Chapter 903: Let Sister See the World

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"That's just what I wanted."

Qiao Jing smiled slightly and snapped her fingers: "Bring me two bottles of vodka. I won't let you leave tonight until we finish them."

"I'll accompany you to the end," Wang Zheng laughed heartily: "But don’t get carried away after drinking."

The waiter, filled with envy and resentment, left. He was considering whether he should secretly put some laxatives in Wang Zheng's food or drinks, given that Wang Zheng was everyone’s sworn enemy.

Qiao Jing’s eyes were full of irresistible charm: "I’m not worried about myself, only about you losing control."

Wang Zheng looked at Qiao Jing’s lips and knew she spoke the truth. Even if someone would lose control, it wouldn’t be him but Wang Zheng.

"You took away my first kiss, aren't you going to take responsibility for Sister" Qiao Jing's words were full of temptation: "Sister is still a virgin."

Upon hearing this, the flame in Wang Zheng’s lower abdomen shot straight up to his head. This devil!

The vodka was brought over. Wang Zheng filled two tall glasses for himself and Qiao Jing, then raised his glass and said softly: "I’ll toast your return now."

"Are you so confident" Qiao Jing raised her glass and gently tapped it against Wang Zheng's.

"I have confidence in you. After lying low in the capital for over a decade, you will definitely shine like lightning, illuminating Hong Kong’s night sky."

"Given how poetic your words are, I must drink to that." Qiao Jing smiled slightly and then tilted her neck, the way her ruby lips touched the glass was incredibly sensual. At this moment in the bar, no one knew how many people wished they were the lucky highball glass.

Wang Zheng also finished his drink; honestly, this vodka tasted very harsh and peculiar, far worse than Chinese baijiu. It's truly unimaginable that anyone would actually like it.

Qiao Jing indeed deserved to be called the queen of Hong Kong’s nightlife back then; she was undoubtedly a heavy drinker. Swallowing such a large glass of high-proof vodka, if someone with an ordinary tolerance level did this, they’d already be dizzy and disoriented, yet there wasn’t even the slightest reaction from her. Her complexion only became more rosy and her gaze softer.

"Let me toast you for this second round." Qiao Jing filled their glasses again, "Without your proposal, I might never have set foot on this land again. Though I’ve imagined countless times what it would be like to come back, I could never take that first step."

Qiao Jing stared directly into Wang Zheng’s eyes, her gaze soft yet carrying a hint of fiery passion: "Thank you for my first step."

"Alright, I accept." Although Wang Zheng doesn’t often drink, once he starts, his capacity is truly terrifying. When he drank with the provincial party chief Zhang Binghao in Nanjiang over Maotai liquor, he downed an entire bottle without much feeling.

The two of them finished another round of vodka at this pace; if it were anyone else, they’d likely collapse on the table unable to stand up.

"I’m a bit full." Qiao Jing stretched her hand and gently rubbed her stomach. Unintentional as it was, many in the room couldn’t help but feel their blood boil at this casual touch of hers.

"Then take your time." This time, Wang Zheng only poured half a glass. Even if their drinking capacity was excellent, they wouldn’t be able to make it back to the hotel tonight if they continued at this pace.

One might not get drunk from alcohol but could still become intoxicated; in China, liquor and beauty have always been two potent tools for emotional exchanges.

After drinking two glasses, both of them suddenly fell silent. They stared into the dance floor's lights for a full five minutes without speaking.

She took a light sip before quietly initiating the conversation.

"Wang Zheng."

"Hmm" Wang Zheng was taken aback. If his memory served him correctly, this was the first time Qiao Jing had called him by name; normally, she used the extremely vulgar term "little brother."

Qiao Jing suddenly grabbed the hand of Wang Zheng that was resting on the table.

Wang Zheng was caught off guard when her hand touched his. He then chuckled.

"That's better." Wang Zheng didn't pull back his hand nor did he press down Qiao Jing’s hand; instead, he smiled calmly and said: "Feeling nervous is a normal reaction. You’ve waited for over ten years. If you were still as calm as a well now, wouldn’t that be a bit terrifying At least I would think of you as an old witch who has spent many years cultivating."

Wang Zheng was right. In ancient China, there's a poem that says: “Approaching home with more anxiety than before, too timid to ask the passerby.” Although Qiao Jing came here harboring hatred buried in her heart for over ten years and intent on seeking revenge, who could deny that she didn’t have any feelings at all towards this land that had nurtured her for twelve years Everything has two sides; people are no exception. Love is love, hate is hate—both emotions are clear-cut.

"I don't know either. I'm not sure if coming back this time was right or wrong. I don't know what I want, but I really want to see the shocked looks on those people's faces."

"They will be shocked, and I also look forward to seeing that scene."

Qiao Jing shook her head and took another sip of wine: "In fact, having lived in the capital for so many years, I've completely gotten used to life there, even changing my accent. If we talk about it logically, living a peaceful life in the capital would be a good outcome. However, I know that if I don't come back, I won't feel right until I die, as though something is unfinished."

"You're right." When Wang Zheng heard Qiao Jing's words, a look of deep emotion flashed across his eyes, followed by an overwhelming sense of conflict: "There are some things that we have to complete; this is what drives us forward."

Just as Qiao Jing said, there are certain things that must be achieved, otherwise one can never feel at ease for a lifetime.

Like Wang Zheng before, he could have forgotten his hatred and lived an extremely comfortable life abroad. But still, without any hesitation, he came back to China, facing the sword and spear battles that he could have avoided. On this point, Wang Zheng had never been hesitant; he clearly knew what he wanted. If he didn't take this step, he would feel guilty for a lifetime and wouldn't dare face his comrades after death.

"I thought we might become bed partners, but it looks like the chance of us becoming close friends is greater." Qiao Jing seemed somewhat uncomfortable with such an intellectual conversation with Wang Zheng. She suddenly leaned forward, her face inches from Wang Zheng's, and said in a soft voice: "Do you know that your gaze just now was very captivating I was captivated by it; if these were naive girls, they would scream."

Wang Zheng rolled his eyes: "A virgin still has the nerve to say she's seen the world"

"How about this, let me show you a bit of the world" Qiao Jing flirtatiously looked at Wang Zheng. Her breath was slightly alcoholic and wafted over Wang Zheng's face, very captivating and tempting. blood boil, and his head felt like it was about to explode."A real fight with you," these words from Zhang Yani undoubtedly ignited the long-suppressed desire in Zhang Bowen.His sister was notoriousl...