The beer-bellied man who had his keys stolen felt as if he had survived a massacre, his heart still racing with fright.
But then he thought that this scare was nothing to worry about.
No matter how respectable Qiao Chengxun appeared, he was a man after all, and how could he resist the temptation of a beautiful woman?
Now that Qiao Chengxun had gladly accepted his "tribute", the cooperation between the Wang Family and the Qiao Family was bearing fruit, wasn't it?
After entering the house, Qiao Chengxun quickly scanned the entire living room, she wasn't there.
He hurried upstairs and soon came to a bedroom with its door wide open; a fragrant, enchanting aroma hit him, and at the doorway he saw the bed covered in deep red rose petals.
Amidst the petals lay a sleeping girl.
Damn it!
Qiao Chengxun approached the bed
"Meimei, Meimei?"
"Hmm…"
A soft moan escaped the girl's lips as she was roused by his call.
