"My Lord!"
Lin Xuanyao, sitting in the driver's seat, felt a chill run down his spine.
Damn, Madam is truly—
To death!
But at the same time, Lin Xuanyao felt a flicker of excitement. Facing such a dramatic, unpredictable wife, My Lord was truly pitiful.
Hahahaha—
He wanted to laugh, but he could only hold it in.
Du Ruoxin smudged for a long time, only leaving in a huff after confirming that her lipstick, foundation, and mascara were all smeared on Rong Jingyang's face.
Their eyes met for a second.
"Pfft—"
She doubled over with laughter.
"Hahahaha—"
Her stomach hurt from laughing. "Rong Jingyang, you look like a ghost."
The man was not in a good mood, his face as dark as ink.
Catching sight of her pathetic state, he said dismissively, "You're even uglier!"
Uglier than the witch in the movie.
Du Ruoxin snorted, "Don't talk about me, brother. Neither of us looks particularly good."
Rong Jingyang: "..."
They glared at each other, unable to stand the sight of one another.
Du Ruoxin harbored resentment for his overbearing behavior, but seeing herself reflected in his eyes, unique and full of character, she curved her eyebrows and said coquettishly, "Mr. Rong, can you let go of me now? It hurts so much, my hand is almost broken."
Rong Jingyang paused and indeed released his hand.
Du Ruoxin rubbed her reddened wrist. Suddenly, a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes. Her fingertips slowly traced up his chest like a seductive enchantress. "Mr. Rong, why did you rush to find me?"
"Are you worried about me?"
Du Ruoxin leaned close to his ear, her palm feeling the powerful beat of his heart. She pressed down, her fingertips circling gently. "Has your heart moved for me?"
—
Qin Yunxi followed them to the hotel and saw Du Ruoxin, already made up, preparing to dance with a man.
Hiss—
He gasped, his eyes widening.
No wonder Old Yang was so anxious and rushed here without regard for anything else.
If his wife dressed so alluringly and provocatively, and stayed among a group of wolf-like men, he would also be uneasy!
After watching the couple leave, Qin Yunxi retracted his surprised gaze.
He couldn't follow them to watch Old Yang and his wife flirt, but since he was here, he might as well have a drink before leaving.
Qin Yunxi picked up a glass of red wine, his gaze, like that of a leopard, searching for women in the room.
Suddenly, his attention was fixed on a stunning beauty with a voluptuous figure.
Fiery, alluring, and full of charm!
Qin Yunxi walked towards her. "Miss, are you looking for someone?"
Caroline had seen Rong Jingyang take Du Ruoxin away. She had intended to stop him, but before she could get close, they had already disappeared.
This man—
Seeing Rong Jingyang's ferocious expression, would they start fighting?
Caroline was a little worried.
Just then, a man of extraordinary charm, so handsome it made one's heart flutter and want to have a fling with him, appeared before her.
Caroline smiled sweetly. "Then can you tell who I'm looking for?"
Qin Yunxi extended his hand and said with a roguish smile, "Let me divine it... Hmm... He must be riding a colorful cloud, holding a bouquet of roses... He is handsome, dashing, and possesses an extraordinary aura..."
As he spoke, Qin Yunxi, like a magician, produced a bouquet of roses from his other hand.
Caroline was startled. "Wow~"
Is this man, whose handsomeness drives people mad, a magician?
Taking the roses, she playfully chided, "I've never met a man who praises himself so highly."
Qin Yunxi hooked his lips and bowed courteously, inviting her. "Beautiful lady, if you would grace me with a dance, you will find that I am even better than I just described."
Caroline took a step back, raising her chin proudly. "What if I refuse?"