Yuji Motohiro’s Quartet says: Confessions are for children; adults should just seduce.
The first step of seduction is to abandon humanity, which basically involves three tactics: become a cat, become a tiger, or become a dog drenched in the rain.
Wanqing’s mind was buzzing with sparks. Could Qi Yan’s actions be considered a heroic rescue of a beauty?
The man’s image instantly grew taller and more imposing in her heart!
However, she never expected that the film and television city was also his property.
The Qi family truly lived up to their reputation as real estate tycoons. With such vast wealth and influence, the ticket sales and venue rental income from the film and television city alone amounted to hundreds of millions per month.
She looked at him, her smile captivating.
“Second Master, what brings you here?”
Didn’t he say he was very busy?
The man’s trousers were impeccably straight, and his every movement exuded an elite, superior, and dignified aura.
Yet his tone was icy cold.
“To exercise my rights as the client.”
“…”
The rich second-generation heir, who had been clamoring for a fight moments ago, recognized the newcomer and nearly collapsed to the ground, his legs trembling.
“Yan… Yan Second Master.”
Qi Yan’s eyes were cold and detached. He took a pair of black gloves and a small silver knife from his bodyguard. The sharp blade gleamed menacingly under the cold moonlight.
Looking down from above, he slowly and deliberately ran his thumb over the edge of the knife.
His gaze casually swept over the person on the ground, yet it evoked an inexplicable sense of dread, sending chills down their spine.
Eerie, yet serene.
Utterly ruthless and cold.
The rich second-generation heir tensed every nerve, sweat pouring down his forehead. With a heavy thud, he knelt on the ground.
“Second Master, I didn’t know she was your woman. I was blind and reckless. Even if you gave me a hundred times the courage, I wouldn’t dare compete with you for a woman.”
The rich second-generation heir trembled all over, never expecting that a woman would lead him to provoke someone he shouldn’t have.
That was someone even the entire circle of the powerful dared not offend.
In the eyes of a powerful family like the Qi family, his small family was nothing more than a minor player. Crushing him would be as easy as stepping on an ant!
Moreover, he had heard many rumors about this Yan Second Master. On the surface, he appeared gentle and refined, but deep down, he was said to be mad—ruthless enough to cripple his own uncle without hesitation, though no one knew the depth of the grudge between them.
It was said that he personally drove the car that caused the accident, and to this day, his uncle remained confined to a wheelchair.
Thinking of his family’s already precarious business, the rich second-generation heir crawled to Qi Yan’s feet and begged, “Second Master, please spare me. My mouth was foul. I’ll slap myself; I wouldn’t dare dirty your hands.”
With that, he began slapping his own face frantically.
He slapped himself for who knows how long, until his face had lost all sensation of pain.
Then, from above, he heard Qi Yan’s derisive chuckle.
“Why are you so scared? Did you think I was going to chop off your hands?”
He was a reasonable man and disliked such vulgar methods, yet he continued wiping the knife in his hand.
“I’m a businessman, not a gangster.”
If he hadn’t said this, it might have been better. But his words only made it more chilling, and the rich second-generation heir was on the verge of fainting.
If given a choice, he would rather offend the real underworld of the capital, the Fu family. At worst, he’d be beaten up by Fu Si Yu’s men, but he’d survive.
But once he offended this crown prince of the Qi family, his entire family would be doomed!
The bodyguards chimed in from the side, “That’s right, our Second Master is a law-abiding, upstanding citizen—a refined gentleman!”
Half a minute later, the rich second-generation heir was taken away by the police.
Reason: Harassing a beautiful woman on the street.
Truly the way of a refined gentleman.
Once the police car had completely disappeared from sight, the beautiful woman who had just enjoyed the show, under the watchful eyes of the bodyguards, weakly collapsed into the arms of the refined gentleman.
She reached out a small hand to smooth his tie, her voice soft and coquettish.
“Second Master, I feel dizzy.”
Qi Yan let her lean against him, his gaze lingering on the tip of her foot that had just kicked someone, his brow lifting ever so slightly.
“Weren’t you quite capable just now? Falling so quickly?”
Without a second thought, she replied, “How could I compare to Second Master’s capabilities?”
The bodyguards and driver stifled their laughter.
Qi Yan removed his gloves and tossed the knife to a bodyguard behind him.
With a calm and composed expression, he pulled the tie she was toying with from her hand and said slowly, “Let’s go, I’ll take you back.”
Wanqing lowered her gaze, her interest waning as she withdrew her hand.
“My stomach hurts, I can’t walk. I need a hug.”
Under the lamplight, her eyelashes were long and thick, making her look like a pitiful, aggrieved little bundle.
Qi Yan quietly watched her delicate, almost boneless wrist, glowing with a soft white under the dim light.
The dizziness was real, and so was the stomach pain.
“How do you want to be hugged?”
She looked up at him, her clear eyes filled with anticipation.
“I want… the kind like a princess carry.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, one hand landed on her waist while the other slipped beneath her knees.
“Such a delicate thing.”
Her body lifted lightly, and sure enough, he had picked her up.
It really was a princess carry!
A triumphant smile curled at the corner of her lips as her slender wrist naturally wrapped around his neck.
“Second Master, you were absolutely dashing tonight, towering at 190 centimeters!”
As she shifted, her clothes rode up, revealing a slender waist so delicate it seemed as if it could be snapped with a pinch.
The man freed one hand and subtly tugged her clothes down a bit.
“192.8 centimeters.”
It was rare for him to explain such trivial matters with such patience.
Wanqing gazed at him with an innocent, surprised expression, shifting her angle to continue praising him.
“Impressive!”
“CEO Qi truly lives up to his reputation in finance—his sensitivity to numbers is unparalleled, the best in all of Beijing!”
The man’s cool gaze swept over her face before drifting to the hands of the watch on his wrist.
It was late.
He leaned down, his lips nearly brushing her forehead, and whispered softly, “Teacher Wan, you’ve put on quite a show today.”
Feeling his breath so close, Wanqing buried her face against his chest, like a well-behaved kitten nestling in his arms.
“Too much? There’ll be even more in the future.”
Step one: become a cat—check!
Her triumph didn’t last long before she was tossed into the back seat of the car.
The driver turned around respectfully to greet her, “Good evening, Miss Wan.”
Wanqing instantly assumed an elegant sitting posture, smiling politely in return, “Good evening, Driver.”
“Oh, and Driver, you don’t need to follow the GPS. It takes a detour. Just go straight through the traffic lights, turn left, and there’s a small path. Enter from there, and you’ll reach the back gate of Star Sea Cloud Court. Drop me off there—I live in the innermost building.”
The driver grinned, “Got it!”
Wanqing: “Thank you for the trouble, Driver.”
Wanqing chatted away with the driver, not once glancing at Qi Yan, unaware that he was quietly watching them converse.
Wanqing continued chatting, “Driver, what should I call you?”
The driver said while driving, “CEO Qi calls me Old Xu, so you can just call me that too.”
Wanqing seemed to be in a good mood, “Alright, Old Xu. I think we’ll probably see each other often in the future, just call me Wanqing.”
Before Old Xu could say “okay,” Qi Yan suddenly spoke.
“Call her Miss Wanqing,” he said in a rather unpleasant tone, coldly, “Be quiet.”
The two immediately fell silent.
Qi Yan leaned toward Wanqing, “Let’s talk.”
Under the shadow of his broad figure, Wanqing held her breath.
She had always been weak for men who looked good in white shirts, and this man was exceptionally handsome, with his shirt collar slightly open and his captivating Adam’s apple right before her eyes.
Dangerous yet mesmerizing.
Such a mesmerizing man was actually her Golden Pig Daddy—who the hell could resist that!
She covered her chest, took a couple of breaths, as if making some great resolution.
“Alright, I’m ready.”