The bodyguards scattered in all directions to search for the person. Quan Yuchen furrowed his brows tightly, his dark eyes filled with sharpness and ruthless determination.
Around him, many women cast infatuated and eager-to-try glances, which only deepened his disgust.
“Uncle.”
A soft, baby-like voice made him pause mid-step as he was about to leave.
He turned around. A little girl with twin ponytails was looking at him with a soft, delicate expression.
Quan Yuchen lowered his gaze to her. This little girl was the same one he had seen just five minutes ago.
“What is it?”
Nan Qiqi licked the ice cream cone in her hand and thought gloomily: Was this uncle being so cold to her because he didn’t like her?
She was the invincible, adorable Nan Qiqi—everyone loved her!
“Uncle, I got separated from Mommy. Can you use your phone to call her for me? I’ll give you this ice cream cone, okay?”
Quan Yuchen looked at her aggrieved expression and, strangely, felt something in his heart soften.
He had always disliked children. Even with Quan Ziting at home, he had only managed to reach the level of not disliking him.
But this little girl in front of him had actually stirred a trace of compassion in him.
He took out his phone, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a woman not far away pushing a suitcase and paying at a store counter.
His eyes instantly turned cold, and a thin sneer appeared on his lips.
Heh. That kind of woman was nothing special. She even used her child just to strike up a conversation.
He put his phone away and turned to leave.
Nan Qiqi, not understanding what was happening, widened her eyes. How did the handsome uncle she had almost gotten just… fly away?
In her anxiety, she grabbed onto Quan Yuchen’s sleeve.
“Uncle…”
Her sticky little hand, smeared with melted ice cream, clutched onto his high-end custom black coat.
Quan Yuchen suffered from severe mysophobia. Instantly disgusted, his emotions flared violently, and he subconsciously shook her off.
“Let go!”
Nan Qiqi was pushed to the ground and froze completely.
Her grape-like eyes filled with mist as she looked at Quan Yuchen, then at the ice cream that had fallen on the ground.
“Waaah…”
Nan Wanwan noticed the commotion and quickly ran over.
“Baby? What happened?”
“I… uncle… fell…” Nan Qiqi sobbed, unable to form a coherent sentence.
Nan Wanwan helped her up and quickly pulled wet wipes from her suitcase to clean the dirt off her.
“Sir, can you explain what happened?”
Quan Yuchen’s expression remained cold. Looking at the woman standing up to confront him, the faint guilt he had felt vanished almost entirely.
“A woman using a child to seduce men, pretending innocence to shirk responsibility.”
Nan Wanwan smiled instead. “Sir, I don’t understand what you’re saying. Bullying a child and not even apologizing—can’t you even say sorry? And this isn’t even the first time.”
Quan Yuchen let out a cold laugh.
Yes, it wasn’t the first time.
Just minutes ago, the little girl had deliberately bumped into him. Wasn’t it just to get his contact information?
His eyes instantly filled with deep irritation. As expected, all women in the world were the same—desperate and calculating just to get attention.
He didn’t want to waste another second on them and turned to leave.
Nan Qiqi cried even harder.
Nan Wanwan’s heart ached for her daughter encountering such a man, and she called after his back.
“Hey, sir, do you even know how to spell the word ‘politeness’? Can you at least say ‘sorry’?”
Quan Yuchen turned back.
His long, dark eyes were unfathomably cold as he walked step by step toward her.
The pressure of his presence forced Nan Wanwan to instinctively step back.
With a clatter, her leg accidentally knocked over the suitcase, spilling several items onto the ground.
Among them was a very eye-catching magazine cover.
Quan Yuchen narrowed his eyes.
“Shameless woman. Put away your little tricks. I am not someone you can get.”
Nan Wanwan glanced down.
On the cover of Financial Times was a strikingly handsome man with a cold expression, as if the world owed him billions. It was none other than the man in front of her.
The culprit Nan Qiqi silently lowered her head.
Nan Wanwan bent down, pretending to clean up the mess to hide her speechlessness.
“I also happen to collect books by the great physicist Einstein. Does that mean I’m hopelessly in love with him?”
She picked up the magazine—and a stack of photos slipped out from between the pages, scattering right in front of them.
Nan Wanwan’s lips stiffened.
She was really going to lose her mind.
Quan Yuchen narrowed his eyes further, word by word grinding out through clenched teeth:
“So it turns out… you’re in love with me to the point of obsession. Even secretly collecting so many private photos of me!”