Chapter 77 - CEO, please let me go!
“Let go of me! Let go! I won’t run, okay?! I’ll follow you, alright?! Just let go of me now!”
Since leaving the lift, Pei Ge was unable to extricate herself from Ji Ziming’s tight grip. Thankfully, it was lunchtime and no one was at the office lobby.
“Hmph! Can’t you understand me?!” Pei Ge stared at the stone-cold face of Ji Ziming, who was refusing to let go of her hand.
Pei Ge used to think that Ji Ziming’s handsome features were good to look at but, today, at such proximity, she could only feel frustration.
Ji Ziming glanced at Pei Ge and responded to her words by tightening his grip on her wrist even more.
He could not explain why but he did not want this woman to disappear again now that she had finally appeared in front of him.
The two struggled like this with each other all the way from inside the elevator and within the lobby to outside the company building.
“What are you getting worked up about?” Ji Ziming asked, not understanding why Pei Ge was getting angry.
“What ‘worked up’?! Get those people to let go of that woman now! She’s pregnant, you know?!” Pei Ge said fiercely.
“So what?” Ji Ziming asked flatly as he gave Pei Ge a cold look.
‘So what’?!
Pei Ge looked at Ji Ziming in disbelief, unable to understand why he could utter such inhumane words.
“Do you think that the child in her stomach should not appear?” Pei Ge looked at the woman still struggling outside the car, and although her voice was calm, her eyes were filled with suppressed anger.
“That has nothing to do with me,” Ji Ziming replied coolly with one of his brows raised.
“Heh heh… Nothing to do with you, huh?” Pei Ge gave a soft laugh as her eyes filled with sarcasm.
It was then that Ji Ziming found that something was amiss with the woman next to him.
“You dare say that it has nothing to do with you? How did she get pregnant, then! If you could control your lower half, would she be pregnant now, you jerk?!” Pei Ge yelled angrily at Ji Ziming and stared at him with eyes like daggers.
Hearing Pei Ge’s words, Ji Ziming frowned. “What are you trying to say—”
Before he could finish his question, he was interrupted.
Pak! A clear, sharp sound echoed in the car and, following this, the atmosphere inside it became suffocating.