My Wife Is a Superstar novel Chapter 225

Ning Ran could tell that Feng Minsheng wasn’t getting away from Qiao Zhan anytime soon.

Ning Ran had witnessed Qiao Zhan’s capabilities before. He was an extremely experienced fighter – not even ten of Feng Minsheng’s weak self stood a chance against him.

Everyone watched as Qiao Zhan escorted Feng Minsheng into the black Jeep with a friendly look before the car drove off.

“Let’s go back to work! I’m sorry for distracting everyone!” Ning Ran apologized as she waved her hands, indicating for everyone to return to their jobs.

Since the perpetrator had been brought away and there was nothing left to entertain them, everyone went back to work.

In the Jeep, Qiao Zhan inched closer to Feng Minsheng. “Do you really not recognize me?”

Feng Minsheng should have recognized Qiao Zhan, since Feng Minsheng had already been captured by him twice.

“No, I don’t. Who the hell are you?! This is kidnapping!” Feng Minsheng roared.

Qiao Zhan waved a hand. “Don’t make a mountain out of a molehill. We’re friends, aren’t we? I just wanted to have a chat with you. You’re not a woman, either, so why should I kidnap you?”

“This is kidnapping! What the hell are you up to? Let me go!”

“Don’t worry. Once we’re done talking, I’ll let you go!” Qiao Zhan said as he threw his arm around Feng Minsheng’s shoulders.

Qiao Zhan brought him to an underground billiard room. Pointing at the table in the room, he asked, “Do you know how to play?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to,” Feng Minsheng said, annoyed.

“Let’s just play one round. We can chat as we play,” Qiao Zhan beckoned his underlings to set up the table.

“I said no.” Feng Minsheng was still being stubborn.

“Play. You better do what I tell you to.” Qiao Zhan’s voice dropped a couple of degrees.

“I said, n-”

Feng Minsheng hadn’t finished talking before he felt the lash of a cue stick across his back.

“What the hell are you hitting me for?”

Right after that, the cue stick landed on his head.

“I was giving you a chance. I told you, you better do whatever I tell you to do. Since you don’t wanna play, you’ll be my entertainment, instead. Do you want to play or do you want to be the toy?” Qiao Zhan asked.

“I-”

Feng Minsheng was being slightly more complacent after getting beaten up again.

Qiao Zhan passed the cue stick to him, and all Feng Minsheng could do was take it.

“Are you any good?” Qiao Zhan asked Feng Minsheng.

Still fuming, Feng Minsheng didn’t answer.

“In order to make it seem less like I’m bullying you, let’s make this a fair game. If I get a ball in, I can ask you a question. If you get a ball in, you can ask me a question. How’s that sound?” Qiao Zhan asked.

“Sure.” Feng Minsheng thought it sounded pretty fair.

“Please, be my guest.” Qiao Zhan indicated for Feng Minsheng to start first out of courtesy.

“You first,” Feng Minsheng said.

“Okay.”

Qiao Zhan started immediately and got two balls in right off the bat.

“Okay, that’s two questions for me. You have to answer truthfully, or else, you’ll have to eat this ball,” Qiao Zhan said.

Feng Minsheng was regretting his decision. If he’d known that Qiao Zhan was that good, he’d have gone first.

“First question. What are your motives for getting close to Ning Ran?” Qiao Zhan asked.

“I like her and she likes me. We’re dating,” Feng Minsheng said casually.

“Liar. The Young Mistress doesn’t like you. You think I can’t figure that out? Do you think I’m an idiot or something?” Qiao Zhan swung the cue stick once more as he spoke.

Feng Minsheng wanted to retaliate, but he held himself back. “I’m being honest, but you don’t believe me. What am I supposed to do?”

Feng Minsheng was speechless. How am I supposed to score when you’re giving me that much pressure?