“You’re pregnant.”
Sitting in the pulsating, energetic bar, Mu Ci felt restless, the words from her doctor cousin echoing in her ears.
Qin Qiqi, dressed in an eye-catching, flashy outfit, nudged Mu Ci. “What’s wrong, babe? You don’t seem to be having fun.”
How could she possibly have fun right now?
Mu Ci replied listlessly, “It’s boring.”
“It’ll get interesting soon. A new batch of high-quality male models just arrived. Just wait!”
Qin Qiqi immediately took out her phone to arrange some fun for Miss Mu.
Mu Ci’s slender, pale fingers traced the rim of her glass, still unable to muster any enthusiasm. She just felt like she was having a streak of bad luck.
It was absurd enough that she’d slept with a stranger while drunk during a trip abroad to see an exhibition. But who would’ve thought she’d still end up pregnant even after taking emergency contraception?
Still, what’s done is done. The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became, so she decided to stop dwelling on it.
She changed the subject. “By the way, yesterday when I asked you to hang out, you said something happened at home. Is everything okay?”
Qin Qiqi kept her head down, typing on her phone. “It’s fine. My parents just like to make a big fuss. Nothing serious—just my uncle who lives abroad came back.”
“The one you call the God of Wealth?” Mu Ci teased.
The Qin family had a thriving business, but unfortunately, only Qin Qiqi’s grandfather had a head for commerce, successfully managing the family company.
Later, when Qin Qiqi’s grandfather was diagnosed with cancer, he stepped down and handed the company over to Qin Qiqi’s father, Qin Rui.
But Qin Rui was born to squander wealth. Every investment he made ended in losses, and he avoided anything profitable, eventually driving the company to the brink of collapse with a broken capital chain.
This infuriated Qin Qiqi’s grandfather so much that he nearly passed away.
Fortunately, the old man had foresight. Realizing early on that his “main account” was a lost cause, he and his wife made one last effort in their later years to create a “backup account.”
Just as the company was about to collapse, Qin Qiqi’s grandfather resolutely handed it over to the freshly graduated “backup account”—Qin Qiqi’s uncle, Qin Yan.
When Qin Yan took over the company, his sharp insight and formidable skills turned the tide, single-handedly reviving the Qin family business.
Later, realizing the potential of the gemstone and mining industry lay overseas, he ventured abroad alone to expand the market.
Through collaborations with several international luxury brands, he multiplied the Qin family’s market value several times over in just a few years, earning widespread admiration.
That’s why Mu Ci always joked that Qin Qiqi’s uncle was the God of Wealth incarnate.
“Yeah, the God of Wealth is back. Of course, the family has to give him a grand welcome.”
Mu Ci glanced at the crowd dancing energetically in the club and asked casually, “Hasn’t your God of Wealth been abroad all this time? Why did he suddenly come back?”
Qin Qiqi replied, “I found it strange too. Yesterday, I mustered the courage to ask my uncle. Guess what he said?”
“Hmm?”
“He said he came back to catch someone.”
Mu Ci found it amusing. “Who could it be? Important enough for the God of Wealth to personally return to the country to catch?”
“Who knows.”
As they spoke, Sister Hua’s enthusiastic voice rang out. “Boss Qi, Boss Mu, sorry to keep you waiting… Hurry up, all of you, follow me. Today, you boys will get to see what true beauty looks like!”
Seven or eight handsome, broad-shouldered, slim-waisted young men lined up in front of them.
Wow!
Today was definitely worth it.
On the second floor of Queen Bar.
A man leaned against the weathered metal railing.
Dressed in a dark suit, his sculpted, handsome features carried an air of refined elegance, exuding an aura of restrained allure.
He stood with one hand in his pocket, the other holding a glass of high-proof vodka. His cool, narrow eyes glanced downward, just in time to see a row of male models standing respectfully before the boss’s private booth.
Qin Qiqi’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
She bounced around like a monkey.
Beside her sat another person, blocked from view by the tall male models, making it impossible to see their face.
Only a glimpse of a pale pink skirt was visible.
Jiang Zihao leaned over and teased, “Hey, isn’t that your niece? Do you think she’d be so scared to see you inspecting the bar that she’d fall right off the sofa?”
Qin Yan withdrew his gaze and said casually, “I just happened to drop by. Why would I scare her?”
Jiang Zihao reached out and tapped his glass. “By the way, Yan, I still haven’t found the person you asked me to look into last time.”
“You gave me no name, no address, just an ambiguous sketch. With all the high-tech, mass-produced beauties online these days, it’s way too difficult.”
Hearing this, Qin Yan’s eyes darkened.
She really had some nerve. After sleeping with him, she didn’t even leave a word. The next day, she vanished without a trace, taking her bag with her.
If it weren’t for the stack of money left on the bedside table and the stain of red on the sheets, he would have thought he’d been with thin air.
Run, keep running.
Better hide well.
Don’t let him catch her.
“Whoa—”
Cheers and applause erupted from downstairs as a crowd egged them on: “Come on, come on, come on…”
Jiang Zihao looked down and laughed. “Yan, your niece and her friends are really going wild. They’ve even taken their clothes off.”
Qin Yan glanced over indifferently—
Three or four male models had taken off their shirts, revealing their toned muscles as they flexed their physiques.
A champagne cork popped with a bang.
The liquid splashed everywhere, some landing on the bare torsos of the male models, shimmering under the fluorescent lights. Qin Qiqi laughed so hard she trembled, reaching out to touch them.
Looking around, Qin Qiqi’s booth was clearly the liveliest spot in the entire bar.
His niece’s love for partying was nothing new, and he couldn’t be bothered to intervene.
Just as he was about to look away, one of the male models suddenly bent over—
The pale pink skirt came into view as a woman lounged lazily on the sofa, her red lips and fair skin glowing, a radiant smile on her face.
His fingers tightened abruptly. Qin Yan frowned, thinking he must be mistaken, and narrowed his eyes to confirm.
A moment later, the man’s lips curved into a smile.
It was a cold, mocking grin.
Hah.
He’d been searching for her all over the world, and here she was, flirting with male models in a bar.
His expression darkening, the man turned and headed downstairs.
Jiang Zihao hurried after him. “Yan, where are you going?”
Qin Yan loosened his tie, his thin lips uttering a few icy words: “To catch someone.”
“And break her legs while I’m at it!”
Author’s Note:
I’m not money, so I can’t please everyone.
The characters might not be perfect, but they’re definitely not a scumbag man and a cheap woman.
If you don’t like it, feel free to drop the story—no need to announce it. Writing isn’t easy, so I hope the beauties who dream of striking it rich will go easy on me.
Arranged marriage first, love later × A long-planned scheme.
Noble, god-like wealth magnet × A seemingly cold and glamorous beauty who’s actually emotionally slow.
Pure sweetness, no angst, just a little treat～ Welcome to the story! If you like it, add it to your bookshelf!