CHAPTER 170: CHAPTER 170: SHE DOESN’T WANT TO LISTEN

But now that he looked at it, Zhao Junxi felt like there might be something after all.

He clicked his tongue, feeling a tinge of jealousy in his heart.

After finally meeting such an interesting and fun girl whose personality perfectly matched his, she just had to be Shen Jue’s fiancée.

If she were someone else’s fiancée, Zhao Junxi would definitely have caused them to break up.

Shen Jue knew Zhao Junxi was following behind, but when they reached Shen Manor, he still carried Rong Qingqing straight inside.

To their great surprise, as soon as they entered Shen Manor in that position, they saw Seventh Uncle pushing Shen Xingwei at the entrance.

Shen Xingwei stared at Shen Jue with a gaze as sharp as a knife.

After the two went in, Shen Xingwei hurriedly came over, looking at Rong Qingqing with worry and asked, "Qingqing, what’s wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Did you fall? Where’s your wheelchair?"

Shen Xingwei thought to himself, Qingqing must not be feeling well or she got hurt, otherwise, she would never allow Shen Jue to carry her back like this.

Seeing Shen Xingwei, Rong Qingqing secretly rolled her eyes.

Only then did she reach out to push Shen Jue’s hands, intending to get off his lap.

But with that push...

Hmm, it didn’t move.

Shen Jue’s arm strength was astonishingly great.

"Got addicted to carrying?" Rong Qingqing unceremoniously slapped Shen Jue’s arm several times, "Let go!"

Hmph, finally, it’s time for her, Rong Qingqing, to fight back.

Shen Jue lifted his eyelids, remained motionless, and didn’t let go. He coldly glanced at Rong Qingqing, then at Shen Xingwei.

After two seconds, Shen Jue simply bypassed Shen Xingwei, carrying Rong Qingqing as he continued walking towards the big house villa.

"Shen Jue! Let her go!" Shen Xingwei shouted loudly from behind, "Qingqing, I have something very important to tell you."

"She doesn’t want to hear it." Shen Jue shot back without even turning his head.

"No~ I want to hear it." Rong Qingqing pinched Shen Jue’s arm hard, "Let go quickly, I don’t want to be carried by you all the way inside."

Only then did Shen Jue stop, looking down at the person in his arms.

Seeing Rong Qingqing frowning, clearly displeased, Shen Jue let out a snort and laughed mockingly.

Then he let go, giving Rong Qingqing a slight push on the back as if in disdain.

Rong Qingqing dared to guarantee, if it weren’t for her half-concussion, just for that disdainful face and snort of Shen Jue’s, he would have thrown her straight onto the ground.

Dog man.

Rong Qingqing stood up straight, tidying her slightly messy hair.

Outside Shen Manor, Zhao Junxi called out to Rong Qingqing, "Cheapskate, I brought your wheelchair back, you don’t need to bother inviting me in for tea. I’m leaving now~ bye-bye."

"You better hurry back to work!" Rong Qingqing waved at Zhao Junxi from afar.

Brought it back by himself.

What a joke.

"Who was that person? Qingqing, when did you meet him?" Shen Xingwei eagerly caught up, turning his head to look at the man who was already far away.

"That person looks so sloppy, clearly not a good guy." Shen Xingwei said, "Stay away from people like that."

While Rong Qingqing and Zhao Junxi were exchanging farewells, Shen Jue had already walked away with a cold face without looking back.

Seventh Uncle also moved off to the side.

Only then did Rong Qingqing look at Shen Xingwei, standing there, taking in the bandages on Shen Xingwei’s head and feet, she let out a low laugh.

"Alright, tell me, what do you have to say?" Rong Qingqing crossed her arms and stepped back two steps to keep a certain distance from Shen Xingwei.