Becoming The Business Magnate’s Spoiled Wife - Chapter 103

A tense and depressing atmosphere hung over the Qu family.

Glass shards were scattered on the floor of the living room. Mr Qu reeked of alcohol as he hugged the bottle of wine, cursing, “Unfilial daughter! Those rascals dared to block me outside. Who does Qu Xiao think she is? Does she think she can usurp control over the company?”

“Zhenzhen! Take up a position in the pharmaceutical department and think of a way to bring her down.”

“Don’t even think about taking away what I can’t get!”

The alcohol made Mr Qu spill his innermost thoughts without any hesitation.

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His face revealed a sinister and treacherous expression as he gulped down a mouthful of alcohol.

Qu Zhen wore a pure white dress. She frowned and thought for a long time before ultimately rejecting her father’s orders, “Dad, Xiaoxiao is very talented in management. Under her management, the Qu Group has flourished, and the stock prices are still rising…”

“Do you have a misunderstanding with her that hasn’t been resolved?”

Qu Qi and Mr Qu jolted in surprise, looks of dissatisfaction plastered on their faces as they took in Qu Zhen’s words.

Qu Qi stood up with a face full of resentment, “Sister! Whose side are you on? Qu Xiao has already forced us into a corner. Dad cannot work in the company, and he doesn’t have the right to interfere in any of the board’s decisions. Then how about me? Qu Xiao bullied me so badly in school that I can’t even hold my head up high without embarrassment!”

“Do you honestly believe Qu Xiao is a good person? Could it be that what we did was wrong?” Qu Qi questioned loudly.

Qu Zhen hurriedly shook her head, wearing a troubled look.

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Later that night…

While Qu Zhen was showering, Qu Qi sat next to her father and spoke to him in soft, coaxing tones, “Father, Sister Zhenzhen’s personality is too stubborn. No one can force her to do anything she chooses not to do. Still, will we let Qu Xiao run wild and have her way with things?”

“Everyone worth their salt in the financial sector is talking about our family, saying that Qu Xiao is walking all over you.

Qu Qi wantonly fanned the flames of jealousy and doubt.

Mr Qu was so angry that he clenched his fists and hammered them on the coffee table. He couldn’t help but curse in a low voice, “What can I do? Qu Xiao and Shang Yan are working together; I can’t even walk up to the front door without being chased away. All those on good terms with me won’t even answer my calls now, let alone stir up mischief on my behalf.”

“Dad, we have Sister Zhenzhen!”

Qu Qi inclined her head in the direction of the second-floor bedroom. She edged closer to her father’s ear and whispered, “I heard that Sister Zhenzhen is developing a special kind of medicine.”

“Qu Xiao has already approved of it. As long as we tamper with the finished product, the consumers and their families will demand an explanation from Qu Xiao if it proves ineffective or results in complications!” A sinister smile spread across Qu Qi’s face.

Mr Qu rolled his eyes, though somewhat hesitantly.

“Don’t tell me you still harbour good thoughts for her. Think about it, Qu Xiao doesn’t care about our feelings! She deserves whatever she gets… we’re just exacting justice,” Qu Qi emphasised.

Mr Qu shook his head, struggling to answer, “The medicine has to go through several rounds of clinical screening before approval. To tamper with it without anyone knowing… that would be not easy. I cannot, in good conscience, purposefully place human lives at risk over my disagreement with your sister.”

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Human Lives? Qu Qi did not care about them at all. All she wanted was to bury Qu Xiao, even if she had to forfeit her life.

Qu Xiao was blissfully unaware of the schemes her father and sister concocted in the background. She had more important things to do…

In a dimly lit bedroom, Qu Xiao sat in a sexy massage chair, whose hands were teasing her with feather-light touches against her exposed skin. Her hands and legs were bound, shackled against muscular arms working their way up her body. Those arms paused, a wicked smile slashing across the man’s face as he felt her tense against him.

Qu Xiao bit her cherry-picked lips, suppressing the moan gurgling in her throat.

“This massage chair has many functions. The night is long. We have plenty of time to discover them all,” Shang Yan’s voice rasped low and deep, shamelessly flirtatious. Strong hands wandered endlessly on the canvas of her body, slowly but surely arriving before the forbidden depths.

Qu Xiao arched her back, clamping her legs against each other.

“You… slow down, don’t. Stop!”

Crystalline tears sparkled at the corners of her eyes, but Shang Yan was unwilling to stop. He ignored her plaintive cries and quickened his pace.

He squeezed and pressed and kneaded, gently then roughly, until Qu Xiao relaxed, laying limp as clay was wont to do in the hands of a craftsman.

Qu Xiao could not help but stretch out her neck, “Ah…”

An indeterminate amount of time afterwards, Shang Yan stopped. His gaze was a smoky glower in the dim room. He, the splendid massage chair, ceased operations and switched to hugging the woman in his arms. Qu Xiao’s nails dug into Shang Yan’s broad shoulders, leaving a trail of red marks against his bare skin.

Shang Yan tucked his head into the crook of Qu Xiao’s neck, forcing her head down as he kissed her. Those kisses opened a new path, and soon their lips were locked together, intertwined in a passionate dance of teeth and tongues.

Qu Xiao felt like her body was no longer under her control, but she wanted more; she never wanted this feeling to end.

She felt charged, alive in a way she knew not how. Their bodies touched, and she felt a surge of competitiveness in the tingling press. Not to be outdone, she wrestled control of the initiative out of Shang Yan’s hands, eliciting a sharp intake of breath on his part.

An odd numbness overtook his lower half, and Shang Yan grit his teeth, cursing under his breath. Suddenly, a change occurred in his expression, and he hissed angrily, “Zhenzhen wants to leave you at home and prevent anyone from seeing you.”