Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 725: Chapter 714 Threatening Qiao Jing

Qiao Mengtong glanced down at her coffee-stained dress and quickly averted her gaze.

Right now, she couldn’t care less about that, her sole focus was on seizing the mobile phone from Qiao Jing’s hands.

She didn’t know how that bitch Qiao Jing managed to erase her album and transfer it to her own phone, but those photos absolutely couldn’t be exposed!

Seeing that Qiao Jing had already left her seat, Qiao Mengtong hurriedly got up, reaching out to snatch the phone again.

Qiao Jing casually sidestepped, easily dodging Qiao Mengtong’s hands and causing her to lunge at nothing several times.

"Don’t bother wasting your energy."

She didn’t even need to move much to easily evade; Qiao Mengtong would definitely end up face-planting if she kept this up.

Biting her lip, Qiao Mengtong saw that no matter what, she couldn’t catch Qiao Jing’s hand; provoked by that remark, she lunged with her whole body at the other woman.

If she could just tackle Qiao Jing, she could take the phone!

Qiao Jing rolled her eyes in disbelief, quickly stepping back several paces.

It seemed that Qiao Mengtong really wouldn’t turn back until she hit a wall.

Just as Qiao Mengtong flung half of her body out, confident of victory, she saw Qiao Jing retreating several steps back.

Flailing desperately with her hands, she managed to stabilize her body in an utterly ridiculous pose, using her hands to support herself off the floor.

But her sunglasses had fallen off, and her coffee-soaked clothes started to cling tighter.

Suddenly, a man at the next table seemed to recognize Qiao Mengtong.

"Isn’t that the woman who shot the coconut juice ad at the beach?"

The woman sitting next to the man, his wife, pinched his ear hard upon hearing this.

"Whether she is or isn’t, how dare you watch such eye-watering ads? That woman’s name is... Qiao Mengtong, right? She’s just out to make a spectacle of herself, always skirting the edge!"

Overwhelmed with embarrassment, Qiao Mengtong covered the cloth over her chest and clumsily stood up from the ground.

She walked briskly to where Qiao Jing stood and said through clenched teeth:

"You actually transferred these pictures! Delete all of them now! Otherwise─"

She was cut off before she could finish, by Qiao Jing.

"Otherwise what? What can you do to me? What are you going to threaten me with?"

She had already deleted all the photos of Qiao Mengtong she had taken and now held leverage over her.

She wanted to see what Qiao Mengtong could possibly use to threaten her.

Stumped by Qiao Jing’s triple-barreled question, Qiao Mengtong stood frozen, staring dazedly at the other woman.

Yeah... right now, it seemed she really couldn’t do anything to Qiao Jing.

After all, her photos were not only deleted, but her past photos were also erased by the other party, who copied a set, now holding it over her as leverage.

Qiao Jing curled her lips into a smile, pocketed the phone, and just watched Qiao Mengtong.

Teeth itching with rage, Qiao Mengtong gritted in annoyance.

She couldn’t beat Qiao Jing in a fight or an argument; she had even been blackmailed by her! And the Zhan family was fiercely protecting Qiao Jing.

She just didn’t understand what was so good about that bitch Qiao Jing.

But now, being blackmailed by Qiao Jing, she dared not speak too sharply for fear that Qiao Jing would expose those pictures.

Clenching her fists tightly, Qiao Mengtong feigned a look of defeat.

"Then what do you want before you’ll delete my photos?"

Qiao Jing raised her eyebrow slightly, looking at Qiao Mengtong with a smirk. noveldrama

"You’ve already said it."

Startled by Qiao Jing’s statement, Qiao Mengtong was taken aback, not immediately grasping her meaning.

After a while, she remembered her earlier request to delete the photos, all of those words about kneeling down to apologize in public, slapping herself, and admitting she was a "cheap person" smashing the table and more.

She clenched her fists so tightly that her flesh deeply embedded into her own skin without her even realizing it.

Qiao Mengtong concocted in her mind a scene of her kneeling before Qiao Jing, begging for mercy.

Just the thought of that image made her entire body tremble as she looked at Qiao Jing.

"Does it have to be here?"

She should never have chosen this coffee shop with the highest foot traffic, where so many people were gathered; if she kneeled now, she would surely be seen by many, maybe even recorded on video!

Qiao Jing nodded expressionlessly, her red lips parting slightly as she slowly uttered four words.

"Reap what you sow."

All of this was chosen by Qiao Mengtong herself, and it had nothing to do with her, including the choice to do it in a coffee shop crowded with people.

The schemes Qiao Mengtong had painstakingly devised never accounted for being completely overturned; she would never be the one to end up embarrassed.

Qiao Mengtong eyed the onlookers around her, struggling frantically inside.

No! She couldn’t kneel to Qiao Jing in this place!

She set her face in a defiant expression towards Qiao Jing.

"I won’t kneel!"

Qiao Jing nodded thoughtfully and took out her phone from her pocket.

"Since you’re unwilling, I’ll just send it out; I’ve already given you a chance."

It was not that she was overly aggressive, but there was no need to show mercy when dealing with scum like Qiao Mengtong.

This punishment was light enough, nothing more than letting the wicked suffer the consequences of their actions.

If it weren’t for the fact that she didn’t want to carry out a more severe punishment before the birth of her three children, Qiao Mengtong’s fate would have been even more miserable than it was now.

Qiao Mengtong glanced at the people around her, squatted down to pick up her sunglasses from the ground, and put them back on her face.

After a long internal struggle, she finally clenched her teeth and kneeled in front of Qiao Jing.

"I’m sorry."

Qiao Jing watched Qiao Mengtong impassively, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"And then?"

She wouldn’t let Qiao Mengtong off so easily.

Qiao Mengtong forced her hand to move stiffly to her face, raising it.

But as her hand was about to strike her face, she hesitated.

Seeing this, Qiao Jing unlocked her phone, pulled up some photos, and laid them out in front of Qiao Mengtong.

As soon as Qiao Mengtong saw them, her hands began to tremble uncontrollably, yet she still refused to slap herself.

Qiao Jing pursed her red lips and switched directly to a social media app, preparing the images.

She raised her finger over the send button, poised to press it down.

Scared, Qiao Mengtong began to slap her cheeks relentlessly, her voice quivering as she said:

"I am the cheap one, I am the failure, I am the cheap one!"

Those photos absolutely could not be exposed! Her only livelihood now was in the entertainment industry, earning money by shooting small commercials.

If those photos were exposed, not only would she be blacklisted, attacked by netizens for a lifetime, but she would also lose any chance of landing advertisements and would be utterly ruined!

Without uttering a word, Qiao Jing took a seat on another chair, looking down at Qiao Mengtong from her elevated position.

While slapping her face, Qiao Mengtong realized that she and Qiao Jing had formed a dynamic where one was high above and the other lowly beneath.

She was furious inside, yet she dared not show any dissatisfaction.