Free Web NovelChapter 155: Chapter 122: You Handle the Pre-Sales, Zhao Fangfei Handles the After-Sales (Part 2)
"So what if you’re some rich girl? You think I’m scared of you!"
Meanwhile, Lin Jiang and Qin Yangyang showered, changed back into their clothes, and headed home.
"Oh dear, I can’t believe I pulled President Lin away. I’m so sorry for interrupting your Swimming lesson with that beauty."
"Looks like you don’t just know the law. You’re also an expert in sarcasm."
"Of course I am," Qin Yangyang said, putting on a saccharine, high-pitched voice. "Mr. Lin, can you teach me the butterfly stroke...? Ugh, it’s so cringey my teeth ache."
"You’re right, it is a little sour. I can practically smell the jealousy."
Qin Yangyang rolled her eyes. "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"
"What about you?"
"I’ve already gained four pounds. How can I even think about eating?"
"I’ve told you before. You need to eat well once in a while to boost your metabolism. Didn’t you lose a pound after the first time we ate those fried skewers?"
"Well..."
It wasn’t that Qin Yangyang didn’t want to eat; she just didn’t dare.
"No more hesitating. Let’s go get some barbecue and boost that metabolism."
Lin Jiang grabbed her and started walking, not giving her a chance to refuse.
"Hey, hey, hey... You can’t drag me down into this pit of temptation!"
"We’re talking about falling from grace, not falling pregnant. What’s all the shouting about?" Lin Jiang said.
"You don’t have to eat. You can just watch me."
"Er... Fine."
The two arrived at a barbecue restaurant, and Lin Jiang took the menu, looking at Qin Yangyang.
"You’re sure you’re not eating, right?"
"Yep, not eating."
"Then I won’t hold back."
Taking the menu, Lin Jiang ordered seven or eight different dishes and two beers, preparing to have a nice little drink.
"I’m really not eating. It’s a waste to order so much."
"I never said any of this was for you. It’s all for me."
"Can you really finish all that?"
"Without a doubt."
"Your body fat just dropped to 8%. If you eat all this meat and drink beer, it’ll shoot right back up in a few days."
"There you are mistaken. I have a secret weight-loss method. Not only will my body fat not go up, I’ll even get abs."
"Yeah, right. I refuse to believe you can stuff your face and drink like this and still get abs."
"And you eat nothing but rabbit food and still managed to gain four pounds in two days."
"You are so infuriating."
Qin Yangyang slipped off her shoe and kicked Lin Jiang under the table.
"Just you wait. I’ll have abs by tomorrow."
"If you can really do that, I’ll jump rope for you in my underwear."
"Talk is cheap. We need proof."
Lin Jiang pulled out his phone. "Just like last time, we need to record the evidence."
"Your phone doesn’t have a beauty filter. We’re not using yours."
Qin Yangyang took out her own phone and waved Lin Jiang over.
"Come here."
The two of them squeezed together. Qin Yangyang fixed her hair, hit record, and said in a deliberately low voice,
"Alright, state your terms. What happens if you lose?"
"Whatever you want. You name the stakes."
"I want the privilege of being able to touch your abs whenever I want."
"You’re betting I won’t have any abs, so what’s there to touch?"
"Oh, right."
Qin Yangyang propped her chin on her hand. "Okay, then let’s do the same as last time. If you lose, you have to wear a suit and be my chauffeur."
"Deal. And when you lose, you’ll jump rope in your underwear to lose weight."
"It’s a deal."
Qin Yangyang held out her pinky. "Pinky swear."
"Pinky swear."
"The bet is on," Qin Yangyang said haughtily.
"You still haven’t made good on our last bet, have you?"
"There just hasn’t been a good opportunity. Once your office renovations are done, I’ll definitely buy a secretary outfit and wear it for you."
"This is why I love betting with people like you—reckless, but you always keep your word."
While they were talking, the food Lin Jiang had ordered began to arrive.
Without a word, Lin Jiang threw a plate of meat onto the grill.
The SIZZLING sound instantly whetted Qin Yangyang’s appetite, making her gulp with craving.
Lin Jiang didn’t hold back, devouring the meat in large mouthfuls, which only made Qin Yangyang’s craving worse.
"Sure you don’t want a single bite?" Lin Jiang said, holding up a piece of glistening, golden-brown meat.
"Just one piece."
Qin Yangyang didn’t reach for her chopsticks, simply opening her mouth.
Lin Jiang brought the piece of grilled meat over with his chopsticks and fed it to her.
"That’s more like it. You should eat when you need to. Don’t torture yourself."
"I don’t care. You promised to help me lose weight. If I don’t, I’m holding you accountable."
"If it’s not successful, you can just crawl into my bed and leave me with no place to sleep."
"In your dreams."
After dinner, they naturally ended up back at Qin Yangyang’s place.
"So, what’s the workout for today? Am I jumping rope in a swimsuit again?"
"I think doing yoga in a swimsuit might be more effective."
"I knew you’d ask for something like that."
Qin Yangyang neither refused nor agreed. She simply turned and went back to her room.
When she reemerged, she had changed into a swimsuit and was holding a yoga mat.
"Well, since you’re already going this far, you might as well just change into the underwear now," Lin Jiang said with a grin.
"No way. You haven’t won the bet yet. We’ll talk after you’ve won."
Qin Yangyang spread the yoga mat on the floor. "Just you watch. I’m going to give you a real feast for the eyes today."
"Then I shall once again experience what it feels like to be King Zhou."
Grabbing a tablet and finding a yoga video, Qin Yangyang began her workout.
The peachy contours of her figure, along with that mysterious, unexplored territory, was a sight that could truly stir a man’s soul.
Lin Jiang was becoming thoroughly aroused, but he knew this couldn’t go on.
’She was all pre-sale and no after-sale service. Who could possibly stand that?’
’Still, she was putting on such a good show. He figured he’d let her lose a couple of pounds first.’
...
The next morning, Lin Jiang woke up to a strange game notification.
[The Vanguard Officer has been resurrected. Player, please be on guard.]
’Vanguard Officer?’
’Resurrected?’
