My whirlwind marriage partner is a wealthy CEO

Chapter 33 If you come back again, don't blame me for being impolite.

Wan Shao remained unmoved, gazing at Zhu Ziqing with deep affection.

His eyes held a hint of pleading: "Qingqing, two years have passed. Do you still hate me? Can't we sit down and talk things over?"

Zhu Ziqing shook her head vigorously, trying hard to hold back her tears: "I've forgotten the past. Don't touch me, or don't blame me for being impolite. I have my own life now, and it has nothing to do with you."

Wan Shao sighed softly: "Can you really forget everything we had? Have you completely forgotten all those beautiful memories?"

Zhu Ziqing sneered: "Beautiful? In my opinion, that's nothing but a nightmare. All you've brought me is harm and pain."

Ignoring her resistance, Wan Shao pulled her into his arms again, his voice low and gentle: "Qingqing, do you know how worried your family in the capital was about you during these two years of hardship? Your parents, sister, brother, they were all looking forward to your return every day."

Zhu Ziqing took a deep breath to calm herself down.

She raised her head, looked directly into Wan Shao's eyes, and asked, "Who exactly are you? What gives you the right to tell me these things? I'm doing just fine now, I don't need your pretense. Please stop bothering me!"

Wan Shao gazed at her and slowly said, "Who am I? I am the one who has always loved you, whether you admit it or not."

Zhu Ziqing curled her lip in disdain: "Love? Your love only suffocates me. I live by my own efforts now, I don't need your hypocrisy."

Wan Shao looked at her, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

Then he slowly said, "Do you think you got the MiHoYo project because of your own abilities? Actually, I intentionally gave this project to your company."

These words were like a steel knife, piercing straight into Zhu Ziqing's heart and instantly severing her pride and sense of accomplishment in her work.

A flash of anger and disappointment crossed Zhu Ziqing's eyes.

She then realized that she had always been like a clown being manipulated.

Despite her inner turmoil, she tried to maintain a calm facade, forcing a smile: "I see. Then I must thank you for your kindness, Young Master Wan. However, please don't touch me again."

Wan Shao gently raised his hand, wanting to stroke her face: "Qingqing, come back to the capital with me. That's where your home is. Your parents, sister, and brother are all waiting for you."

Zhu Ziqing abruptly turned her head to one side: "Young Master Wan, stop dreaming. I won't go with you. This is my life now."

Zhu Ziqing's disgust surged like a tidal wave.

She said through gritted teeth, "And I'm warning you, don't touch me, I find you disgusting!"

But Wan Shao still showed no sign of giving up.

Zhu Ziqing raised her voice a few decibels and shouted, "Let go now, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

She used all her strength to break free from Wan Shao's embrace.

He turned and walked quickly to the door, reaching for the doorknob, wanting to escape this terrifying place.

However, she couldn't turn the door, and that's when she realized she couldn't open it.

A sense of despair welled up in her heart, trapped in this small space.

She didn't know what to do when faced with the person she least wanted to see.

Zhu Ziqing turned around angrily and yelled at Wan Shao, "Why are you doing this to me? What do you want?"

Wan Shao slowly approached her: "I just want you back in my life, Qingqing. You belong to me."

Zhu Ziqing leaned against the door, her eyes filled with anger: "I don't belong to anyone, especially not you. If you take one more step closer, I really will hit you!"

Zhu Ziqing turned around, gripped the doorknob tightly, and tried to twist it forcefully.

However, the door remained unmoved, clearly locked.

A strong sense of unease and anger welled up inside her.

She whirled around, glaring at the man named Wan Qingsha, her eyes practically spitting fire, and shouted, "Wan Qingsha, what do you want? Why did you trap me here?"

Wan Qingsha's eyes were full of deep affection.

He slowly approached Zhu Ziqing, each step carrying an undeniable smile: "Qingqing, I just want to hug you, just want to truly feel that you are really right beside me."

Zhu Ziqing watched him warily, constantly backing away, trying to create distance between them.

Her body was pressed tightly against the wall, her eyes fixed on Wan Qingsha's every move.

But Wan Qingsha continued to press forward relentlessly, showing no sign of stopping.

The atmosphere in the room instantly became extremely tense.

Zhu Ziqing was thoroughly enraged by his behavior.

Her gaze quickly swept across the office and landed on the flowerpot on the desk.

Without hesitation, he rushed over, picked up the flowerpot, held it high, and shouted a warning at Wan Qingsha: "Don't come any closer! If you take another step, I won't be polite!"

Wan Qingsha looked at her, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, and a confident smile appeared on her face: "Qingqing, you won't hurt me, I know you can't do it."

As he spoke, he continued walking forward.

Just as Wan Qingsha reached out again to touch Zhu Ziqing.

Zhu Ziqing gritted her teeth and slammed the flowerpot in her hand down hard on his head.

With a muffled thud, blood immediately streamed down Wan Qingsha's forehead.

However, Wan Qingsha seemed to feel no pain.

His eyes remained fixed on Zhu Ziqing, a slight smile even on his face: "Qingqing, go ahead and hit me, as long as you can calm down, as long as you come back with me."

Zhu Ziqing turned pale with fright when she saw the blood flowing continuously from Wan Qingsha's forehead.

She roared in shock and anger, "Wan Qingsha, you are despicable and shameless! Why do you keep bothering me? Are you crazy?!"

Wan Qingsha laughed happily when she heard Zhu Ziqing's words: "Yes, Qingqing, I am crazy, but I'm only crazy about you. I like it when you call me that; that's the real you I know."

As Wan Qingsha spoke, she continued to approach Zhu Ziqing.

His eyes were filled with a confident smile: "Qingqing, you can't escape. As long as I don't let go, you'll never be able to leave me."

Zhu Ziqing bit her lip tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Her heart was filled with fear and anger.

Seeing Wan Qingsha getting closer and closer, she panicked and threw the flowerpot in her hand at Wan Qingsha again.

This time, the flowerpot hit Wan Qingsha's head precisely once again.

His body swayed a few times.

Then everything went black, and she collapsed with a thud.

Zhu Ziqing was so frightened that she trembled all over.

She cautiously approached Wan Qingsha and gently kicked his body with her foot, trying to check if he was still breathing: "Wan Qingsha, you... don't pretend to be dead!"