After Letting My Guard Down, I Got Trapped by a Yandere CEO - Chapter 29:

Chapter 29: A Boyfriend Who Comes to You—Do You Want Him or Not?

Jiang Zhao: “?”

Ye Qianyun: {rubs hands} Hehe, there’s something I need your help with. Just come to Jinling first, and I’ll explain later.

Jiang Zhao instinctively wanted to refuse, but remembering that he still owed this guy a favor, he could only agree reluctantly.

After a company retreat, taking a day off was basic common sense. Once the bus arrived back at the company, everyone went their separate ways. Jiang Zhao, however, was dragged by Qin Lingxue toward the nearest mall.

Once there, she confidently walked over to two claw machines and said coolly, “Catch one for me.”

Clearly, Miss Qin was no longer satisfied with the giant teddy bear at home.

“But we’re not short on money. Why not just buy a couple instead?” Jiang Zhao asked, confused.

Hearing that, Qin Lingxue glared at him with displeasure, raised her fist, and threatened, “I told you to catch one. Don’t think that just because you’ve been promoted you can defy me now, man.”

Hmph, how could a store-bought toy compare to one caught by her man?

Qin Lingxue could easily fill an entire room with plushies if she wanted—but what she really wanted was one he caught for her.

Jiang Zhao could only comply. He walked to the coin machine, scanned the code, and soon a clinking sound followed as fifty coins dropped out.

Carrying a full basket of coins, he confidently approached a pink pig-themed claw machine and began inserting coins.

Though he’d never played this kind of game before, with fifty tokens, surely he could win at least a few toys.

With that thought in mind, Jiang Zhao carefully positioned the claw over a protruding pink pig, pressed the button, and watched as the claw gripped its butt perfectly. As it lifted… the claw loosened, and the pig fell.

“…”

Feeling Qin Lingxue’s skeptical gaze from the side, Jiang Zhao cleared his throat and said awkwardly, “A miss is normal. Machines like this are usually rigged. Don’t worry—I just need to warm up.”

Five tokens… ten… thirty… forty…

Finally! He was down to his last coin. Total plushies caught: 0.

Nervously, he inserted the final coin and hit the button.

This time, as if some hidden switch had been triggered, the claw held on tightly and delivered the plush toy to the prize chute.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhao was ecstatic. He wrapped his arms around his wife and showed off proudly, “Did you see that, Xue’er? I did it!”

Qin Lingxue pushed him away in annoyance. “It’s just a toy. Look how excited you are.”

Then she crouched and pulled the pink pig from the machine, hugging it with satisfaction.

After catching the toy, the two wandered around the mall a bit more. Instead of returning to Bihui Bay Villa, they headed toward the Qin family’s ancestral home.

When she heard Jiang Zhao was going to Jinling, Qin Lingxue didn’t even hesitate to tag along. There was no way she was letting this mutt out of her sight.

Last time he went to Jinling, they almost broke up. This time, she was going no matter what.

Since she was heading to Jinling, someone had to manage the company. That’s when retired Old Qin had to step up.

As the sky darkened and traffic eased, the streetlights on either side flickered on, casting a warm glow.

Knowing the two would be visiting, Madam Zeng had already prepared a lavish dinner. Old Qin, on the other hand, sat sulking on the couch.

After dinner, just as Jiang Zhao was about to gleefully follow his wife back to her room, Qin Hongyun quickly blocked him with an extended arm, pointed to the guest room on the first floor, and said with a stern look, “You’re sleeping there tonight. No objections, right?”

Jiang Zhao’s face fell. But seeing his father-in-law’s intimidating glare, he could only nod and obediently head to the guest room.

Seeing this, Qin Hongyun burst into a satisfied chuckle.

Brat! I let you get away with sleeping with my daughter when I wasn’t home, but now that I’m here? Forget it!

“Enough grinning, go to bed already. Don’t you have work at the company tomorrow?” Madam Zeng yawned, smacking his head lightly as she sauntered upstairs to the master bedroom—still graceful and charming.

“Yes, dear!” Qin Hongyun followed her up eagerly, giggling, “Wife~ it’s been a while since we did that thing… how about tonight…?”

“The durians we bought yesterday… they’re still around, right?”

“Huh? Yeah… why?”

“Good. Go kneel. You’re not allowed to get in bed until you kneel for an hour.”

“…Yes, ma’am.”

As the master bedroom door closed, Jiang Zhao peeked his head out of the guest room. Seeing the coast was clear, he tiptoed up to the second-floor bedroom and knocked gently.

A cool voice responded from inside, “What is it?”

Jiang Zhao chuckled softly and whispered, “CEO Qin, do you want a boyfriend who delivers himself to your door?”

“No.”

“What if it’s a freshly showered boyfriend?”

“…Come in.”

The door quietly opened.

Jiang Zhao’s face lit up. Like a flash, he slipped inside and locked the door behind him.

Under the bright lights, Qin Lingxue was already wearing a sexy camisole nightdress. Her soft, supple thighs were fully exposed, drawing a hungry gaze from the wolf in front of her.

Wearing only a pair of shorts, Jiang Zhao jumped into bed and wrapped his arms around her slim waist. Just as he was about to make his move, she said calmly, “I’m on my period. Behave.”

Only then did Jiang Zhao notice the faint pain between her brows. He stopped, his voice softening, “Let me massage it for you.”

“Mm.”

He slid his hand gently beneath the thin fabric and placed it on her flat lower belly, slowly and tenderly rubbing it.

Feeling the warmth of his palm, Qin Lingxue relaxed a little, curled her legs around Jiang Zhao’s waist, and nestled into his chest.

…

The next morning, Jiang Zhao was awakened by a cold breeze.

When he opened his eyes, Qin Lingxue was already gone—but the bed still carried her unique scent.

As he walked out of the room, he bumped into Father Qin, who had just woken up.

Seeing Jiang Zhao coming from his daughter’s room, Qin Hongyun froze. Then fury filled his face as he snapped, “You little bastard! You dared sneak into my daughter’s bed last night?! See if I don’t beat the crap out of you today!”

“Dad, it’s a misunderstanding!”

Startled by his rage, Jiang Zhao turned and bolted downstairs.

Hearing that word “Dad,” Qin Hongyun became even angrier and roared, “Who the hell are you calling Dad?! I ain’t your dad! If you’ve got guts, don’t run! I swear I won’t hit you!”

From the kitchen, Qin Lingxue walked out wearing an apron. Seeing her father chasing Jiang Zhao around, she frowned and said coldly, “Old Qin, put the slipper down.”

Frozen mid-throw, slipper in hand, Qin Hongyun’s expression eased slightly, “You misunderstood, daughter. I was just messing with Little Jiang.”

“I said. Put the slipper down.”

Hearing that icy tone, even the high-and-mighty Qin Hongyun had no choice but to drop the slipper. He glared at Jiang Zhao, then slumped onto the sofa with a huff.

This so-called padded jacket wasn’t just leaky—it was practically blowing cold wind at her own father now.