The butler, seeing Master Qin and Madam's friend chatting "intimately," wisely slipped away, leaving them space.
Before leaving, he noticed the melon seeds, peanuts, and snacks on the table were almost finished.
The butler thoughtfully ordered more to be brought, along with expensive wine and an essential oil lamp to soothe the nerves.
"How about it, a bet?" Qin Yunxi saw Grace frozen, released her, and asked again.
In the Rong family's mansion spanning over a thousand square meters, he couldn't find another young person at this moment.
With the long night ahead, rather than chatting with an old man and an old woman, he might as well make do with Grace.
At least—
She wasn't so ugly as to be an eyesore.
Besides, he also needed to prevent Grace from going to Du Ruoxin and causing trouble for Rong Jingyang, hindering Rong Jingyang from enjoying his beauty.
"A bet?"
Grace blinked.
Imagining Qin Yunxi in women's clothing, dancing on a pole, the scene...
Tsk, tsk, tsk!
Sister Xin...
She hadn't heard any fighting or things being thrown earlier, so she should be fine?
"A bet!" Excitement and eagerness flickered in Grace's eyes. "If Sister Xin's expression looks terrible later, you'll wear a bikini and dance on a pole!"
As if not satisfied, Grace raised the stakes. "You'll dance in People's Square!"
Qin Yunxi: "————"
This woman harbored a deep resentment towards him, as if they were sworn enemies?
He had merely spat at her, and that was only after she spat at him first. Why?
Besides that, he truly hadn't done anything else.
Qin Yunxi was utterly perplexed as to why Grace held such immense animosity towards him.
Seeing Qin Yunxi hesitate, Grace raised an eyebrow and provocatively asked, "What, you're scared?"
Qin Yunxi chuckled lightly and picked up his wine glass. "What is there to be afraid of?"
But immediately, the man looked at her with a wicked smile, his dark pupils filled with anticipation. "And if you lose?"
A joke, how could she possibly lose?!
Qin Yunxi had never seen Du Ruoxin angry. Her fury was an absolute tempest, one that even Cristiano couldn't handle.
The moment Qin Yunxi saw Grace's confident expression, he knew this young girl had never been in love, a complete child.
Tsk!
He said with a half-smile, "Like when you first saw me, speak a little gentler, and give me a massage for half an hour."
"Number of times: three."
"Whenever I want it, you'll give it."
Grace: "..."
It wasn't particularly difficult, but—
"Hm?" Qin Yunxi also provocatively tilted his chin.
Grace's breath hitched. "Deal!"
[Qin the Scum, just wait to wear a dress and dance on a pole in People's Square!]
[I'll record the entire thing and post it on Douyin, Facebook, and TikTok, letting the whole world see the charming and alluring appearance of you, the chairman of Qin Group!]
[Hahahahaha—]
She could almost imagine how much the stock price of Qin Group would plummet once the video was released.
Qin Yunxi also smiled more meaningfully than a woman.
He gestured to the wine glass on the table and said, "Cheers."
—
Outside Yunhu International, at a high-end coffee shop.
Ai Wei sat alone on the sofa, looking lost and shocked.
After a long, long while, she covered her face with her hands and began to cry softly.
She recalled meeting Rong Jingyang here an hour or two ago.
Ai Wei had prepared her emotions, thinking he would feel sorry for the red finger marks on her face. Unexpectedly, he took out a card and gave her two choices.
One: The card contained ten million yuan, as remuneration for her care during this period.
Two: He would arrange a high-end job for her, but overseas.
In other words, Rong Jingyang's intention was...
Either she take the money and leave, or disappear from Du Ruoxin's sight forever.
Looking at the man's cold and heartless face, Ai Wei broke down.
Her tears flowed more fiercely.
Her heart ached so much it was almost suffocating.
She looked at him, crying incredulously, "Rong Jingyang, I almost lost my life for you."
"For you, I learned acupuncture, massage, and nutrition."
"And you trample on me like this?"
"Rong Jingyang, you are so cruel!"
Perhaps, the woman's tears were like red-hot iron brands searing his eyes, and Rong Jingyang finally felt a shred of pity. "You... can also stay."
Ai Wei looked at him with tear-filled eyes.
Rong Jingyang averted his gaze, his voice hoarse. "Du Ruoxin has a bad temper, don't provoke her."
What did he mean she shouldn't provoke Du Ruoxin?
Ai Wei's tears flowed like a breached dam, akin to Meng Jiang Nü crying at the Great Wall. "It's not me provoking her!"
"I went to pick up a pre-ordered bag just now, and Du Ruoxin also fancied it."
"So I asked the sales assistant to wrap it up and give it to her."
"From beginning to end, I spoke kindly and dared not utter a harsh word."
"And the result?"
"Du Ruoxin slapped me without any reason."
"Rong Jingyang, don't you know how bad her temper is?"
"How can such a woman be worthy of you?"
Rong Jingyang: "..."
He knew Du Ruoxin had a bad temper, which was why he was compensating Ai Wei.
However, it was clearly counterproductive.
"You should leave," Ai Wei said, turning her back, her voice trembling. "I know I'm overestimating myself and can't afford to provoke Du Ruoxin."
"But I'd rather die than live so miserably!"
Then, he truly left.
Hearing the sound of the wheelchair fading away, Ai Wei panicked.
She wanted to hold Rong Jingyang, to beg him to protect her. She wanted to call out to him not to leave, that she couldn't live without him...
But a sense of powerlessness, as if falling into an abyss, enveloped Ai Wei.
She was in danger now.
She couldn't afford to make a single wrong move, or she would lose everything!
Calm down, she needed to be calm and think carefully about how to completely keep Rong Jingyang.
He did have feelings for her, Ai Wei could feel it.
It was just because of Feng Linwan...
Sitting on the sofa, Ai Wei's mind was filled with various schemes and stratagems, but they all intertwined, like a tangled mess with a knot.
She couldn't untangle them, couldn't figure out a concrete method.
She sat there for several hours.
Until the coffee shop was about to close, and the waiter asked her when she was leaving.
Ai Wei dazedly paid the bill, but accidentally brought out a business card with a gold border.
"Miss, you dropped something," the waiter called out to her, handing her the card.
Cristiano?
Ai Wei thanked him and left the coffee bar, clutching the card.
Sitting in the car, without thinking, she dialed Cristiano's number.
"Ring, ring—"
The call connected quickly. Ai Wei cleared her throat and said, "Mr. Rothschild, I'm Ai Wei. Can we meet?"
Cristiano had just been bailed out of the police station by his special assistant and a high-ranking official. He was in a very bad mood.
The official had repeatedly warned him not to cause too much trouble.
This was Country A, not Europe.
If there were any further public order issues, it would be difficult for the official to explain.
Cristiano's face was fouler than stinky tofu. He couldn't go to Rong Jingyang's house to cause trouble tonight.
But Xin'er...
Just then, Ai Wei called.
"Where are you?" he asked.