“Little Ci, hurry up and try it, the abs feel absolutely amazing!”
Qin Qiqi had already felt them thoroughly and quickly pulled her best friend over to experience it too.
Mu Ci raised her beautiful eyes slightly, her cool gaze sweeping over the row of vibrant and handsome men in front of her. Suddenly, she thought of that person.
If compared… that little gigolo’s physique could easily outshine everyone here.
“You’re the boss, so as long as you’ve experienced it, that’s enough. I’m just here for the fun.”
“Come on, it’s a waste not to touch.” Qin Qiqi pulled her friend’s hand and rubbed it against one of the male models.
“…”
Hmm, the texture wasn’t bad. Mu Ci rubbed it a couple more times.
The young male models had never seen such a stunning beauty before, and they all eagerly crowded around.
“Sister, look at me. My abs are the real deal.”
“Feel my arms. I lift weights every day.”
“They all say I have a waist like a wolf. Little sister, see if it’s true!”
The two were instantly surrounded.
Qin Qiqi was so overjoyed she couldn’t tell east from west, her hands wandering everywhere.
Mu Ci wasn’t as uninhibited as Qin Qiqi, but she was helplessly trapped in the crowd.
The bar’s lighting was ambiguous and alluring, her view blocked by nothing but pale, rippling… muscles.
“Make some room…”
Feeling a bit stifled, Mu Ci tried to push the person in front of her.
Her fingertips suddenly brushed against a texture that felt different.
The muscles were firm and taut, the powerful lines so pronounced she could feel the restrained strength even through his shirt.
Hiss… not bad at all.
Mu Ci grabbed it again.
“Enjoying it?”
A man’s low, magnetic voice fell, teasing her ears.
Hiss… the voice wasn’t bad either.
Mu Ci looked up with a bright smile.
The next second, the man reached out, grabbed her slender wrist, lifted her, and carried her horizontally in his arms, striding out of the bar.
Mu Ci felt the world spin. After two seconds of processing, she raised her hand to hit him—
“You like touching so much? I’ll let you touch all you want tonight.” The man said expressionlessly.
That voice…
Mu Ci froze, looking up. Her gaze traced the man’s prominent Adam’s apple, down to his sharply defined jawline…
And finally to that face so handsome it defied belief.
“You…”
Mu Ci covered her mouth in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief.
How was this possible? Had the gigolo from abroad returned to the country?
Could he really be here to catch her over those few thousand yuan she paid?!
She hadn’t had much cash in her wallet at the time, but she’d given it all to him. She’d even had to ask the hotel front desk to pay for her taxi with a card.
“Surprised to see me?”
Qin Yan carried her outside the bar and set her down beside a car.
Mu Ci’s upper body pressed against the cold car window. She forced a dry smile and asked, “You… need something from me?”
The man didn’t answer. Instead, he glanced down at her lips, reddened from the drink, and uttered just two words: “Get in the car.”
Mu Ci: ??
Only a fool would get in under these circumstances. She turned to slip away to the left.
Qin Yan anticipated her move, blocking her with his right hand against the car window. When she nimbly tried to go right, he blocked her again.
The man leaned in closer, his narrow eyes half-squinted, radiating danger. “Still dare to run?”
Mu Ci was firmly trapped between his arms, staring into his deep, consuming gaze.
Instantly annoyed, she retorted, “Who are you? You tell me to get in the car and I just do? I don’t even know you!”
The man sneered. “Don’t know me?”
“…”
“Who was it that whimpered in pain all night and clung to me?”
“Who was it that scratched my back raw?”
He spoke slowly, word by word. “And who was it that tied my eyes with a necktie?”
“…”
Just shut up already.
Mu Ci covered her face in shame and indignation, then dropped her hands the next second, meeting the man’s gaze directly:
“We’re both adults, can’t we be more open-minded? It was just an ordinary fling, no need to make a big deal out of it, right?”
Qin Yan’s eyes darkened.
Ordinary?
Hah, it seemed he had been too gentle with her.
He shouldn’t have softened just because she cried. He should have gone harder, made her unable to get out of bed the next day!
“What if I insist on making a big deal out of it?” The man pressed his tongue against his cheek, asking with a roguish smirk.
Fine, if it’s about money.
Mu Ci reached for her bag, then froze: “…Name your price, I’ll go inside to get my bag.”
Qin Yan stared at the woman’s bright, captivating eyes, wanting to bite her to death.
She really fucking thought he was a gigolo!
“Alright, go get it. One billion,” he released her.
“…” Mu Ci gasped sharply: “Is your gun studded with diamonds? You might as well go rob a bank!”
One billion.
Even robbing several banks wouldn’t be enough.
Qin Yan sneered: “That’s my price. Can’t afford it? Then repay me another way.”
With that, he pulled open the passenger door, shoved her inside, and locked it.
Mu Ci angrily slapped the window: “This is kidnapping! Is there no law in broad daylight? My best friend will notice I’m missing soon, she’ll call the police!”
Meanwhile, the bar was bathed in seductive lighting.
Qin Qiqi was feeling a bit lightheaded from the alcohol and the atmosphere.
Her gaze drifted hazily to the side, slowly registering: “Hey… where’s my best friend?”
A young, fresh-faced male model leaned over: “Boss Mu? I saw her leave with a man.”
“What man? One of you?”
The male model shook his head: “Didn’t seem like it. He was tall and handsome, way more impressive than any of us.”
“Must be a high-class male model then…”
Qin Qiqi hiccupped, muttering: “When did she call for one? Didn’t even let me take a look, so inconsiderate.”
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By now, Miss Mu, waiting for Qin Qiqi’s rescue, had come to terms with reality.
If she waited for that heartless Qin Qiqi to save her, she’d probably be devoured clean before help arrived.
In critical moments, she had to rely on herself.
She straightened up, subtly glancing at the man in the driver’s seat.
Driving a car worth eight figures, with a face that could topple nations—this was no ordinary gigolo.
This was a high-class, expensive gigolo.
This was going to be tricky.
Her slender, pale fingers reached for the window button—
“The windows are locked.”
The man stared straight ahead, his profile sharp and defined.
“…”
Did this bastard have eyes on his ears?
Mu Ci took a deep breath, speaking calmly:
“I definitely can’t come up with one billion. You said I could repay you another way. Tell me, what way?”
A faint smile touched the man’s brown eyes as he turned the steering wheel, pulling the car over to the side of the road.
When he turned to look at her, his expression had returned to impassive, his low, magnetic voice striking Mu Ci directly.
“Nine o’clock tomorrow morning, the Civil Affairs Bureau.”