Chapter 346 Zhan Qi Pei Plans to Cry, Make Trouble, and Hang Himself
Chapter 346 Zhan Qi Pei plans to cry, make trouble, and hang himself
Lu Zijiao pulled a chair and sat down in front of Zhan Qi Pei, and spoke in a serious tone.
"I've thought about it carefully, or you can try a trick."
Zhan Qipei looked at each other with doubtful eyes.
Trick?
What tricks can Lu Zijiao have?
Under Zhan Qi Pei's waiting gaze, Lu Zijiao opened his mouth and revealed his ultimate trick.
"Cry, make trouble, and hang yourself. You must have never tried this before, right?"
Zhan Qipei retracted his gaze speechlessly and picked up the documents on the table again.
Sure enough, he shouldn't expect Lu Zijiao to come up with any decent solution.
Lu Zijiao saw that the other party ignored him and moved closer to Zhan Qi Pei.
"I'm not kidding you. This method will definitely work. If this doesn't work, you can try jumping off a building, or go into the ICU. It's a bitter trick, do you understand?"
He paused and continued talking.
"Anyway, there is always a way that suits you. When my parents quarreled, my mother would cry, fuss, and hang herself. My father couldn't do anything to her, so he had no choice but to follow my mother's orders."
Zhan Qipei glanced at Lu Zijiao indifferently, and opened his thin lips.
"Do you think of me as your mother?"
Lu Zijiao let out a "tsk" in disgust, stood up again and started walking towards the door.
"I've already given you an idea. Whether you want to try it or not is none of my business."
He left the office without looking back, hands behind his back.
The office returned to calm again, with only Zhan Qi Pei and Tang Yan alone.
Zhan Qi Pei was silent for a long time, thinking about the feasibility of the method Lu Zijiao told him.
Qiao Jing seems to have a soft-spoken character, and if he makes a fuss like this, his wife may temporarily give up the idea of divorcing him.
Anyway, you can delay it as long as you can. If he gets sick or is in the ICU, his wife will definitely not drag him out of bed and take him to go through the divorce procedures.
In that case, Lu Zijiao's method is indeed worth trying.
Zhan Qipei turned to look at Tang Yan and said something coldly.
"Do you think I should jump off a building?"
Tang Yan was startled by these words, and immediately became speechless.
If he were a character in a comic book, he would have had several speechless lines sliding down his forehead.
But he couldn't help but answer Zhan Qi Pei. He was stuck for a long time before he figured out how to answer, and smiled stiffly.
"Boss, you have learned to joke."
Although he didn't think the joke was funny at all.
Zhan Qipei's expression became very serious and his voice became darker.
"You have worked with me for so many years, and you know that I never joke."
After thinking about it carefully, he felt that Lu Zijiao's method was feasible, and he had already begun to prepare a plan in his mind.
After Tang Yan saw Zhan Qi Pei's serious expression, his heart suddenly thumped and cracks appeared on his face.
"Boss, are you really planning to jump off a building?"
Don't tell him that his boss is serious.
Zhan Qipei nodded, his dark eyes gradually getting darker.
"I'm thinking about it now."
Holy shit!
Tang Yan couldn't help but cursed silently in his heart.
Does his boss really have this idea? Is he really serious about it?
When he was listening to Lu Zijiao's suggestion, he felt that it was not reliable at all. In the end, his boss not only listened to it, but also took it seriously?
His brain automatically came up with the scene of Zhan Qi Pei crying and acting coquettishly in front of Qiao Jing, and then jumping off a building to seek death and survival. He instantly shuddered and got goosebumps all over his body.
That scene was simply unbearable to look at. If others saw it, their understanding of Zhan Qi Pei would definitely be subverted.
But Tang Yan still wanted to keep his job and couldn't express his thoughts directly, so he had to smile stiffly.
"Haha, boss... you decide for yourself..."
He really couldn't give any advice on this kind of thing.
Zhan Qipei withdrew his gaze and focused on the documents again. He immediately started working on his work and had to go home in time to implement the plan.
After getting off work at noon, the first time Zhan Qipei returned home was to prepare to go to the kitchen to cook.
But before he took a few steps, he smelled the aroma of rice coming from the dining table.
Zhan Qipei raised his long eyebrows and quickly walked to the kitchen, where he found Qiao Jing walking out carrying dishes.
When Qiao Jing saw Zhan Qi Pei coming back, he paused and prepared to continue bringing the dishes to the table.
"You're back? Let's eat."
Zhan Qipei's thin lips pursed into a straight line without an arc, and his long, smoky eyebrows tightened.
He took a few steps forward, quickly took the plate from Qiao Jing's hand, and placed it on the table.
After completing this series of actions, Zhan Qipei strode back to Qiao Jing and reached out to hold the woman's waist.
"I told you before I went out that I would cook all the meals in the future. Besides, the injury on your foot hasn't healed yet. You're walking back and forth. What if it gets worse?"
Qiao Jing looked down at her swollen ankle. Feeling helpless, she put her hand on the man's chest and pushed him away.
"It's almost okay. It's not that serious. I can still cook a meal."
She gave herself acupuncture last night and is almost healed.
Zhan Qipei took a look at the woman's ankle and saw that it was indeed not that swollen, but he was still unwilling to let go and insisted on helping the woman to sit on the chair.
Qiao Jing had no choice but to let him help her walk a few steps.
While eating, Zhan Qi Pei was thinking about the first step of his plan.
Hunger strike.
But this hunger strike does not mean skipping meals completely, otherwise his physical strength will definitely not be able to keep up. His plan is to reduce his food intake by more than half.
When Qiao Jing was halfway through his meal, he found that the man sitting opposite him actually put down his chopsticks.
There was still more than half of the rice in the man's bowl uneaten.
Qiao Jing frowned, and before she could ask, the man had already stood up.
"You don't want to eat?"
Zhan Qipei said "hmm" and held the rice in the bowl, intending to pour it out.
Qiao Jing looked at Zhan Qi Pei in confusion, her brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and a hint of displeasure flashed in her cold eyes.
"You can't waste food, or do you want to lose weight again?"
This is completely different from Zhan Qipei's daily appetite. It can even be said that it has dropped significantly, which is really strange.
And there is so much rice left in the bowl, it would be a waste to pour it out.
Zhan Qipei paused and put the bowl back on the table.
"No, I just have no appetite and don't want to eat."
Qiao Jing's eyes fell on the bowl, then looked at the man, and thought about how to deal with it.
"Then I'll get you some hawthorn for appetizer."
Zhan Qipei shook his head and looked at Qiao Jing pretending to be distressed.
“I really can’t eat anymore.”
This is also one of the bitter tricks. His wife should feel sorry for him, right?
But in fact, what Qiao Jing feels distressed about is rice.