The Billionaire's Mischievous Sweetheart

"You damn fool, you’re really tired of living, aren’t you? Daring to pluck hair from the tiger’s mouth? Hmm!?" Qiao Junlie’s voice was overcast with anger. Let him die!

"Pain... it hurts! ... Qiao Junlie... let... let go!" Murong Jun begged.

Listening to the intermittent pleas from the other, Qiao Junlie snorted coldly without concern. But their proximity was so close that he could even feel the orchid-like breath of the other.

"Murong Jun, I’m telling you, if you dare provoke me again, don’t blame me for turning against you!" Qiao Junlie warned fiercely. Then, he released his grip on the chin but didn’t let go of the hair, leaving Murong Jun struggling to keep his face upward, afterward Qiao Junlie playfully slapped his cheeks left and right in a mocking release of anger, "With your quality, you dare challenge me here?! Damn! Murong Jun, go home and take a piss and look in the mirror. Want to imitate the tiger? You’re far from it!" After a pause, he continued to threaten, "Remember forever, the position of your boss was given by me, if one day I’m unhappy, your good days will end. Go back and reflect properly! Don’t damn touch my mood here!"

With that, he flung him away, releasing him.

Murong Jun’s face was dark but in the pitch-black elevator, nobody could see his embarrassed look. However, shortly after, the embarrassment disappeared and was replaced by a satanic evil and reckless smile.

Murong Jun touched his handsome cheek and smoothed his torn long hair, slowly returning to his usual composure and elegance.

"Qiao Junlie, earlier... I offended you, sorry!" Murong Jun put away his playful attitude, speaking solemnly. Now, he rested quietly against another side of the steel wall, hugging one knee, resting silently.

"Hmm!" The other snorted. He didn’t have anything else to say, perhaps the anger from earlier had calmed. Qiao Junlie also leaned against the other steel wall, slumped down, with arms stretched and head hanging.

"Sorry, are you not mad, Qiao Junlie, actually..." Murong Jun said observantly, although he couldn’t see the state of the other, he could feel, hesitated, then continued in a faint tone, "... I have never forgotten your kindness to me, you don’t need to remind me... honestly... you have been helping me... I am truly grateful in my heart..." At this point, he paused. He wasn’t sure if the other would truly listen to what he said, he was a bit doubtful.

Sure enough, after a cold laugh, the other spoke.

"Oh! Haven’t forgotten, huh? Then this is how you repay me?" Qiao Junlie asked disdainfully, following with an inch of sarcasm, "Damn! Stop pretending and preparing to sell yourself to me?! Ridiculous!"

Though Qiao Junlie said this, there was one thing he was certain of, he believed Murong Jun hadn’t betrayed him, he was still very loyal, and somehow, he could feel it. But one thing needed correction, his manner was too evil! Too lewd! It’s fine with others, he didn’t care. But used on him, damn it, it’s seeking abuse and death!

On the other side, not to be outdone.

"I already sold myself to you, my esteemed Young Master, didn’t I? Haha." Murong Jun mischievously changed the situation into a beautiful prank! Then, praised, "I truly envy you, Miss Zi, she is so beautiful and gentle!" Before Qiao Junlie could get angry, Murong Jun added deliberately, smirking, "When will good things happen? Qiao Junlie, I’ll send you a big gift!"

Hmm! This old fox!

"I think it’s unnecessary, please spare me the trouble, I would thank heaven for that!" Qiao Junlie replied coldly. He understood Murong Jun too well, don’t mention sending gifts, not taking a cut from you is a blessing! Maybe, something more formidable, hiding behind waiting to stab you, Murong Jun could shamelessly do that too. But this point remains to be seen. Drawing conclusions now is too early!

In any case, this person is a dangerous talent! Both needing to utilize him for work and preventing unforeseen troubles!

The two of them complimented each other mutually. No real words, but mockery and praise were genuine.

Inside the fully dark elevator, the two talked back and forth, seemingly both waiting for their strength to recover, after a while, the air went silent. Neither spoke again, resting a while longer.

Heavy footsteps stomped to the elevator, suddenly a light streaked through the dark space, that person pressed at the place of the alarm device in weak light. Then couldn’t help cursing quietly.

"Qiao Junlie, what kind of CEO’s exclusive elevator is this? So easily kicked apart!" Murong Jun asked, turning his cheek towards Qiao Junlie still slumped on the ground. Then chuckled lightly, "I think it’s a piece of crap!"

Upon hearing this, the other snorted.

"Damn it! Even the strongest iron plate can withstand your kind of abuse?" Qiao Junlie replied coldly.

Oh... seems to make some sense.

"So what now?" Murong Jun asked while shining his phone light, checking everywhere around the door up and down, left to right. Until he found no flaws, it seems this CEO’s exclusive elevator security system is indeed not great, but the seal system is airtight.

Qiao Junlie was about to reply. Suddenly a series of "bang bang~ bang bang~~" vibrations occurred. He was sitting on the floor, his body trembled numb all over! It turned out Murong Jun was forcefully kicking the elevator door.

Damn!

"Are you an idiot!" Qiao Junlie cursed furiously. Unexpectedly this guy looked smart and with manners, but did such foolish things! Damn it, if you’re going to die, do it yourself, don’t drag him down as a scapegoat.

Upon hearing the curse, Murong Jun stopped kicking. Turned back, but said no words.

"Would you kindly calm down and stop?" Qiao Junlie said disgustedly.

As soon as the words fell, Murong Jun pondered briefly, suddenly laughing evilly. Then abruptly stopped.

"Qiao Junlie, how do you expect me to calm down? If you were a woman, I’d rather stay longer, we would do something more meaningful..." Murong Jun said with an evil smile. Before finishing, promptly interrupted by the other.

"Damn it!" Qiao Junlie swore. With his expression hidden, unclear how grim it appeared.