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Chapter 150 - 150: Mrs. Qin Fell Into Mr. Qin’s Trap
Chapter 150 - 150: Mrs. Qin Fell Into Mr. Qin’s Trap
Chapter 150: Mrs. Qin Fell Into Mr. Qin’s Trap
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Got it, got it.” Ye Caitang hurriedly nodded and quickly tapped the voice app on her cell phone.
Qin Ruohan looked at Ye Caitang—who was nodding her head without hesitation—and a fox-like smile flashed across his eyes.
“Very well. ”
He said these two words in satisfaction. Then, he elegantly brought the glass of red wine to his thin lips and drank the red wine in one gulp.
Red wine was usually taken in small sips. But, Qin Ruohan suddenly finished the red wine in one gulp. Then, he wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
It instantly stunned Ye Caitang!
A line in a poem describing the handsomeness of ancient men suddenly flashed in Ye Caitang’s mind:
“A fair maiden on the ridge of farmland, an unparalleled handsome young man.”
Qin the Satan’s temperament and godly appearance were modern yet ancient. It was simply impossible to get enough of him!
Mamma mia! She suddenly wanted God to send her such a boyfriend.
Who was loyal to her… Gentle and considerate to her… and doted on her.
And who would also give her a prestigious and exclusive black card as he said to her dotingly,
“Honey, my body is yours, and so is my money. Spend whatever you want. Hubby will pay for it. ”
At the thought of this, Ye Caitang suddenly gave a silly grin. Then, she suddenly shook her head.
Forget it. She had already seen through Qin the Satan’s stingy nature. It was better to daydream than to count on Qin the Satan to dote on her.
It was better to rely on oneself than on others!
She should not think about such unrealistic things in the future.
Qin Ruohan put down the glass of red wine in his hand and looked dispassionately at Ye Caitang, who had a silly grin plastered on her face in one moment and was sighing in the next.
“I’ve just arrived at a decision about your question.”
He casually handed Ye Caitang a cup of yellow peach oatmeal yogurt.
“I agree.”
Ye Caitang heaved a sigh of relief when she heard that. She immediately smiled happily and took the yogurt Qin Ruohan handed her.
She typed with one hand:
“Thank you, Mr. Qin.”
Firstly, she wanted to thank Mr. Qin for agreeing to her request. After all, she was really not familiar with him.
Making her sleep in the same bed with a man she was not familiar with especially this man who had worn her out for the entire night—was simply more torturous than being dismembered.
Secondly, she wanted to thank the miserly Qin the Satan for finally generously giving her a bottle of yogurt.
Coincidentally, she had eaten a lot of breakfast. The yogurt could also help with her digestion.
A glint flashed across Qin Ruohan’s deep beautiful eyes. He glanced at Ye Caitang with a faint smile and reached out to help Ye Caitang open the cap of the yogurt.
“You’re welcome.”
After all… 40 days later, he would tell her innocently…
He could not hold his liquor, and had blacked out.
When Ye Caitang saw Qin Ruohan open the bottle cap for her, she immediately gave Qin Ruohan a thumbs up in satisfaction and smiled brightly.
“Thank you, Mr. Qin.”
She did not expect Qin the Satan—a ten-thousand-year-old iceberg—to be so considerate.
Qin Tian—who was driving—was so shocked that his jaw dropped when he saw
Qin Ruohan’s actions in the rearview mirror.
Who was he? Where was he? Was he hallucinating?
How could the cold, ruthless, bloodthirsty, and brutal Mr. Qin—who would not even lift a finger to pick up an overturned bottle of oil—lower himself to unscrew the cap for a little mute?
Qin Ruohan’s beautiful eyes were inscrutable as he looked at the bright smile on Ye Caitang’s face. The corners of his cold lips could not help but secretly curl up.
After successfully trapping Bambi, Qin Ruohan ordered Qin Tian happily,
“Turn around and send Madam to school.”
Qin Tian:
This was a f*cking one-way street; they could not turn the car around.
There would be demerit points and a fine if he turned the car around.. What should he do?