Chapter 9. I Haven’t Even Killed You

Xin Ai’s body stiffened. Slowly she turned to look at Chen Ming’s face which made her feel disgusted, it felt like wanting to ruin that face.

She still remembered the last time she had gone looking for Chen Ming and what this person had said.

At that time she had sworn, if one day she had the ability, she certainly would never let this man go.

Xin Ai raised her eyebrows, for a glance the look in her eyes looked cold. She raised her champagne glass and smiled, “Mr. Chen is so good at joking. I intend to develop, unfortunately … I have no connection!”

“Connections? Just right, I have, the two of us … might be able to complement each other.”

Xin Ai took the initiative, “What a coincidence to meet here! How about we find a place to sit to chat together?”

Chen Ming’s eyes turned mischievous, “Yes, there are too many people and we can’t talk calmly.”

Xin Ai gave a small smile, glancing at Chen Ming briefly.

That glance, really made Chen Ming’s entire body soften.

Chen Ming has longed for Xin Ai. Since the disappearance of Xin Huan, he has thought of many ways to get Xin Ai, it seems maybe today was a good opportunity.

This beautiful creature, if he held it in his hand would surely become an invincible weapon and help her achieve many things.

Chen Ming deliberately led Xin Ai to leave the room and go to the men’s bathroom in the corner upstairs.

Today, many people came to the Wandou Hotel. Everyone who came here had their respective goals. So, almost everyone gathered in the banquet room, very few people would go upstairs.

As soon as he closed the door, Chen Ming couldn’t wait to hug Xin Ai immediately, but Xin Ai already had preparations from the start, she shifted her body to avoid it.

Chen Ming’s eyes were fixed on Xin Ai, “Xin Ai, what do you think about what I said that time?”

Xin Ai brushed a few strands of hair behind her ears, her eyes sweeping the flower vase in front of the sink. This five-star hotel is very luxurious, even the ceramic vases in the bathroom are so classy. These roses and flower vases are made in foreign countries with enough price ranges to burn RMB money. Heard this hotel …. also belongs to Jian Zechuan.

(RMB = Renminbi, Chinese modren currency.)

Xin Ai said slowly, “Why are you in a rush?”

Chen Ming’s saliva was almost flowing; Xin Ai who was in the light was so shining and enchanting. Her red lips, flirtatious sweeping eyes, every move made every man want to pounce on her.

He rubbed his hands together, “Xiao Baobei*, you’re not in a hurry, but Gege can’t stand it. Women like you makes Gege think of you all the time, I can’t sleep well!”

*TN: Xiao Baobei = My Little Dear

Xin Ai held back her urge to vomit, tilting her head to look at that person. Her bright eyes coupled with her beautiful face, “Do you want it that much?”

“Really, of course, for real, just looking at you I’m already hard …”

Xin Ai smiled by raising the corner of her lips, putting on a face as if she was thirsty for blood, “Hehe … it seems like it is.”

She stretched out her right index finger and swung it, “Come here!”

Chen Ming thought Xin Ai had compromised, his eyes were so bright. He immediately took off his jacket and murmured, “From the beginning I knew you must be a little fox demon, everyone would have been seduced by you. Today I will teach you a lesson …”

Thinking that he would be able to get Xin Ai that was a step away, Chen Ming’s eyes were so excited, loosening his tie, and hurried toward Xin Ai. Right when their distance was only a few centimeters and his hand was almost touching Xin Ai’s shoulder, a loud thud was heard. As if there was an object that hit his head.

Chen Ming’s body stiffened, he was silent and unable to move. It didn’t take long for him to feel that there was a warm liquid flowing from his head.

He raised his hand to touch it, sticky and warm, his entire palm turned red.

Chen Ming’s face turned fierce, his body shaken several times before his eyes darkened, “Lowly girl …. you …. dare to … hit me.”

Xin Ai released the grip in her hand, the flower vase in her hand fell to the floor and made the sound of broken glass.

A sweet smile hung on her lips, “Right. So what if I hit you? I haven’t even killed you.”