Chapter 107: Still Hate Weeping Women

As expected, upon hearing her words, Zhou Bei’s expression shifted. After hesitating for a moment, he ultimately took a step back.

Qiao Yumeng’s face broke into a satisfied smile. “Good, you know your place. If you listen well in the future, once I become Mrs. Shen, I’ll make sure Han Zhi puts you in an important position.”

Zhou Bei simply lowered his head, neither responding nor acknowledging her words.

“How dull,” Qiao Yumeng muttered, turning away. She pushed open the door to the lounge, her black high heels clicking as she strode inside.

The moment she saw the handsome man seated on the sofa, her face immediately lit up with joy. Yet before she could call out his name, the man frowned and spoke coldly, his impatience evident.

“Why are you here again?”

At his words, Qiao Yumeng’s expression froze, only recovering after a few seconds. She slowly approached him, instinctively wanting to bend down to sit beside him—but the sudden chill in his lifted gaze startled her, making her tense up involuntarily.

A moment later, Qiao Yumeng straightened herself.

His gaze was so piercing and cold that every time she faced him, she couldn’t help but feel a trace of fear in her heart. Before this man, who exuded such authority, she dared not act recklessly.

After a while, Qiao Yumeng forced a smile onto her face. She subconsciously pulled her low-cut dress even lower, revealing an ample expanse of her chest.

“I missed you. Is it so wrong to come and see you?” she spoke in a soft, aggrieved tone, appearing as delicate as a fragile flower.

Seeing her pitiful act, Shen Han Zhi’s brows knitted even tighter.

“Han Zhi, I really like you. From the very first moment I saw you, I liked you so much…” Qiao Yufei’s tears fell in grievance, her face full of humble pleading.

“I don’t ask for much, just that you won’t push me away. Maybe, over time, you’ll come to see what’s good about me?”

Her tears fell in heavy drops, splashing onto the proud curves of her chest.

But Shen Han Zhi didn’t spare her a single glance.

Her face stiffened, and a sudden doubt arose in her mind. Her figure and looks—her sensuality was considered exceptional among women. Yet here she was, humbling herself before him, and still he was completely unmoved…

Shen Han Zhi sat on the sofa, watching the woman before him struggle to cry while maintaining her expression, his handsome features revealing a hint of disdain.

As expected… he still disliked weeping women.

Yet, strangely enough, that girl at home was also a woman, but whenever she cried, he never found it annoying. On the contrary… he could sense her sorrow and grievance, and found himself reacting to her emotions without realizing it.

But the woman before him was different. Whether she cried or not, her insincere face always made him so weary that he couldn't bear to look at her for another moment.

…

After Lin Nanxun slipped out, she went looking for the villain’s lounge. Circling around, she finally spotted Zhou Bei and another bodyguard standing outside one of the lounge doors.

She was instantly delighted and hurried over, clutching the milk tea she’d tucked inside her down jacket.

Hearing the cheerful footsteps approaching, Zhou Bei paused, turning his head in surprise.

“Miss Lin?”

Lin Nanxun ran up to his side, offered a bright smile, and then obediently spoke.