A mere month and a half since seeing the child?
For a woman who abandoned her child from birth, and had not fulfilled a single obligation towards him in six years, what was a month and a half?
Just moments ago she was drinking, partying, and enjoying herself with men as if she had never had a child, and then she appears again, demanding the child, trying to play the devoted mother?
What was her goal? What scheme was she trying to pull now?
To make him believe she had truly reformed and change his opinion of her, thus drawing his attention back to her?
She was sick.
Feeling much better in his stomach, Zhan Bei Jue breathed a sigh of relief, slowly opened his eyes, and glanced at her with disdain.
"I'm in a bad mood today and don't have time to joke with you. Before I get angry, Jiang Nan Fang, get lost and go as far away as you can."
"???"
He took out his phone and called the driver: "Come pick me up at the back door."
Jiang Nan Fang despised his tendency to speak based on his mood and his lack of contractual spirit: "Whether you're in a good mood or not is none of my business."
"We agreed that you'd return the child to me after the new product promotion was successfully carried out. I've done what was agreed, Zhan Bei Jue. Are you going back on your word?"
Zhan Bei Jue didn't recall mentioning anything about product promotion. The image of her being molested earlier kept flashing in his mind, irritating him, and he couldn't be bothered to pay her any more attention.
"I already said I'm in a bad mood and don't want to talk to you now. Jiang Nan Fang, one more word, and I'll have people stuff your mouth shut."
"..."
The driver pulled up to them, respectfully got out, and opened the car door. After speaking, Zhan Bei Jue strode long-legged into the car.
Seeing his shamelessness, Jiang Nan Fang refused to let him get away with it so easily. Gritting her teeth, before the driver could return to his seat, she went around to the other side, opened the door, and with a "click," sat down beside him.
"?!" Zhan Bei Jue looked at her with dark lines of frustration across his forehead. "Who allowed you in here? Who allowed you to get so close to me? Get out."
Not only did Jiang Nan Fang refuse to get out, but she also moved closer to him, minimizing the distance between them.
She knew he was a germaphobe and couldn't stand people getting too close; she wanted to make him uncomfortable.
"If you don't keep your promise and don't discuss the child with me properly, I won't get out! I must see the child today!"
"Zhan Bei Jue, if you dare not go home, I will follow you home! I must see the child!"
Hmph? Threatening him?
Who gave her the audacity, after years of fooling around outside, to think she could contend with someone like me, Zhan Bei Jue? Following me home? Is the Zhan family's door something you can just waltz into?
Zhan Bei Jue disdainfully moved slightly to the side and instructed the driver, "Drive."
The car started immediately and pulled away smoothly.
Seeing that he refused to take her bait, Jiang Nan Fang had no choice but to shift closer to him, pressing against him.
Zhan Bei Jue leaned back against the seat, her arm pressing against his.
Shameless. As a woman, she had no sense of propriety!
Zhan Bei Jue shifted further away, and she followed. He shifted again, and she also shifted. He shifted even more, and she was pressed against the car door.
Seeing that he would rather lean against the car door than look at her or speak to her, Jiang Nan Fang gritted her teeth. She was no longer content with just pressing her arm against his.
She lifted a leg and placed it on his thigh.
"..." They had both drunk quite a bit. While their arms touching was tolerable, suddenly their legs touching, with her lower leg resting on his thigh, sent a strange electric current through their bodies, permeating their very bones.
Zhan Bei Jue couldn't help but lift his eyelids and look at her coldly, "Are you sick?"
"You're the one who's sick." As soon as her leg touched him, she felt a sensation, and Jiang Nan Fang was a little embarrassed.
But his look, his question filled with such disgust, instantly dampened her mood.
Provocatively, she deliberately placed her other leg on him as well, wrapped her arms around his arm, and hung onto him as if he were carrying her in a princess hug, "I'll make you so angry for not talking to me properly!"