Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 174: Forcing Me to Take Action

This lounge is only for VIPs, and Sun Jiajia, an unknown newcomer designer, what gives her the right to use such a nice lounge?

Is President Qiao really that nostalgic, so good to Sun Jiajia?

From their conversation, Xu Xiangbei felt that President Qiao knew Sun Jiajia because of Chen Yonghao.

Sun Jiajia’s participation in this fashion show as one of the designers exhibiting clothing was due to using President Qiao’s connection.

But using such connections is very dangerous.

The middle-aged man is a seasoned player in the game of love, helping Sun Jiajia not just out of goodwill.

Xu Xiangbei kept one foot in the lounge, and as President Qiao was hurriedly closing the door, he pretended to get his leg caught, cried out in pain, and sat down on the door frame, preventing President Qiao from closing the door.

President Qiao glared, visibly displeased: "Who are you?"

Sun Jiajia quickly explained: "He’s the mover and driver I brought along."

President Qiao’s eyes were full of contempt: "Get out, don’t cause trouble here, or I’ll call security to kick you out."

Seeing Xu Xiangbei being chastised by President Qiao, Sun Jiajia’s face showed an expression of pity, signaling Xu Xiangbei to leave quickly.

But Xu Xiangbei grinned cheekily: "President Qiao, you’re mistaken, Sun Jiajia is my wife, don’t try to take advantage of her, or I won’t let it go."

A few models walked past the door, covered their mouths, and giggled when they saw Xu Xiangbei chiding President Qiao.

President Qiao flushed with anger, looked at Sun Jiajia with a gloomy face: "Sun Jiajia, are you joking with me? I went to great lengths to persuade the committee to let you join, but your husband here is just causing trouble for you."

Sun Jiajia quickly blushed and explained, "He’s not my husband, President Qiao, don’t misunderstand."

President Qiao gave Xu Xiangbei and Sun Jiajia a cold look, a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes, knowing he couldn’t take advantage of Sun Jiajia anymore, he turned and walked away.

Sun Jiajia anxiously beat Xu Xiangbei’s shoulder: "What possessed you, stop causing trouble here, this fashion show is very important to me, I’m begging you, please go back."

Xu Xiangbei ignored her, still sitting on the floor: "Can I at least stay for a drink of water?"

Seeing Xu Xiangbei refusing to leave, Sun Jiajia was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

A woman with glasses walked over, holding a schedule, smiling and asked Sun Jiajia: "I’m President Qiao’s secretary, are you designer Sun Jiajia?"

Thinking she was there to collect her clothes, Sun Jiajia hurriedly smiled and replied: "Yes, I am Sun Jiajia, when will these clothes be given to the models?"

"I’m sorry, due to the shortening of the event, Miss Sun, your designed clothing won’t be shown, I’m here specifically to inform you."

Sun Jiajia’s face turned pale immediately, standing there stunned, until the secretary left, she was sobbing like a child.

"I thought marrying a wealthy husband meant I wouldn’t have to strive on my own, just wanted to be a full-time wife, but my marriage was ruined. Then I thought I could make a career with my own hands. I worked so hard for this fashion show, prepared for a week, only slept five hours a day, even scared my period away, and you ruined it. Did I owe you in a past life, are you just determined to ruin me in this one?"

Sun Jiajia sobbed to Xu Xiangbei, who handed her a stack of tissues, sighed softly: "Just wait here for me, today I’ll make sure you get to participate in the fashion show, otherwise they won’t be held."

Seeing Xu Xiangbei leave, Sun Jiajia became worried again, afraid Xu Xiangbei would mess things up.

Xu Xiangbei, with a stern face, went to President Qiao’s office, where Qiao was only the deputy general manager of the fashion city, the sign outside read Deputy General Manager’s Office.

Xu Xiangbei politely knocked on the door, President Qiao’s voice came from inside: "Come in."

President Qiao was somewhat disappointed upon seeing Xu Xiangbei; he thought it would be Sun Jiajia coming in tears to plead with him, instead, it was the detestable Xu Xiangbei.

President Qiao leaned back in his chair, facing him was the bespectacled female secretary.

He lit a cigarette, contemptuously asked Xu Xiangbei: "Young man, what do you want?"

Xu Xiangbei didn’t hide anything, straightforwardly said: "President Qiao, do you know that with one word you can destroy a girl’s hope, destroy her future? I urge you to let Sun Jiajia participate in this fashion show."

President Qiao suddenly laughed aloud, pointed at Xu Xiangbei and cursed: "Kid, who do you think you are? You think just because you say she can join, she can join? Get out and stop bothering my work."

Xu Xiangbei’s heart suddenly flared with anger, he fiercely grabbed President Qiao’s wrist: "I tried to reason with you, but you wouldn’t listen, forcing me to take action, so don’t blame me."

A thread of Inner Strength shot out through his fingers, piercing into President Qiao’s wrist, like needles stabbing his meridian.

President Qiao’s eyes suddenly widened with fright, mouth agape as if a monster were about to escape from his throat.

He then used every ounce of his strength to let out a hysterical scream, which eventually left him voiceless.

Meanwhile, his body trembled as if electrocuted, making the office desk rattle like a drum.

His female secretary was so frightened her face turned white, she screamed and ran out, yelling as she did: "Murder, murder."

The office filled with a pungent smell, President Qiao was in so much pain he lost control of his bladder and bowels, slumping over the desk and twitching continuously.

Soon after, three security guards burst into the office, the stench hit them and they simultaneously covered their noses and ran back out: "Why does it smell so bad, who took a dump in there?"

Xu Xiangbei couldn’t stand the smell either, so he followed them out of President Qiao’s office.

The female secretary pointed at Xu Xiangbei and screamed: "It was him, he hit President Qiao."

Daring to hit a company leader, the security guards viciously wielded rubber batons, swinging them at Xu Xiangbei in unison.

Xu Xiangbei sneered, gently raised his hand, and the rubber baton was in his grasp. He detested these security guards for their bully-like behavior, and swung the baton fiercely.

In the blink of an eye, the three security guards were on the ground, clutching their arms and legs, groaning in pain, one even cried, tears streaming down his face.

One guard retained some sense, pressed his walkie-talkie, enduring the pain, called out: "There’s trouble in President Qiao’s office, Captain Zhang, Captain Zhang, please come quickly for support, my hand’s been broken too."