Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1123 - 1101: Serve Me? Like This?

Old Zhao shivered, fearing that the girl might really be acquainted with Mister Nie, and stepped back a few inches.

Qiao Yongyong’s hair was a tangled mess, and there was a long tear in the back of the T-shirt she was wearing, faintly revealing her bra straps and skin as white as jade. Her eyes were panic-stricken, but upon seeing him, they filled with delight.

Gong Sen immediately walked over, whispering, "You’re finally back. ... Is this girl the PR lady you called for? She keeps saying she’s here to see you. Do you know her?"

The Gong Group in Beijing runs supermarket businesses, and Gong Sen is the third child of the family. His personality is smooth and slick, and he is on good terms with many young nobles in Beijing’s political circles. Recently, Nie Yixiao from the Ning Family has been his target to curry favor with, revolving around Nie Yixiao all day.

Nie Yixiao doesn’t really like socializing, but with Gong Sen being a sycophant to help, he doesn’t mind and is comfortable with Gong Sen’s attempts to get close.

Today, he was entertaining some clients from Yunling and invited Gong Sen to help take care of things.

Qiao Yongyong awaited his response, and Old Zhao didn’t dare to act presumptuously, even moving a bit aside.

But then Nie Yixiao’s icy voice came, "I don’t know her."

Three words, like stones thrown into water.

Qiao Yongyong’s heartbeat stopped for a moment!

Gong Sen breathed a sigh of relief, "I told you, when I asked her who she was, she couldn’t give a straight answer... So, Mister Nie, is she one of those persistent pursuers?"

Nie Yixiao ignored him, sitting down with a stern face, picking up a can of ice whiskey, and taking a sip.

Qiao Yongyong was about to go over, but Old Zhao held her tightly, "Hey, Mister Nie said he doesn’t know you..."

She gritted her teeth, swung Old Zhao off forcefully, and rushed to Nie Yixiao’s side, "Fine, let’s say I’m a PR lady. Can I choose my customer now? I won’t serve anyone else; I’ll serve you!"

How self-indulgent!

His gaze turned cold, the corner of his lips lifted, his eyes landing on the bare white neck of the girl, blood rushing up unexplainably, and he pulled her onto his lap.

Qiao Yongyong exclaimed in shock, feeling his large hands reach under her denim skirt like an axe.

He held her slender waist, his big hands underneath her skirt grasping her small rounded bottom, caressing it freely, teasingly muttering, "Serve me? Like this?"

She knew he was intentionally humiliating her to make her leave quickly.

She was not willing to give up; she gritted her teeth, allowing his hand to mockingly toy with her in front of everyone. She picked up his unfinished ice whiskey, let her luscious red lips drink a mouthful, then pressed on his thin lips, "I can feed you drinks too... Do you like it?"

The swirl of lips and tongue, flowing into his mouth.

"I’m impressed!" came the exclamation, followed by jealous murmurs and teasing around them:

"Mister Nie sure is lucky!"

"This little enchantress is really spicy!"

...

The man’s face, however, turned glacier-like, freezing little by little, as he grabbed the little waist of the woman on his lap, pushed her off, stood up with a roar, and walked towards the outside, "Gong Sen, help me entertain the guests."

"No problem! Leave it to me!"

Qiao Yongyong saw him trying to leave, clambering off the sofa and shouted loudly, "It doesn’t matter if you don’t know me, but come home with me first; your dad wants to see you. He sent me to bring you home!"

Nie Yixiao stopped his steps, turned his face sideways, and the curve of his raised lips was handsomely eye-catching yet cold to the bone. Stuck at the Ning Family was enough; now out, she was still audaciously using Ning Xiaochuan’s name to brazenly try to bring him back home—did she really consider herself the Ning Family’s daughter-in-law?

Ridiculous.

Toyed around with by another man like this, yet still clinging on without leaving.

Indeed, just an ignorant enchantress lacking decency!

Gong Sen was a bit confused again; the girl even mentioned Director Ning, didn’t sound like a fraud, and whispered, "Are you sure you don’t know this girl? She said your dad wanted you to come home for dinner."

"So keen to eat, go eat shit." Nie Yixiao, usually the most restrained person, unexpectedly swore, and with a bang, threw the beer can in his hand away. This action was filled with intense anger, and without saying another word, he strode out of Qingchuan Pavilion.

Gong Sen scratched his head, wondering why he told someone to eat shit—it wasn’t directed at him, was it?

Old Zhao, seeing how Nie Yixiao ignored Qiao Yongyong, was once again stirred, and leapt over, "Why are you shouting? Mister Nie doesn’t know you... It’s okay, if Mister Nie doesn’t like you, I’ll love you! Shout for me, I like it..."

Qiao Yongyong had already grabbed a beer bottle and, even before Old Zhao could touch her, raised her hand and with a "bang," smashed it fiercely on his head, then jumped off the sofa, ran out of the Qingchuan Pavilion, chasing after Nie Yixiao, "You stop for me! Stop—"

Old Zhao felt his ear buzz, touched his forehead—there was blood. Shocked, he wanted to go and bring Qiao Yongyong back with anger.

Gong Sen, seeing the situation turn for the worse, quickly helped him back to the sofa, pretending to be surprised:

"Oh no, bad, the blood keeps flowing; don’t move, be careful not to make the wound worse, or you’ll bleed non-stop and get tetanus; that would be terrible! I’ll call someone to wrap it for you—"

After hearing Gong Sen’s words, half of Old Zhao’s anger dissipated, scared out of his wits, he dared not chase after anyone again, obediently lying on the sofa.

... 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"Brother Yixiao, stop! Stop!"

In the hallway, Qiao Yongyong finally caught up with Nie Yixiao.

His steps did not cease, continuing forward.

His legs were too long; she had to run three or four steps to match one of his. Finally, panting, she ran in front of him, blocking his way, "Why are you treating me like this?"

Nie Yixiao looked at her, noticing her still disheveled and half-bare shoulder, a cold look flashed over his gaze, a hint of amusement: "How am I treating you?"

She was indignantly flushed: "...You just watched that fat guy humiliate me?"

He teased, "Who dares to bully you? I only saw you almost beating him half-dead."

She felt wronged, "He misbehaved towards me first. You... you didn’t pull him away, and said you didn’t know me!"

He approached her, lowering his head, staring at her, sneering, "Qiao Yongyong, don’t think that by scheming to move into the Ning Family you are truly my wife."

Qiao Yongyong held her breath, "Watching other men treat me like this, don’t you feel anything?

The sneer at the corner of his lips deepened, "Playing the virtuous saint? Being touched by a man is unusual for you? During those three years in Mexico, don’t tell me you never got together with any man."

"I really haven’t!"

"Your words, do you think I’ll ever believe them again?" He was still angry for being tricked by her once, leaned down, close to her ear, his tone calm but also carried an underlying wickedness that trampled her self-esteem, "...That night in the small family-run hotel in Mexico, you were so passionate, so wild, well-versed... didn’t seem like you hadn’t done it for years."

In front of others, she didn’t feel humiliated playing the PR lady because of his words.

But hearing him say this now, she felt humiliated, raised her hand, instinctively swung to the man’s face!