"Passport? It's here, in my bag." Li Mengxiao immediately rummaged through her bag, and after a long search, looked up in dismay, "Where's my passport!"
Xia Qingtian turned to the French man and spoke in French, "My friend's passport is missing. Could you please hand it to me so I can confirm the information?"
Upon hearing Xia Qingtian's words, the man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and handed the passport to Xia Qingtian, replying with a smile in French, "That's great. I have a bit of face blindness, especially with foreigners. I was going to hand it in at the hotel lobby if it wasn't yours."
Xia Qingtian lowered her head and opened the passport to confirm Li Mengxiao's identity information.
Seeing Xia Qingtian conversing eloquently with the man, Cheng Feiran's face had long since turned extremely displeased. With a cold snort, she turned and left, casting a fierce glare at the French man before she went.
The man, suddenly glared at, was somewhat puzzled. "Did I do something impolite?"
"No, you didn't do anything impolite. She probably has low blood pressure because she hasn't had breakfast yet." Xia Qingtian glanced at Cheng Feiran's retreating back before speaking to the French man again, "This is indeed my friend's passport. Thank you very much."
"You're welcome. Um... perhaps it's a bit forward, but... could I get your contact information?" the French man asked Xia Qingtian, "My name is Jean Ringor, I am..."
"Do you believe in fate?" Xia Qingtian interrupted the man's words and asked.
"What? Fate? I, I believe." After saying that, the French man burst into laughter again, covering his beautiful brown eyes with one hand. "Sorry, I don't really believe it."
"I do," Xia Qingtian said with a smile. "If we meet again somewhere else, I'll give you my contact information, how about that?"
Without waiting for the man to say anything further, Xia Qingtian curved her lips into an elegant and distant smile. "Thank you again for your kindness."
"You're welcome. I wish you a pleasant stay in Paris." The French man could only wave goodbye and turned to leave.
After the man left, Li Mengxiao looked at Xia Qingtian and asked curiously, "What were you just talking about?"
"Just thanking him for finding your passport." Xia Qingtian handed the passport in her hand to Li Mengxiao. "Keep it safe this time, don't lose it again."
"Okay~" Putting her passport back into her bag, Li Mengxiao murmured in surprise, "That's strange, I clearly put it away..."
"Let's go, let's take a stroll." Xia Qingtian extended her hand to Li Mengxiao.
"Okay~" Li Mengxiao replied sweetly, taking Xia Qingtian's hand as they walked out. The two quickly forgot about the little interlude.
Meanwhile, the French man, who hadn't gotten Xia Qingtian's contact information, bumped into an elite figure dressed in a woolen coat and a suit as he stepped out of the hotel. He immediately apologized, "Excuse me."
The other party seemed to be in a hurry and paid no attention. Just as he was about to leave, he saw four burly men, all over six feet tall, emerge from nowhere and apprehend the French man with lightning speed.
Immediately, one of them took a wallet from the French man's lower back and threw it back to the elite figure he had just bumped into.
The elite figure held his wallet, still looking dazed. The French man had already been taken away by the four strong men.
"You better be careful, my jacket is expensive!" the French man, being led away, couldn't help but say, "And my hairstyle! Be careful!"
Ignoring the man's complaints, the strong men stuffed him into a low-key luxurious business van parked on the side of the street.
"What a bunch of brutes!" the French man complained after being stuffed into the car.
Supporting himself, the man looked up along a pair of buckskin boots and saw an elegant and beautiful lady looking down at him with interest.
"Oh! Isn't this the esteemed Madame Camille~" the man didn't get up, but rather gave a rather comical bow, "Have you deigned to leave your estate?"
"Jean, when will you ever mature?" Madame Camille looked troubled.
Even though the Ringor family was a well-known financial predator in the area, it was baffling that Jean Ringor was such a troublesome rebellious boy.
Jean Ringor shrugged indifferently, propped himself up with one hand on the seat beside him, and clumsily got up. He settled back into the seat, picked up a pair of pure gold cutlery, and said while admiring them, "Aunt Camille, letting me on your car like this, aren't you worried..."
"Don't worry, when we get back to the estate, I'll have someone give you a thorough bath. Unless you've hidden it in your rectum, we'll find it." Madame Camille glanced lazily at the pale-faced Jean Ringor. "Of course, if you can hide it in your rectum, I wouldn't mind giving it to you."
"Can't... can't we skip the intermediate process..." Jean Ringor looked at the sharp cutlery in his hand gleaming menacingly, his mouth twitching slightly.
Madame Camille did not answer directly, merely raised her eyebrows with authority.
Jean Ringor immediately understood Madame Camille's meaning, chuckled dryly, returned the cutlery to its original place, and raised his empty hands high.
Turning his head, Jean Ringor saw Xia Qingtian and Li Mengxiao walk by the car window. He immediately stood up, wanting to rush out of the car to get their contact information. As the car door opened, a large hand from outside the car forcefully pushed him back inside.
"Hey! That's so rude!" Jean Ringor protested, his shoulder hurting from the impact. "I'm not running away, I'm just..."
"Give up struggling. You won't be leaving my sight before the banquet ends." Madame Camille took a sip of the fragrant red wine in her glass and said, "Drive."
As Madame Camille's words fell, the business van started and drove off in the opposite direction of Xia Qingtian and Li Mengxiao.
"I'm not trying to escape! Aunt Camille, I have something else to do! I am..." Jean Ringor watched Xia Qingtian get further and further away, anxiously explaining, "My fate!"
"Pfft, you believe in fate? Don't make me laugh, Jean. Your lying skills have regressed quite a bit." Madame Camille said.
"I'm not lying, really!" Jean Ringor said anxiously. "A woman, a beautiful Eastern woman."
"Oh, a woman," Madame Camille's tone was perfunctory and casual, as if she was listening to your nonsense.
"Ahhh!" Jean Ringor ran his hands through his hair frantically. He looked back and saw that Xia Qingtian's figure was completely gone. He could only lament in his heart: When will I see you again...