyed.

“We’re not done yet.”

Zhao Ziqian looked at her with a half-smile. “You haven’t paid yet. Come with me to the 4S shop to change the tire.”

Qu Xiaoxiao was so exasperated she laughed. “Zhao Ziqian, are you nuts?! It’s just a tire, you really need to supervise this yourself? Where’s Zhou Feng? Let him go! I’m busy, I don’t have time to play with you!”

She gave Zhao Ziqian a sly look. “Or… is this just an excuse to spend more time alone with me?”

Zhao Ziqian met her gaze, his tone calm.

“Mm, Zhou Feng took the day off.”

Qu Xiaoxiao blinked her big eyes, her mind buffering for a few seconds—-

Huh?

What does “mm” mean?

Is he admitting it, or is it just a sound?

Qu Xiaoxiao, if you ask again, it’ll look too deliberate.

She cleared her throat, raised her voice, and changed the subject.

“Took the day off?! I just saw him in the lobby calling you in for the meeting! What kind of leave? Maternity leave?!”

As soon as she said it, she regretted it.

A triumphant smile curled at Zhao Ziqian’s lips as he slowly countered,

“Just now? When? You saw me?”

Qu Xiaoxiao, “!!!”

Admitting it would mean admitting she’d been sneaking peeks at him the whole time!

She was instantly tongue-tied, stiffly arguing, “…I-I must have mistaken someone else! Fine, whatever!”

She pulled out her phone again, impatiently jabbing at the screen.

“I’ll transfer you the money! Emotional damages! Lost wages! Enough to hire ten drivers to go with you! Go by yourself!”

Zhao Ziqian didn’t even look at the phone. Instead, he turned around, opened the car door, bent down, and slid right into the passenger seat of her bright yellow Mini Polo, even adjusting the seat with practiced ease before closing his eyes to rest.

Qu Xiaoxiao was completely stunned, staring at the tall, long-legged man squeezed into her tiny car. The scene was so out of place it was almost funny.

This was just shameless!

She thought for a moment, her eyes darting. When Zhao Ziqian couldn’t see, the corners of her mouth couldn’t help but curl up, revealing a greedy and triumphant little smile. She shook her head and muttered,

“You’re the one who came to me, so if anything happens… don’t blame me~”

Exciting~

Just thinking about it was thrilling!

Then she quickly put on her usual proud face, “reluctantly” opened the car door, plopped into the driver’s seat, slammed the door shut, and drove him to the 4S shop.

Zhao Ziqian, at 186 cm, with long arms and legs, was used to luxury cars, but now he was squeezed into the passenger seat of Qu Xiaoxiao’s Mini Polo, constantly shifting to stretch his legs, clearly uncomfortable.

Qu Xiaoxiao caught a glimpse of his “suffering” look out of the corner of her eye and was secretly delighted, though she put on a concerned face.

“Oh dear, Mr. Zhao, is it a bit cramped? Maybe you could squeeze in a little more?”

Not only did she not speed up, she deliberately tapped the brakes, choosing the slowest, most congested routes with lots of traffic lights. The speedometer steadily dropped.

Zhao Ziqian glanced at the little troublemaker beside him, clearly stalling, then looked out at the slowly moving street. Suddenly, he chuckled, turned to her, and said,

“Pull over at the next intersection.”

“Don’t, Mr. Zhao,”

Qu Xiaoxiao blinked her innocent big eyes. “We’re almost there, just hang in there~ Perseverance is victory!”

Zhao Ziqian turned his head, quietly watching her, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

“I need to use the restroom. Or…”

He turned toward her, looking at her with deliberate leisure.

“Do you want me to handle it right here?”

Qu Xiaoxiao’s hands shook on the steering wheel. She blinked and turned to look at him–was this man shameless or what?!

She didn’t believe it!

So she forced herself to keep up the rogue act. “Go ahead! It’s not like I haven’t seen every inch of you! Car wash is 500, please pay in advance!”

Zhao Ziqian smiled at that, nodded, and actually seemed to consider the idea, even pretending to make a move—-

“Zhao Ziqian, you pervert!!!”

Qu Xiaoxiao broke character in an instant, stomping the gas pedal. The car shot forward and screeched to a stop at the temporary parking spot he’d pointed out.

As soon as the car stopped, Zhao Ziqian deftly unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door, only to see Qu Xiaoxiao still sitting firmly in the driver’s seat.

He lifted his chin at her, signaling her to get out.

“I’m not going to the restroom, I’ll wait in the car.” Qu Xiaoxiao hugged the steering wheel, feeling baffled.

“No.”

Zhao Ziqian walked around the front of the car, opened the door, and pulled her out.

“Together.”

He locked the car, kept the keys in his hand, and very naturally put his other arm around her shoulders, half-forcing her toward the Porsche Center.

“I’m afraid you’ll run!”