Plunder-Chapter 150: It’s so uncomfortable there

After parting with Detective Wu, Qiao En didn’t go home immediately.

She wandered around alone for a long time, only heading to Chengnan Apartment when it had completely darkened.

As she passed the security room, the gatekeeper waved at her from a distance.

"Miss, your boyfriend has been waiting for you here."

Qiao En felt a sinking feeling in her heart, "I don’t have a boyfriend."

She quickened her pace towards home, eager to shake off Zhou Jin’an.

But he was quick and immediately emerged from the security room.

"Yun Sister, wait for me."

He chased from behind, while Qiao En ran ahead.

Qiao En was fast and managed to get into the elevator first, quickly pressing the button to go up.

However, when she reached her apartment door, she found Zhou Jin’an leaning against the door, panting heavily.

He was sweaty from running, yet wore a smug smile on his face.

"Yun Sister, I’ve finally caught up with you."

"Zhou Jin’an, stop following me."

Qiao En was too tired to deal with him, she took out her keys, opened the door, but Zhou Jin’an forced his way in.

"Why can’t I follow you? You promised Cheng Lu to take good care of me. As long as Cheng Lu is not back, you have to take care of me for one day. You can’t break your word."

He blushed, ready to argue with Qiao En.

"So I broke my word, so what? This is my house, please leave."

Qiao En glared fiercely at Zhou Jin’an.

He was momentarily lost for words and stood there sulkily, pouting while looking at Qiao En.

She turned and went to the kitchen, turned on the gas, boiled water, and prepared to cook noodles.

Zhou Jin’an still stood idly by, his eyes angrily fixed on Qiao En.

When Qiao En brought out the cooked noodles, she saw his face streaked with tears.

Zhou Jin’an, usually not one to show his emotions, was now crying breathlessly.

"I’m going to tell Cheng Lu that you bullied me."

He acted like a wronged child, but Qiao En chose to ignore it.

She sat down, lifting the noodles to her mouth.

He kept repeating the accusation, crying so much it threw Qiao En into disarray, and even made the noodles in her mouth taste bitter.

Zhou Jin’an was just an eight-year-old child, why should she quibble with a child?

"Do you want some noodles?"

Qiao En asked quietly.

She didn’t look up, but her voice was softer than before.

Zhou Jin’an didn’t answer; he sobbed, his eyes stubborn.

Qiao En’s heart finally softened.

She got up, pulled out a tissue, and walked over to Zhou Jin’an.

"Stop crying."

She offered the tissue, but Zhou Jin’an did not take it.

He pouted, turned his head away, refusing to look at Qiao En.

She sighed softly, took his hand, and sat down at the dining table, wiping away the tears on his cheeks with the tissue.

"Do you know how hard it was for me to get that job? Whether to quit or not should be my decision, not something you decide for me. You might have my best interest in mind, but what good is proving a point for just a moment?"

Qiao En was rational, always had been, and still was.

She never focused only on one aspect, but looked at the entire situation, considering all issues with a developmental perspective.

"But, I don’t want others to bully you. They want to bully you, and that’s not okay."

Zhou Jin’an said solemnly.

"They didn’t bully me, I did something wrong, and when you do something wrong, you have to accept the punishment."

"Then I will ask Brother Cheng Lu to switch your position."

"No need."

Qiao En declined.

There were still noodles in the pot; she served a bowl for Zhou Jin’an.

Perhaps he was hungry; he gobbled them up.

After finishing the noodles, he started to negotiate with Qiao En.

"You lost me twice today."

"Sorry."

Qiao En apologized perfunctorily.

"I don’t want a sorry; I want to sleep with you tonight."

He demanded stubbornly.

Qiao En rolled her eyes, "Are you done eating? If you are, I’ll take you back to Chu Garden."

"I’m not going back; I want to stay here with you."

"This is my house, and I decide how things go here."

Qiao En said assertively.

Zhou Jin’an had no retort, his cheeks puffing out in frustration.

Qiao En realized that to communicate with him, she also had to regard herself as a child.

"I cooked noodles, you go wash the dishes."

Qiao En ordered.

Zhou Jin’an was reluctant, but he still did as told.

While he was washing the dishes, Qiao En quickly took a shower and dashed into the bedroom.

This time, she had learned her lesson and locked the bedroom door from the inside.

But the next morning, Qiao En was awakened by something hard.

Her head felt heavy, and she instinctively reached out to push it away.

But she touched something hard and hot.

It was very familiar.

Instantly, she was fully awake.

Right then, she saw Zhou Jin’an, fast asleep beside her.

"Zhou Jin’an, how did you get in?"

Qiao En roared again.

"The door had a key, I used it to come in."

Zhou Jin’an turned over and lay on his back.

Something tented up high like a small umbrella.

He was completely unaware, and Qiao En’s face turned red immediately.

"Get out!"

She commanded.

But Zhou Jin’an refused, "No, I want to sleep on your bed."

Qiao En felt a fire burning inside her; she grabbed a pillow and threw it at Zhou Jin’an, but she didn’t gauge her strength well, and it struck right where it was tenting.

"Ah—"

He let out a cry of pain.

His large body curled up like a lobster, both hands covering the painful area, wailing.

Qiao En, having misfired, stood there not knowing what to do.

"You... how are you feeling?"

"It hurts, it really hurts, I’m almost dying from the pain."

Zhou Jin’an cried out.

"Look, you’ve hurt me, it’s all swollen now."

As he spoke, he actually pulled his pants down.

Qiao En quickly turned her back, "Zhou Jin’an, pull your pants up."

"I can’t pull them up, it hurts too much, I’m almost dying."

Zhou Jin’an actually started crying again.

His crying panicked Qiao En.

"I apologize to you, I’m sorry."

She admitted her mistake, but Zhou Jin’an was still not yielding.

"I want a hug."

These past few days, he had suddenly learned how to manipulate.

Qiao En rolled her eyes internally; she was at fault and had no choice but to comply.

As she stepped forward and opened her arms, Zhou Jin’an suddenly embraced her tightly and they both fell back onto the bed.

Although his mental maturity was lacking, his physique and strength were that of a grown man.

With a quick turn, he pinned Qiao En underneath him.

"Sister Yun, you are so beautiful."

Their bodies pressed closely together, he held her tightly, the distance between the two nearly non-existent.

"Let go of me."

Qiao En tried to push him away, but Zhou Jin’an was stubborn, "Don’t move, it really hurts."

His strong legs held Qiao En very tightly.

A man and a woman alone in a room, maintaining such an awkward position.

"Be good, you’re pressing down on Sister Yun, I can’t breathe."

Qiao En patiently soothed Zhou Jin’an.

Zhou Jin’an didn’t make a sound, nor did he move.

But the look in his eyes as he gazed at Qiao En was somewhat hazy.

"Sister Yun, I’m in such discomfort there, can you help me, please?"

Eight-year-old Zhou Jin’an didn’t understand what was going on, but twenty-five-year-old Qiao En did.

As he spoke, he grabbed her hand and pressed it there.

Qiao En, startled from her reverie, violently pushed Zhou Jin’an away.

"I’ll run a bath for you, go take a shower."

She said and quickly went into the bathroom.

She filled the bathtub with cold water, not caring if it would chill him, and persuaded him to lie down in the tub.

As a result, Zhou Jin’an successfully became ill.