Pampered By My Fake Boyfriend's Brother
Chapter 198: Till Death Do Us Part

Chapter 198: Chapter 198: Till Death Do Us Part

After a long time, he turned with an icy demeanor, picked up the phone, and connected the call.

"I heard you’re interested in the ’Jianjia Alley’ land?"

The man’s voice on the other end carried a hint of amusement.

"You have thoughts on it too?" Bao Shaojin’s voice was cold and clear; his words were a statement.

The two had grown up together and understood each other’s temperaments thoroughly.

"My little bird really likes that area; why don’t you let me have it? Name your price!" Qin Huai’s words were provoking.

Moreover, Bao Shaojin hadn’t even finalized discussions with the Meng family about the Jianjia Alley plot yet, but Qin Huai was already certain it would fall into Bao Shaojin’s hands, showing his complete trust in Bao Shaojin’s abilities.

"You called just for this?" Bao Shaojin’s face seemed to be frozen.

"My little bird’s matters are big matters." Qin Huai said coolly.

Qin Huai’s "little bird" was actually his woman.

Bao Shaojin didn’t continue the discussion about the "Jianjia Alley" topic, instead leaving a faint remark, "Forced melons are not sweet."

There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by Qin Huai’s low growl, "Sweet or not, only I know. Ajin, don’t try to talk me out of it; in this life, she and I shall go till the end!"

The call was abruptly hung up, and Bao Shaojin thought about Qin Huai’s last words.

Sweet or not, only I know!

Qin Huai’s obsession with the woman he liked was controlling and insane. People in their circle secretly called him a madman; clearly, the woman didn’t love him, but Qin Huai didn’t care about that and went ahead and...

Afterwards, when the woman sought to end her life, Qin Huai could only take her abroad for treatment.

His love was too intense, one-sided, completely disregarding the woman’s feelings, causing mutual destruction, yet he had no intention of letting go.

In the silent room, a trace of indifference showed on Bao Shaojin’s face.

For a moment, Bao Shaojin envied Qin Huai’s reckless attitude towards his beloved!

As time ticked by, thinking of the young girl in the hall, his hostility grew stronger.

If she were someone else’s girlfriend...

Not Bao Cheng’s...

All his concerns would vanish!

The neatly stacked files on the desk were suddenly scattered to the ground with a wave of his arm, as a fierce and ominous light deepened in his eyes.

In the corner was the strong liquor he’d become addicted to recently.

He took a few steps forward, grabbed the bottle, and took a swig.

Even with his cleanliness obsession, he didn’t notice the liquor stain on his collar.

In the hall, An Yin had waited a long time without seeing Bao Shaojin appear. Hugging a fruit platter, she sat on the sofa watching TV, oblivious of the man’s instructions, and nibbled intermittently on apples and strawberries...

When she realized, she had finished off more than half of the cut fruits.

Quickly, she placed the fruit platter back and returned to the sofa.

Perhaps the TV content was too boring, or perhaps the sofa was too soft; soon, she curled up entirely, lying sideways on the sofa, and fell asleep!

Bao Shaojin, reeking of alcohol, was passing through the hall to head for the tea room when he glanced at the little figure on the sofa. His eyes narrowed slightly as he approached her slowly.

Soon, his tall silhouette stood beside the young girl, his pupils tightening, fixating on her intently.

Perhaps he’d drunk too much earlier; his throat felt parched, an intense thirst overwhelming his mind.

Soon, his eyes caught sight of the young girl’s luscious lips...

Her lips seemed like a shimmering lake, reflecting a luster while his gaze turned dark and obsessively persistent.

Compelled by a mysterious force, he crouched down, inhaling her fragrance that enveloped his nostrils, his whole body suddenly awakening in fervor, an inexplicable anger welling up within.

His gaze grew darker as her delicate and breakable cheeks came into view, followed by her high nose bridge, and the next moment, her enticing lips emerged once more in his black pupils.

At some unknown time, all the lights in the hall had been turned off.

The spacious hall was instantly shrouded in darkness.

Some of people’s actions were also obscured by the night.

As time quietly passed by, the air occasionally carried the young girl’s sleep murmurs.

"It hurts..."

"Mm..."

With her murmured words, the man beside her became completely rigid, until he realized the young girl was deeply asleep.

That night felt exceptionally short for Bao Shaojin!

The next morning.

An Yin was awoken by a knocking sound on the door.

"Who’s there?" She asked weakly without opening her eyes, just turning over a bit.

"Miss An, Mr. Bao instructed me to wake you at this time." A respectful voice came from outside the door.

Upon hearing the person’s words, An Yin almost bounced up; she rubbed her eyes, surveyed the surroundings, and quickly got up to answer the door.

"Why am I sleeping here?" An Yin couldn’t worry about anything else as she questioned the stranger auntie outside the door.

"Mr. Bao said you fell asleep on the sofa last night. He worried you’d catch cold, so he carried you to this room. As for your coat, I helped take it off," the auntie said word-for-word according to Mr. Bao’s instructions.

The auntie didn’t know why Mr. Bao wanted to lie, but since he had instructed her, she could only follow orders.

So, it must have been Mr. Bao who removed Miss An’s coat, the auntie thought privately.

As the auntie spoke, her gaze faintly fell on the young girl’s lips.

An Yin also noticed the other staring at her. She looked down, examined herself, and found nothing amiss, "Oh," she responded.

Then, remembering she still had class today, she hurriedly asked, "Auntie, what time is it now?"

"Six fifty," the auntie replied.

"Okay."

An Yin then went to the bathroom, where the toiletries she had used before were neatly arranged, as if the owner of the house anticipated her return.

Then An Yin looked up at the mirror above the sink, and saw her lips.

Her lower lip was visibly swollen and bright red, and not just that, there was a broken bit of skin at the corner, like the size of an apple core, with a scab forming.

An Yin blinked and tried hard to recall the events of last night.

Didn’t she just eat some fruit? How did she bite her lip? Holding this question, she quickly finished washing up, dressed, and went to the hall.

"Miss An, Mr. Bao said you should have breakfast before going back to school," the auntie, waiting outside, followed her once she stepped out.