Chapter Fifty-One: The Fairy!

Although Chen Sixuan was beautiful, not many people in Yanjing actually knew her. However, there was a group of guests, also from Taiwan, who had come to Yanjing for business, and they were different.

The man in the well-fitted suit and tie, who appeared refined and cultured, was named He Yawei. He was an assistant manager at Taiwan’s Lime Enterprise. This time, he accompanied his company’s boss to Yanjing for business negotiations.

Coincidentally, today the client had invited them to dine here. While everyone was gathered around the table chatting, they saw a group of strikingly beautiful women walk in. Among them, the tall, long-legged woman who stood out was none other than Chen Sixuan, lauded in Taiwan as the “number one model with beautiful legs.”

The boss, Guo Xu, turned to the client with a tone of boastful pride. “What do you think of the woman in blue?”

The client, naturally fond of long-legged beauties like Chen Sixuan, chuckled. “What’s this, Guo? You know everyone everywhere—even the girls from Yanjing?”

“She’s not from Yanjing. She’s Taiwan’s number one model for beautiful legs. If President Huang is interested, I can have her invited over for drinks.”

“Men and women together—drinking is never dull. With a beauty to keep us company, the wine will be all the more enjoyable!” President Huang laughed heartily. Men rarely refuse women, especially beautiful ones.

So Guo Xu instructed He Yawei to invite Chen Sixuan. They had previously collaborated in Taiwan, and Chen Sixuan had endorsed food and beverages for Lime Group, so they weren’t strangers.

At first, when He Yawei invited her to join them for drinks, Chen Sixuan politely declined, saying she was dining with friends and it would be inconvenient to leave. Then He Yawei tried to tempt her with money, offering eight thousand per glass, with no limit on the number. If she was willing to provide other services, the price could be negotiated separately.

This infuriated Chen Sixuan.

Though she was part of the entertainment industry, Chen Sixuan had always kept herself above reproach. Even when attending business functions, it was strictly for work, maintaining a proper distance with clients.

He Yawei’s intentions were clear: he wanted her to accompany the group for drinks, and if she was willing to sleep with the clients, the price would be calculated additionally.

Unable to tolerate his lewd attitude, Chen Sixuan angrily refused. He Yawei, feeling humiliated, retorted rudely.

“If you think the price is too high, find someone else. I’m not doing this kind of business. And I’m dining with friends—please don’t disturb me.” Chen Sixuan spoke up again to dismiss him. This ill-timed interruption disrupted her farewell gathering with Qin Luo and the others, and she was already simmering with anger.

“Chen Sixuan, what’s with your airs? Aren’t you just a whore—someone who spreads her legs for money? How are you any different from other celebrities? I’ve met plenty of women, but never one as ungrateful as you.” He Yawei’s Mandarin was clumsy, but the insults were vicious and cutting.

He Yawei was truly foolish. His words were like a brat tossing a stone into a hornet’s nest.

He failed to recognize his own position; he was facing a group of women unlike any other.

“And who do you think you are? Just a pimp—what’s with the attitude?”

“Exactly. I’ve seen dogs before, but never a dog so brazen.”

“Sixuan, go slap him. If he dares hit back, I’ll make sure he’s picking his teeth off the floor.”

When these women lost their temper, you simply couldn’t treat them as ordinary. Mandarin’s vocabulary is vast, and these women were masters of insult. They ridiculed, sneered, and attacked with such variety that not a single barb was repeated in the span of ten minutes.

Even Xiao Yi, whom Qin Luo regarded as innocent and cute, was a formidable force when it came to cursing—her insults were so subtle and lethal, one could recall them days later and still be left breathless with rage.

He Yawei’s face was flushed, his neck thick with anger as he stood there, repeatedly trying to retaliate, but he never got a chance.

He tried to curse in Taiwanese, but no one understood him—a pointless effort.

He attempted Mandarin, but stumbled over the words, nearly to the point of tears.

To borrow the title of a Hai Yan novel: With what words can I insult you, you shameless lot?

Qin Luo watched with a shiver of apprehension, thinking he’d best keep his distance from these women in the future. If he ever found himself on their opposing side, wouldn’t he be verbally destroyed?

“Whores. You’re all just a bunch of whores.” As the women paused to sip tea and refresh their throats, He Yawei finally seized his chance to lash out.

Li Qingcheng stood up, her face charming and seductive, smiling as she walked over to He Yawei and asked sweetly, “Is the price still ten thousand per glass?”

“Of course. Are you willing to go?” He Yawei hadn’t expected another woman to take up the offer. Judging by her allure, she was even more seductive than Chen Sixuan. Naturally, he agreed enthusiastically.

His earlier harsh words stemmed from fear he wouldn’t fulfill his boss’s request and would embarrass him in front of the client. Now that someone volunteered, he was eager to accept.

He could simply say Chen Sixuan was unwell and had her friend substitute.

“I don’t want to go.” Li Qingcheng retained her innocent yet beguiling demeanor, shaking her head.

“You—”

“I’m here to slap you.” Li Qingcheng grinned. “Do you mind?”

Qin Luo broke out in a cold sweat—what was this witch up to now? Who asks permission before slapping someone?

He Yawei, confused and angry, forgot to respond. He was at a loss for words.

“Oh, not speaking means you don’t mind.” Li Qingcheng said.

In the blink of an eye, Li Qingcheng’s hand shot out, delivering two swift slaps, leaving He Yawei’s cheeks burning.

“All right, I’m done. We still have to eat, so would you please leave?” Li Qingcheng looked at him with innocent, pleading eyes.

He Yawei nodded and turned to leave the private room.

Bang!

After he left and closed the door behind them, the women stared blankly at Li Qingcheng.

“Beauty Li, how did you do that?”

“Did you cast some kind of spell? He let you slap him twice without a word?”

“Yes, what happened? I couldn’t see it clearly—did the man lose his mind?”

Li Qingcheng sat beside Qin Luo, shy as a newlywed, whispering, “It’s all in the name. With a glance, I can topple a city, and another glance could topple a second. I looked at him several times—if he weren’t dumbstruck, wouldn’t that mean I lacked charm?”

The first half sounded normal; the second half revealed her true nature.

“Oh, do you have to disgust people to death?” Ran Yu, with her red hair, pretended to gag, looking at her with contempt.

“Little brother, do you think your sister is charming?” Li Qingcheng asked Qin Luo.

“Not bad.” Qin Luo hurriedly lowered his head to drink his tea.

“Really? Then why are you so nervous?” Li Qingcheng’s expression changed, her brows drawn in mock severity.

Seeing Qin Luo’s embarrassment, the women burst into wild laughter.

He Yawei stood at the door for a long time, stunned, only snapping out of it when the sound of women’s laughter rang out from inside.

He touched his still-burning cheeks, furious enough to lose control.

In all his years, he had never been so humiliated.

He wanted to storm back in and battle those women, but remembering their ferocity, he wisely chose to retreat. Outnumbered, he needed reinforcements.

He Yawei went to the restroom, doused his face with cold water, and waited for the redness to subside before returning to his own private room, where he reported Chen Sixuan’s refusal to his boss, Guo Xu, embellishing his account with some unpleasant remarks.

Of course, he concealed the fact that he’d been slapped. Such things are always too embarrassing to admit.

Years later, when He Yawei recalled being slapped by a woman and then meekly leaving, he still felt it was a nightmare.

“Whore. Ungrateful.” Guo Xu said with a cold face.

“Guo, what’s wrong? Has your beauty turned into a chili pepper?” President Huang asked with a smile.

“Some women are just foolish and can’t find their place.” Guo Xu’s expression was dark and brooding.

“Indeed. There are far too many fools like that. But if they’re taught a lesson, they’ll soon become obedient.” President Huang said jovially.

“So, President Huang, do you have a good way to tame them?” Guo Xu asked.

“In Yanjing, I never let my friends suffer indignity. Leave it to me.”

“Very well. Thank you. If you ever come to Taiwan, Guo Xu will be sure to play host.” Guo Xu replied gratefully.

“Pleasure’s all mine.” President Huang said as he pulled out his phone and began to make arrangements.

With no further interruptions, the meal became especially lively. The women were witty and cheerful, fond of flirtatious banter. Though they often left Qin Luo embarrassed, being with them was—painful yet delightful.

In other words, Qin Luo shamelessly enjoyed the company of these unruly women who loved to tease him.

Since Chen Sixuan was treating Qin Luo as thanks for his medical help, no one fought over the bill.

A lively group marched out of the restaurant, once again drawing everyone’s attention. Perhaps Qin Luo had grown used to being watched and envied, so this time, he faced their gaze with greater composure.

“President Huang, they’re coming out.” In the parking lot outside Yuehai Restaurant, someone in a black van made a call to report.

“Good. Do as I instructed. And remember to take pictures.” President Huang stood by the window, gazing at the alluring silhouettes of the women, and spoke.