Chapter 162 - Please let go of my girlfriend!
Provocative Fiery Wife: My Superior is a Affectionate Spitfire
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Navigating through the narrow corridors and passing through the hall, Pei Ge followed her gut and headed in the direction of where she thought the private room was located.
Just as she was about to reach the entrance to the Sakura Court, she felt someone approaching her from behind. Before she could turn to see who it was, a strong hand grabbed her wrist.
The cold touch made her think of that inescapable annoying person.
âPei Ge...â The low voice traveled to her ears.
Instinctively, she knew the identity of the person who had grabbed her wrist.
âCEO Ji.â She turned around and felt slightly helpless. Her nose almost hit his chest with how near they were to each other when she pivoted.
This proximity caused Pei Ge to involuntarily inhale Ji Zimingâs strong scent.
He lowered his head to look at the woman who only reached up his chest. With narrowed eyes, he coldly asked, âWhat are you doing here?â
âAh, what am I doing here? This is a restaurant, so of course Iâm here to eat!â she replied, feeling slightly exasperated.
âWith whom?â His forehead creased when he recalled Pei Ge offering to treat Bi Zheng to a meal just this afternoon.
Could it be that she is having a meal with that pretty boy?
At that thought, Ji Ziming began to fume.
âOf course itâs with...â Pei Ge was about to blurt out Chen Zhengchuâs name when she recalled that previous-blind-date fiasco and her words trailed off.
âWith whom?â He scrutinized her face more intensely. His stance, to an outsider, resembled that of a man who was there to catch his wife in the act of having an illicit affair.
âCEO Ji, can you please let go?â She requested with a tight smile as she wiggled her wrist. She could not think of anyone to use to throw him off.
âYou are having dinner with whom?â he repeated, his voice going up a few notches.
Pei Ge was really depressed now. Even something as simple as using the bathroom could still cause her to bump into this annoying person.
âWith... Pan Xinlei! We arranged in the afternoon to have Japanese cuisine for dinner,â she bluffed once she realized that he did not intend to let her go without her giving up a name.
âPan Xinlei...â He arched an eyebrow at her.
âYes! Sister Xinlei from the Advertising Department; Iâm very close to her!â She nodded vigorously and smiled.
Seriously?! What has it got to do with this annoying person who I eat food with?! she angrily complained inside her.
God, please send someone to take this evil person away! I still want to enjoy that aesthetically delicious Japanese food!
It was as if the heavens had heard her prayers because Ji Zimingâs male assistant approached after she had this thought.
âCEO Ji, CEO Huang and the rest are waiting for you at the reserved room; I think... we should hurry over.â Ji Zimingâs assistant, Du Wen, stood to his side and said this respectfully.
Ji Zimingâs forehead moved and he was about to say something when he felt the wrist in his hand struggle. Looking at her, he made a decision right there and then.
âTell CEO Huang to wait for a while.â Ji Ziming pinched Pei Geâs wrist, as if he were punishing her for moving so much.
âAh!â she cried out in surprise. She, who had been tolerating this man all this while, finally snapped. âJi Ziming, donât push it! Itâs after the working hours! This is a public place; whatâs wrong with me eating here?! Canât I have a meal here after work?! What rights do you have to ask me so much, you busybody?! You let go of me now!â
Pei Ge could no longer bother to follow the âforbearance is the best policyâ proverb, care about her salary, worry of getting her wage deducted... Throwing all cautions to the wind, her explosive temperament, which had long reached its limit, flared up.
In the restaurantâs quiet ambiance, her cry sounded especially loud and attracted the eyes of others toward them.
Looking at the womanâs angry state, Ji Ziming began to feel that he might have gone overboard.
However, this state of mind did not last long, and, in the next instant, his eyes became filled with anger.
âMiss Pei?â Chen Zhengchu, who was waiting for Pei Ge to return in the private room, rushed out to check her situation when he heard her voice.
When she saw Chen Zhengchu appear, her mind was filled with only one thought, and that was: Ah! Shit!
âPan Xinlei...â Ji Ziming narrowed his eyes at the man approaching them, and his grip on her wrist tightened.
âPei Ge, you tell me; does this man go by Chen or Pan, hm?â Coldly regarding her, his deep-set eyes were aflame with anger from being lied to.
âHe he... he he... Alright, Iâm sorry, CEO Ji. I lied to you...â Pei Ge tried to laugh it off as she nervously looked at his face that was very near hers.
âLied to me?â He humorlessly laughed before asking this through gritted teeth.
Pei Ge really felt that she had neglected to check the almanac before going out today. No! It should be that she did not look for a job on the right day, so the heavens led her to have such a boss.
Not mentioning the manâs constant mood swings, he was always butting in on her business.
Why did she feel the need to lie to him, anyway? She was just out for a meal! Shit! Even his âyou disappointed me with your lieâ look seemed to suggest that she had betrayed him by having an illicit affair!
Let the heavens be my judge; there is really nothing going on between me and this annoying person.
However, reality was always worse than what one could imagine.
This matter that she thought was convoluted enough was made even worse by the man whom she had considered as stable, generous, and mature.
The tall and slender man in white shirt and black suit pants walked toward Pei Ge and Ji Ziming and said, âSorry, Mister, please let go of my girlfriend.â