After Marrying the Wrong Crazy Husband, I Ran Away with His Baby - Chapter 35

After being snapped at, Zhou Weiqi’s enthusiasm toward Yang Ying visibly cooled.

Yang Ying had always been sheltered by the Yang family. Her personality was straightforward and pure, and wherever she went, people would give way to her.

She had no idea how to coax Zhou Weiqi, so she bluntly changed the subject.
“I want to train my abs. Can you teach me?”

As a diamond member, her requests were something Zhou Weiqi couldn’t outright refuse. But he knew very well how to toy with a woman’s heart.

He gave her a half-smile, neither warm nor cold. “Someone already booked me in advance. I’ll guide you with ab training when I have the time.”

Yang Ying knew he was all brawn and no brains, shallow, and only liked being flattered.

But right now, she just happened to really like Zhou Weiqi.

Yang Ying reached out and grabbed his hand. “Don’t be mad. How about I buy a set of fitness equipment from you?”

A real rich lady!

That alone would net him at least fifty thousand commission.

Zhou Weiqi laughed and quickly called to cancel the other client’s appointment, then agreed to teach her how to train her abs.

Yang Ying smiled sweetly and nodded.

The Yang couple and Yang Yi had spent countless efforts trying to coax her into exercising—gifting her jewelry, even luxury cars—yet they couldn’t get her to run for more than a few minutes.

If they knew she was suddenly motivated to work out all because of a random man, their expressions would surely be priceless.

Meanwhile.

Xia Yuan had changed into workout clothes and told her female trainer, Heidi, that she felt her hips were too plump and wanted to train them.

When Heidi saw Xia Yuan changing earlier, she’d caught sight of her fair, soft skin… along with some ambiguous marks.

So she naturally assumed Xia Yuan’s request meant she wanted to train for a peach-shaped butt.

Nowadays, most girls who worked on their glutes were chasing that exact goal.

Under Heidi’s guidance, Xia Yuan began doing squats. Though her body felt somewhat uncomfortable, everything was hard at the start.

After a few standard squats, she was already tired.

Heidi said gently, “You’re just starting out. Don’t push yourself—take a break.”

Xia Yuan replied, “Can I sign up for a membership here?”

Heidi smiled. “Of course. But since you came as one of Coach Zhou’s clients, I need to inform him first.”

Zhou Weiqi was in a very good mood at that moment. Once Heidi told him, he immediately agreed.

Xia Yuan took the chance to ask, “Is Coach Zhou very highly regarded here at Keleike?”

Heidi shook her head with a smile. “I’ve been here a long time. Zhou Weiqi only joined six months ago. I heard he used to be a personal trainer in Peng City.”

A flicker of cold light passed through Xia Yuan’s eyes. Having gotten this important clue, she didn’t ask further.

In Xiangzhou, competition in any industry was brutal, and rents were outrageously high—seven to eight thousand for barely ten square meters. It was nowhere near as comfortable as Peng City.

For Zhou Weiqi to leave Peng City for Xiangzhou, there could only be one reason: he couldn’t survive there anymore.

From Xia Yuan’s perspective, it wasn’t hard to guess why—too many scandals, reputation completely ruined.

Heidi asked, “Will you be paying via WeChat or Alipay?”

Xia Yuan: “Credit card.”

After completing her membership, she saw Zhou Weiqi and Yang Ying together, laughing sweetly. Just as she was about to approach Yang Ying for a meal, her phone rang—Qin Mohuai was calling.

Heidi was sitting at the butterfly machine, sipping water, when she caught sight of Xia Yuan pulling out an old-fashioned brick phone. She nearly spat out her drink on the spot.

She carefully sized Xia Yuan up again—her delicate, well-maintained skin, those clear, beautiful eyes, a girl who gave off the unmistakable air of a wealthy young lady despite not wearing flashy jewelry.

And yet… she was using a phone worth barely a few dozen yuan.

The contrast was dizzying.

Xia Yuan pouted into the receiver. “There are too many people at your company. I don’t want to come over and eat with you.”

Qin Mohuai’s voice came through, low and commanding.
“Don’t pout.”

Xia Yuan’s face paled in shock as she glanced around. Could it be that Qin Mohuai was monitoring her?

The man’s low, magnetic voice came through, tinged with amusement.
“I’m not watching you, but I can already guess your lips must be pouting enough to hang an oil bottle. Lunch is in twenty minutes. You’re coming at just the right time. If I don’t see you by noon… suffer the consequences.”

Control freak!

A tyrant who always has the final say!

Xia Yuan was fuming. She wasn’t going. Absolutely not.

He already ruled her both on the bed and off it—what a domineering father figure!

The system suddenly chimed in: “Ouyang Jing is at Qin Corporation.”

That one sentence cooled Xia Yuan’s anger.
“What? Doesn’t she hate Qin Mohuai? Why would she go to Qin Corporation?”

System: “Even if the male and female leads dislike each other, the plot will always push them together. That’s why you must keep a close watch on Qin Mohuai.”

Xia Yuan’s scalp went numb.

Although Old Master Qin had semi-retired, he was still the chairman of Qin Corporation. Giving Ouyang Jing a position in the secretary department was child’s play.

Ouyang Jing feared that sinister, unpredictable man. She never wanted to work under Qin Mohuai, but her mother forced her with tears. She couldn’t just stand by and watch her mother cry herself blind.

So on her very first day at work, everyone already knew she was Qin Mohuai’s fiancée.

Ouyang Jing knocked on the CEO’s office door.

“Come in.”

She placed the KG Hotel bid proposal on his desk, lips parting as if to speak but stopping.

Without lifting his head, Qin Mohuai said indifferently, “Work here for three days, put on an act, then you can go home. I’ll explain to Grandpa that our temperaments don’t match and we can’t work together.”

Relief washed over her. “Thank you, President Qin.”

Clicking away in her low heels, she left his office.

As she passed, executives smiled politely and greeted her, some bold enough to ask when the engagement banquet would be held.

Ouyang Jing brushed them off awkwardly and slipped away to the pantry when her phone buzzed.

On the other end, Madam Ouyang asked with concern, “Jingjing, are you adjusting well to working at Qin Corporation?”

Ouyang Jing sighed. “Not really.”

Her mother comforted her briefly before cutting to the point.
“Word has spread in the circle—President Qin plans to build another KG Hotel in Xiangzhou. Your father has attended many business dinners, and everyone says the KG Hotel bidding is extremely strict, no shortcuts, only strength matters.”

“But our Ouyang family isn’t like the others. You’re the granddaughter-in-law personally chosen by Old Master Qin, and now you’re President Qin’s secretary. All you need to do is whisper a little pillow talk. If you can persuade President Qin to award the KG Hotel construction contract to the Ouyang Group, then our family can rise again as an industry leader.”

Ouyang Jing’s heart burned with conflict. She hated bowing and scraping for favors. Qin Mohuai was unruly and arrogant, but he respected her—precisely because she knew her place and kept her dignity.

If she begged for benefits, how would he look at her then?

But on the phone, her mother wept again, servants trying to comfort her, warning her not to cry her eyes blind.

Ouyang Jing’s chest felt aflame—on one side, her unyielding pride; on the other, the mother who raised her.

At last, she abandoned her dignity, brewed a cup of Blue Mountain coffee, and carried it into the CEO’s office.

Meanwhile

Xia Yuan was stopped at the gates of Qin Corporation.

The security guards, recalling prior instructions, immediately blocked her path.

“You’re not an employee of Qin Corporation. You can’t go in.”

Exhausted, hungry, and under the blazing sun, Xia Yuan nearly blacked out. Her lips were pale, her spirit weak, and she croaked out, “Your President Qin told me to come.”

A trace of disdain flashed in the guard’s eyes. “Sorry, I haven’t received such an order.”

Too drained to argue, Xia Yuan pulled out her phone, but the battery was nearly dead—it shut off in her hands.

Her vision swam, her body overloaded and collapsing.

What a rotten day…