Inside the car, with no other people around, Qin Yunxi became even more unrestrained. He directly—
"No!"
Caroline stopped his hand, preventing herself from being naked in front of him.
"Mr. Qin, I—"
"No!"
"I'm not broken up yet!"
Caroline struggled free.
Qin Yunxi's pupils were filled with burning desire, like a lustful wolf. "Now, hit it."
Caroline pulled up the clothes that had been pulled down to her arms and leaned back. "I like him, and I don't want to break up with him."
Qin Yunxi: "—"
What? Was she teasing him?
Didn't she ask him out because she agreed to sleep with him?
The man's eyebrows slightly raised. "What do you mean?"
Caroline didn't answer. With a dejected expression, she opened the car door and got out.
Qin Yunxi froze for a moment, then also got out, following behind the woman.
Caroline walked and walked, along a vast expanse of rapeseed flowers, to the bank of a babbling stream.
She stopped, picked a rapeseed flower, and plucked its petals one by one.
Qin Yunxi stepped forward and hugged her from behind. "What's wrong? Something on your mind?"
Caroline sighed deeply but didn't speak.
Qin Yunxi was stirred up by her, and his protective instincts as a man kicked in. He asked again, "Tell me, maybe I can help you solve it?"
Caroline turned, pulling the man's hand, her bright, star-like eyes full of probing. "Even if it's just using you, would you still be willing to help me?"
Qin Yunxi smiled. "When men and women are together, isn't it for mutual use?"
"You covet my power."
"I covet your beauty."
Each taking what they need, he saw it quite clearly.
—
Cristino watched Du Ruoxin leave in the police car, unable to stop her.
If this were Europe, no one would dare treat him like this.
But this was Country A, and he didn't have the final say in everything. Conforming to local customs and keeping a low profile were basic principles for foreigners in Country A.
The police asked him a few perfunctory questions and then drove away.
Cristino's eyes, filled with ferocity and calculation, stared into the distance like a leopard.
Rong, Jing, Yang!
His fingertips creaked.
Soon, very soon, he would be able to make Xin'er willingly marry him and become his wife.
What kind of worldly matters, what kind of blood ties, he didn't care!
Trevor felt his master's anger and his heart trembled. "Master, I'll go..."
Cristino interrupted, "Summon Rong Cheng."
Trevor was a little slow to catch on. Did his master mean he wasn't going after Miss?
He quickly responded, "Yes," and called someone to kidnap Rong Cheng.
Half an hour later, at a certain resort villa.
Rong Cheng sat on the sofa, neither uneasy nor flustered, calmly brewing tea.
On his way to Jin Rong International Hotel, his car was hit, and he was taken away.
When he learned that the other party was Cristino, Rong Cheng was not worried at all.
"Squeak—"
The door to the tea room was pushed open, and a figure exuding an aura of killing intent walked in. He was decisive, his joys and angers controlling the economic lifeline of the entire world.
"Mr. Rothschild, I've been waiting for you." Rong Cheng smiled.
He raised his hand, lifted the pot, and elegantly poured him a cup of tea.
Cristino had learned the tea ceremony to understand Du Ruoxin, but at this moment, he had no mood to slowly savor tea with an insignificant person.
"Do you like Xin'er?" Cristino asked directly.
Rong Cheng's hand stroking the teapot trembled: "..."
Cristino continued, "Rong Jingyang considers you a brother, yet you want to sleep with his wife."
"Does Rong Jingyang know about this?"
A fleeting panic flashed in Rong Cheng's eyes, but quickly, having undergone special training, he returned to normal, revealing a social smile. "What do you mean by that?"