"You scoundrel, I don't need your help, let go of me."
"If you don't let go, I'll call for help."
"Help! Someone's being a pervert!"
Li Bingqing struggled in panic and indignation.
However, Song Qiao's grip only tightened.
"Go ahead and shout if you dare. My people are all over this shooting range."
Besides, everyone in the shooting range knew their relationship.
They all thought it was just a lovers' quarrel and deliberately stayed away.
Exerting all her strength, Li Bingqing found herself utterly unable to break free.
Li Bingqing's face turned as red as if it could bleed, her teeth gritted, and she grudgingly lowered her voice.
"There are too many people here, you, you at least find a secluded place..."
"Please, I don't want to do this in front of others."
At least.
Li Bingqing still had her reputation to consider.
If anyone saw this, she, the dignified Miss Li, might as well die on the spot.
Hearing this, Song Qiao burst into laughter.
"I was just kidding, did you think I was serious?"
Song Qiao wasn't some horny pervert.
How could he possibly do something like that in broad daylight?
"Or, are you actually looking forward to it!"
"You... you're shameless!"
Her beautiful eyes widened, speechless.
Thinking about the past few days, Li Bingqing was truly terrified.
As a martial artist, her physical stamina was astonishing.
Even now, she still found it difficult to move freely.
Even in anger, the beautiful woman remained captivating.
"How am I shameless?"
"I'm quite protective of a lady, how about we make a bet."
"You, what do you want?"
Li Bingqing glared at him venomously.
She absolutely did not want to bet with this guy.
As if by some magic, every time Song Qiao proposed a bet, he always won!
"I'll give you one chance."
He pointed to the target board beside them, "Let's bet on who shoots more accurately."
"If you can beat me, I'll give you three days off, how about that?"
"Shut up!"
Li Bingqing was about to go insane with this man.
Her anger almost made her lose her mind as she snatched the gun and pointed the muzzle at Song Qiao.
Looking at the furious woman, Song Qiao smiled slightly and said in a teasing tone.
"What's wrong, planning to murder your husband?"
"No, don't say that, who is your husband!"
Trembling with rage at Song Qiao's hooligan behavior,
Li Bingqing gritted her teeth and threatened.
"If you say that again, I'll shoot!"
"Oh, have you forgotten I'm not afraid of guns?"
Song Qiao said with a smile, it seemed this woman had completely lost her reason.
Upon hearing this, and recalling Song Qiao's lightning-fast moves, Li Bingqing's face turned pale again.
Realizing she could not threaten her enemy at all.
Desperate, Li Bingqing turned the gun towards herself.
"Even if I can't kill you, you won't get me either!"
With that, she pulled the trigger.
*Click!*
However, the sound of a bullet firing did not follow.
Song Qiao toyed with the gun that had almost taken her life, and said with a half-smile.
"You're a wild little cat, aren't you? Unmanageable."
"Give me back my gun!"
Tears welled up in Li Bingqing's eyes.
She couldn't even die.
Her fate was completely controlled by someone else.
"You are my woman now."
The pistol spun rapidly between Song Qiao's fingers.
The next moment, he exerted force.
Iron filings rained down.
He had crushed the pistol into scrap metal!
"If I don't let you die, how can you just die, hmm?"
"You'd better think carefully about your situation."
Hearing this, Li Bingqing fell silent, her head lowered, tears still welling in her eyes.
Song Qiao walked over to her, cupped her chin, and forced her to look up.
Their eyes met. Li Bingqing tried to avoid his gaze, but their faces drew closer and closer.
"I, I'm sorry... I know I was wrong."
Understanding that even her life and death were not her own, she could only bow her head and admit fault.
However, she secretly swore that one day she would trample Song Qiao under her feet.
Today's humiliation would be repaid a hundredfold!
"That's more like it."
He smiled and let go.
Song Qiao's gaze softened.
"Let's go, I'll take you to a store and buy our Miss Li some clothes I like."
Li Bingqing put on a submissive demeanor, her eyes dim, not wanting to say a word.
"Welcome, are you here to buy clothes for your wife?"
As they entered the luxury boutique,
the sales assistant mistook them for a couple. Seeing the alluring Li Bingqing, she flattered them profusely.
"Your wife is truly radiant, anything she wears will look beautiful."
"She's fortunate to have a husband like you."
Hearing this,
Song Qiao glanced at Li Bingqing and, seeing her still somber expression, teased.
"She's not my wife."
The sales assistant's face grew awkward, and she quickly corrected herself.
"A sister? Or..."
"At most, a mistress."
Li Bingqing's face flushed, and she seethed with anger.
It was one thing for him to say this in private, but to do it in front of others...
"The clothes here are quite nice."
Unable to outwardly retort, Li Bingqing scanned the surroundings and said coldly.
"I thought you, a country bumpkin, would take me to buy clothes that cost tens or hundreds of yuan."
Seeing their seemingly strained interaction, the sales assistant discreetly stepped back.
A mistress?
Where would a mistress dare to speak to a man like that?
Their relationship was truly peculiar.
"I want to try this one."
After browsing, Li Bingqing was about to pick out an outfit.
But Song Qiao's next words made her teeth ache with renewed hatred.
"I don't like this one."
"Pick something else."
The sales assistant was confused.
"I told you, I brought you here because I want to buy clothes that I like to see you wear."
Song Qiao's tone was indifferent, but anyone could hear the contempt in his words.
"So, change it."
"You..."
Li Bingqing was about to flare up, but Song Qiao's next words completely silenced her.
"Don't forget your current identity."
Ordinarily, Song Qiao wouldn't care about their bickering.
But since his goal was to tame her, he had to be firm in matters like this.
To let Li Bingqing know who was in charge!
Li Bingqing fell silent, turned, and tried on several outfits as Song Qiao requested.
"Miss Li is truly a vision of beauty, these outfits suit you very well."
Song Qiao nodded slightly, then leisurely dropped a sentence.
"I'll give you a chance to pick one you like."
Li Bingqing understood the implication.
What I give you is yours.
What I don't give you, you cannot take!
Her eyes welled up. In Song Qiao's heart, she was perhaps only slightly better than a pet.
Cherishing this opportunity, she carefully selected a pair of women's leather boots.
"Pack this one up for me too."
Just as she was about to take them, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and snatched the boots away.
"Sales assistant, I'll take these boots!"
Arrogantly, without the slightest regard for Li Bingqing.
"Shi Juan..."
Seeing the smug face, Li Bingqing's expression faltered.
It was someone she knew!