Plunder-Chapter 51 - I Don’t Recognize the Engagement

Chapter 51: Chapter 51: I Don’t Recognize the Engagement

Chapter 51 -51: I Don’t Recognize the Engagement

“Qiao En?”

Ding Hao’s wicked eyes suddenly tightened.

Qiao En was twisting her body, her half-dry hair messily spread out, covering half her face, but Ding Hao recognized her at a glance.

Perhaps it was the lingering heat within her body, she was not very peaceful in her sleep.

Zhou Jin’an wrapped her up tightly, yet she managed to throw off the covers, revealing a section of her white, bare arm.

Before Ding Hao’s eyes could look away, restless Qiao En started thrashing again. Though she was thin and small, her strength was great, almost flipping the blanket completely off.

Zhou Jin’an reacted quickly, stepping forward to swiftly cover her with the blanket again.

But Ding Hao had already seen that Qiao En was not wearing any clothes.

“What are you spacing out for?”

Zhou Jin’an rebuked harshly.

Ding Hao tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing a cold sneer.

He slowly took out his stethoscope and walked towards Qiao En.

Before he could get close, Zhou Jin’an grabbed one end of the stethoscope and commanded, “Close your eyes.”

Ding Hao rolled his eyes; he closed them but couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“Zhou Jin’an, don’t forget, I am the doctor. You do understand the principle that a patient doesn’t hide from a physician, don’t you?”

“Less talk,” Zhou Jin’an commanded again.

He himself placed the stethoscope’s diaphragm on Qiao En’s chest. Ding Hao, with his eyes closed, said no more, but his face was hard to look at.

“Done.”

After a few minutes, he responded, removed the stethoscope, and turned away indifferently, carrying his medical case out of the bedroom.

Soon, he had prepared the medicine and came back with a syringe.

“How about you do it?”

He deliberately pushed the syringe towards Zhou Jin’an.

Zhou Jin’an’s face also looked unpleasant as he glanced sideways at Ding Hao, “I think you want me to jab you!”

“Is that so? Well, I’ll oblige you to the end.”

Ding Hao’s mouth curled up, not conceding defeat in his words nor in his eyes.

“Expose her arm, inject her in the forearm.”

Zhou Jin’an complied.

One injection, and in less than five minutes, Qiao En slept much more peacefully.

Ding Hao didn’t leave; he crossed his arms in front of his chest and slouched on the sofa by the doorway, his gaze not on Qiao En, but on the window’s beams instead.

“I heard you got engaged to An Kexin. You’re engaged and still playing the field – do you think the An family are all pushovers, or do you just think this girl is easy to bully?”

“I don’t acknowledge the engagement,” Zhou Jin’an replied stubbornly and coldly. That was something Mrs. Zhou and An Kexin had announced unilaterally, and it had nothing to do with him.

Upon hearing this, Ding Hao let out another cold snort through his nose.

“Then do you think the An family will let her off? Or will the Zhou family be able to accept her?”

Prestigious families consider matches of equal social status when it comes to marriage. Although Zhou Jin’an didn’t have much standing in the Zhou family, the blood of the Zhou family ran through his veins, so he had to follow the family’s rules.

He was fond of Qiao En, but she didn’t fit any of those rules.

He wasn’t willing to admit to the engagement with An Kexin, but what of it? The An and Zhou families were prominent clans in Rong City; Mrs. Zhou had orchestrated the engagement, the news was also released by her, and it wouldn’t be easy for Zhou Jin’an to disassociate himself from it.

“None of your damn business!”

Zhou Jin’an retorted rudely at Ding Hao.

Bored, Ding Hao stood up and walked out, carrying his medical case.

“A dog that bites Lu Dongbin doesn’t know a good person. When it backfires on you, don’t blame me for not warning you.”

Zhou Jin’an wouldn’t let him go.

He ordered a servant to prepare a guest room on the same floor, near the stairwell.

“Leave after she wakes up.”

Without a word, Ding Hao just rolled his eyes and went straight into the guest room, purposefully slamming the door with a loud noise.

Qiao En’s sleep was particularly solid.

When she woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.

A gentle breeze stirred the curtains, and a sliver of light poured through the gap, landing right on her eyebrows.

Qiao En, sensitive to light, struggled to wake up, only to startlingly discover that she was lying in Zhou Jin’an’s large bed.

What was more unexpected was that she was stark naked.

She couldn’t remember much about last night.

All she remembered was at Jinma Entertainment, she drank the glass of wine that Qiu Zeming had poured for her, and afterward, her mind became fuzzy.

Qiao En held her chest, leaning over in bed looking for her shoes.

Just then, the door opened.

Zhou Jin’an walked in, dressed in a dark blue robe, tall and commanding, with his usual air of authority.

“You’re awake?”

Qiao En nodded, her hand pulling the blanket over her chest but never letting go.

“Last night, someone drugged you. You weren’t lucid, so I brought you here,” Zhou Jin’an explained further.

Qiao En lowered her gaze, nodded, and murmured, “Thank you.”

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Indifference and estrangement laid a long, insurmountable distance between the two of them.

“You should rest well first.”

Zhou Jin’an said, reaching for the doorknob and closing the room’s door behind him.

But soon, there was a knock on the door.

“Miss Qiao, I’ve brought you breakfast.”

Sister Rong said from outside holding a food container. Qiao En responded, and Sister Rong entered.

Qiao En was curled up in the blanket, feeling particularly awkward.

Sister Rong set the tray on the bedside table and turned to leave, but Qiao En called out to her.

“Sister Rong, could you find me a set of clothes?”

Sister Rong paused, but then nodded, “Just a moment, I’ll go find some right away.”

It wasn’t long before Sister Rong returned, holding a full set of clothes.

“These were bought by the young master this morning; I’ve already washed them, you can wear them with ease.”

Sister Rong put down the items and left the room.

Qiao En grabbed the clothes and began putting them on.

Zhou Jin’an was meticulous; he remembered all of her clothing sizes, including her intimate underwear.

He even bought Qiao En new shoes, size 37, with a 3-centimeter heel in soft sheepskin—a style that suited Qiao En well.

She got dressed and walked out of the room.

The dishevelment of the previous night was gone, and she was back to her usual polished and radiant self.

Descending from the second floor, Zhou Jin’an was sitting at the dining table eating breakfast.

He was eating while simultaneously replying to emails on his tablet.

Qiao En came down the stairs, and he noticed, lifting his head to look at her.

Even with food in his mouth, he chewed with elegance.

“Are you leaving?”

Zhou Jin’an asked.

Qiao En nodded, with her hands folded in front of her lower abdomen, maintaining the respectful posture she had when she was a secretary.

“I can’t impose on Mr. Zhou any longer.”

After speaking, Qiao En picked up her bag and headed toward the entryway.

Zhou Jin’an’s voice followed, “Sister Rong, go call Doctor Ding. You can leave only after the doctor confirms you’re alright.”

Hearing this, Sister Rong quickly went to knock on Ding Hao’s door.

He was deeply asleep and grumpy from being disturbed from his nap.

“Zhou Jin’an, do you even let people live? I’m a doctor, not your servant.”

Ding Hao grumbled as he came downstairs.

Then, he saw Qiao En.

“Haven’t left yet?”

He again revealed that sly smile, his eyes brimming with meaning.

“Just about to leave.”

Qiao En responded evenly, her face betraying no emotion.

This was the second time Ding Hao had encountered her with Zhou Jin’an.

“Give her another injection,” Zhou Jin’an ordered.

Ding Hao rolled his eyes.

He had seen Zhou Jin’an’s imperiousness before but never to this extent.

“Are you the doctor, or am I the doctor? She’s already fine, what injection do you want to give her? Zhou Jin’an, maybe it’s time to rein in your controlling nature. She’s a person, not your pet cat or dog. If you want to inject, do it yourself.”

Ding Hao’s tirade was truly asking for trouble.

Zhou Jin’an closed in with a sweeping kick that sent Ding Hao to the ground.

Kneeling with one leg on Ding Hao’s chest, his hand moves were astonishingly fast.

He clutched Ding Hao’s throat, his fingers slowly tightening.

“Believe it or not, I’ll cut out your tongue?”

Ding Hao, caught off guard and unable to resist, turned a deep shade of red in the face.

But he refused to back down or yield, a hoarse and raspy voice squeezed out two words from the depths of his throat, “You dare!”

Ding Hao challenged him head-on, rushing right into Zhou Jin’an’s line of fire.

He hadn’t expected Zhou Jin’an to be serious, saw Zhou Jin’an reach for the dining knife on the table, press it against Ding Hao’s mouth, and prepare to cut his tongue.

“Don’t cut and you are a mutt!”

Ding Hao’s mouth was clamped shut, but he still managed to provoke him, albeit unintelligibly.

Qiao En was terrified, she briskly moved forward, reaching out to pry Zhou Jin’an’s strong hand away.

“Director Zhou, this could kill someone.”

But Zhou Jin’an was infuriated, how could he let go?

“Get away!”

He roared and with a backward push, he flung Qiao En off.

Perhaps he was too forceful, or maybe Qiao En was too frail, for with a loud “bang,” Qiao En’s forehead struck the coffee table hard.