The Female Assassin Pretends to Be a Lamb in the Campus

Chapter 220

"Brat, don't be ungrateful. Do you know how many people are fighting to get into my bed?" the fat boss threatened and intimidated, "Do you want to keep your job? I can make it so you can't continue working here with one sentence."

Seeing Xiao He quiet down, the fat boss revealed a satisfied smile, "It's better to be so obedient earlier on."

Qiao Ying stood quietly at the door, watching the situation inside the private room.

Under the dim lights, Xiao He's side profile and contour was almost identically carved out from the same mould as Feng Ying.

The fat boss blew a smoke ring at Xiao He's face, looking at this cold, handsome face, planning in his mind how he would enjoy him later.

Just as he was indulging in his fantasy...

"I'll f**k your mother!"

Unable to endure any longer, Xiao He furiously lashed out. He fiercely headbutted the fat boss' nose, directly breaking his nasal bridge. Right after, he kicked the fat boss in the chest.

As an eighteen, nineteen year old boy filled with hot blood and impulsiveness, he completely disregarded any consequences. At this moment, Xiao He wanted to beat him to death!

With just these two hits, the fat boss nearly fainted from the pain on the spot.

Xiao He was held down by two bodyguards, unable to move. His forehead and neck bulged with veins from his immense struggling.

The people in the private room who were previously entertained stopped what they were doing. They surrounded the fat boss with concern, "Are you okay, President He? Quick, get some tissues!"

The fat boss, whose nose bled profusely, rolled his eyes from the intense pain.

"Motherf**ker!" A person walked forward and fiercely kicked the pinned down Xiao He twice, "You punk actually dared to attack President He!"

That man then grabbed Xiao He's hair to force him to raise his head, and slapped Xiao He's face.

"Tired of living huh?" He spat in Xiao He's face, "Hold him down. I'll deal with him later."

Xiao He clenched his fists tightly, enduring immense humiliation.

After some time, the fat boss recovered from the pain. Infuriated, he picked up a wine bottle from the table, stepped on Xiao He's head, and threatened Xiao He's head with the bottle.

"Ungrateful trash, daring to attack me. I will beat you to death today if I don't share your last name!"

The scrawny Xiao He struggled with all his might, but it was all futile.

Seeing the bottle smash towards Xiao He's head, Qiao Ying at the door reached out to take a bottle of wine from a passing server's tray. She pushed open the door and threw it precisely at the fat boss's head, immediately cracking open his skull.

Hearing the bottle shatter, Xiao He didn't get to see what happened before he felt the grip on his arm loosen and the weight on his body disappear. The two bodyguards were beaten aside, one crashed onto the sofa.

A hand pulled Xiao He up from the ground.

Xiao He looked at Qiao Ying who appeared.

"F**king girl!" The fat boss's friend still foolishly charged at Qiao Ying.

In the next second, his head met Qiao Ying's wine bottle as well.

When the manager rushed over anxiously with his men,

All seven VIP big clientele laid on the ground in one private room.

"President He? President Zhang? What, what's going on?"

The puzzled and anxious manager grabbed Xiao He and started cursing at him.

Xiao He remained silent.

Manager: "Aren't you capable, bringing your friend to beat up clients. Do you know who President Ho is? I'd like to see how you two die!"

Xiao He: "This has nothing to do with her."

Qiao Ying was about to grab another bottle to shut the manager up, when she saw Huo Chengdong passing by outside seemingly looking for her.

Qiao Ying called out to him, "Huo Chengdong."

"Sis Ying, why are you here - whoa! What's the situation?" Huo Chengdong walked in, saw the scene and asked, "A fight broke out? And you didn't bring me along?"

Still unsatisfied after cursing them out, the manager raised his hand, about to slap Xiao He twice. But upon seeing Huo Chengdong, he froze, "Y...Young Master Huo?"

When Huo Jingyue and the others came to find them,

Huo Chengdong was pointing at the manager's nose and yelling: "F**k, you dare scold my Sis Ying. I'll make you swallow this bottle if you don't believe me!"

Huo Chengdong tried forcing the wine bottle into the manager's mouth.

"My friend works for you yet you make him accompany clients instead of giving him a manager position. F**king looking down on him?! Who are you to hit him?! Do you believe if I tear down this sh*thole and rebuild it as a public toilet for you to guard everyday?!"

"I believe, I believe!" The manager was nearly frightened to tears, continuously apologizing.

In the washroom,

Xiao He scooped some cold water to wash his face. Bending over the sink, he seemed to be calming himself down.

Subsequently, he looked at his reflection in the mirror.

The slap imprint on his face was clear to see. Xiao He poked his aching cheek with the tip of his tongue. The water droplets hanging from his fringes dripped onto his nose bridge.

The incident had escalated and alerted the boss. The boss apologized to Huo Chengdong and promised Xiao He the best job.

Xiao He returned at this time, having changed back into his own clothes. He threw the work attire back to the manager, then turned to leave.

Qiao Ying followed.

"Hey Sis Ying, I haven't even cut my cake yet."

Upon seeing Qiao Ying leave, what was supposed to be Huo Chengdong’s lively birthday gathering instantly became tasteless. He vented his anger onto the boss, eventually getting the fat boss and his friends kicked out of the club.

Old injuries not yet recovered with additional new ones, Xiao He clutched his side waist, still aching from the kick, and walked silently on the streets.

Qiao Ying followed behind him.

Without turning his head, he said: "Stop following me."

But Qiao Ying quickened her pace to walk alongside him, "What about your job at the auto repair shop?"

Xiao He didn't respond.

Qiao Ying guessed that the previous incident caused him to lose his job.

Xiao He just continued walking, aimless. He didn't know where he wanted to go either as Qiao Ying kept following him.

Xiao He: "What exactly do you want?"

Qiao Ying: "Didn't I save you earlier?"

"......" Xiao He went silent and simply quickened his footsteps.

Seeing Xiao He clamming up like a hedgehog, after a brief ponder, Qiao Ying suddenly said: "I've met your brother before."

Xiao He halted in his tracks, stunned. He turned to look at her.

But Qiao Ying annoyingly switched topics, "My car was sent back to the manufacturer for repairs. I need to get a new ride. You should be quite knowledgeable right, let's go."

Xiao He: "Finish what you were saying just now."

Without turning her head, Qiao Ying said: "Buy the car first."

Qiao Ying hailed a taxi and stood by the door waiting for him.

Xiao He looked at her and walked straight towards her without a second thought.

Qiao Ying brought Xiao He to a 4S dealership and asked him to help select a car for her.

Indeed, her car was sent for repairs so she needed a new ride. She had a bunch of sports cars overseas but most were two seaters, not always convenient.

Qiao Ying was also lazy to go through all that hassle to ship one over. She simply decided to just buy a four seater model locally.

Xiao He wasn't in the mood to pick her a car. After asking her budget, he randomly selected a suitable one.

Qiao Ying took a look: "Porsche? Don't like it."

Xiao He continued selecting.

Qiao Ying: "Don't like Bentley either."

Qiao Ying: "Ferrari is too tacky."

One after another after eight cars, seeing Qiao Ying picking fault without a care, Xiao He lost his patience. "What exactly do you want to buy then?"

The salesperson still kept his smile and professionalism, and introduced them to other options.

Qiao Ying: "Come with me for a health checkup later."

Xiao He agreed readily: "Sure."

Shortly after, Qiao Ying picked a black Maybach.

After getting the car, she brought Xiao He to the hospital.

Xiao He: "Can you talk about it now?"

While driving, Qiao Ying said: "You look a lot like your brother, in build, personality, everything."

Xiao He: "Where is he?"

Qiao Ying: "Dead."