Qin... Qin Yuhe!
How is this possible!
Wasn't he in Modu?!
Song Xinya's eyes were filled with disbelief as she stared at Qin Yuhe for a full minute.
Using her alcohol-addled brain, she thought for a moment and came to a conclusion: a hallucination. It must be a hallucination.
Just close your eyes and it will be fine.
Close your eyes, and the hallucination will disappear.
Song Xinya squeezed her eyes shut tightly. She squeezed them so hard that the contours of her eyes became deformed.
Then, she suddenly opened them.
Help, why is this hallucination still here?!
Qin Yuhe watched quietly the entire time as she performed this series of actions like a little fool.
Through the phone, his clear, deep voice transmitted distinctly into her ear: "It's not a hallucination. I came back from Modu a day early."
Song Xinya's heart trembled.
Thud—the phone slipped from her palm and fell heavily onto the table.
Qin Yuhe took large strides toward her, his figure imposing and his aura freezing cold.
A muscular hunk stood with his back to Qin Yuhe, completely unaware of what had just happened. Looking at Song Xinya, he said, "Sister, why haven't you traced my abs yet? I'm getting a little impatient."
"Sister, are you unsatisfied with my abs?"
He extended a finger, pointing to the area below his waist. "Sister, look, I'm wearing gray sweatpants."
The muscular hunk rolled his tongue and said flirtatiously, "Gray makes it look bigger~"
He grabbed the waistband of his gray sweatpants and tugged them down, exposing more skin, stopping right at the edge where pulling them down even a tiny bit more would cause something unmentionable to pop out.
"Sister, look, are you satisfied now?"
Screams erupted one after another around them, and the sound of jeering suddenly exploded.
"Touch him! Touch him! Touch him!"
The muscular hunk was immensely proud of himself for becoming the center of attention.
His abs were still pressed against the mouth of the wine bottle in Song Xinya's hand.
He leaned his upper body toward Song Xinya, his words laden with hidden meaning, and teased, "If you're still not satisfied, sister, there are empty rooms upstairs. We can spend some time alone, and I'll do a striptease for you."
The crowd's jeering grew even more deafening.
"Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip!"
"Go upstairs together!"
"Go upstairs together!"
There were many male models in this nightclub, and countless ones with great bodies. It was the first time this muscular hunk had received so much attention, and he felt like he was about to become famous.
At this rate, the title of the nightclub's number one host would securely fall onto his head.
He was about to become a famous gigolo!
Unable to wait any longer, he reached out to grab Song Xinya's hand.
A powerful, cold, and hard force suddenly descended. A large hand with bulging veins gripped his wrist with overwhelming, unyielding strength.
The cheers of the crowd abruptly stopped as they looked toward the owner of that vein-bulging hand.
Qin Yuhe gripped the male model's hand and—bam!—smashed a fist into his face.
The male model crashed to the ground in a sorry state, bright red blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
The crowd let out terrified screams and scattered in all directions.
This was Qin Yuhe's first time getting into a fight.
The gentle, handsome, and elegant noble young master had lost his composure for the first time, losing control because of her.
His usual gentle elegance and calm propriety were completely gone at this moment. A bloodthirsty hostility churned in Qin Yuhe's eyes, making him look like a beast whose reverse scale had been touched.
The male model on the ground scrambled backward in fear.
Qin Yuhe walked toward him, pressing closer with every step. His black leather shoes stepped on the floor, the footsteps heavy and cold, exuding an overwhelming sense of oppression.
"Mr. Qin..."
The woman's soft voice carried a hint of drunken languor, the ending note gentle.
Qin Yuhe's lost reason was pulled back.
His raven-feather-like long eyelashes drooped. He closed his eyes for a moment, withdrawing the bloodthirsty hostility in them. When he turned back to look at her, his gaze was clear and gentle.
Song Xinya sat in the booth, her small, palm-sized face tilted upward. Her eyes were covered in a layer of moist mist, and her cheeks were flushed red.
Seeing him turn around, she dropped her head, lowering it deeply. Her fingers picked at her skirt like a child who had made a mistake.
Now she knew to be afraid.
Wasn't she quite glib when she was lying just a moment ago?
Qin Yuhe walked over to her, gazing at her. He pinched her cheek with his fingers and said, "Come home with me."
With one arm around her back and the other sweeping under the crook of her knees, he scooped her into his arms and walked out.
Song Xinya snuggled softly in his embrace, her red cheeks pressed against his warm chest. She stayed quiet and well-behaved, as obedient as a little kitten.
Just as he carried her to the entrance, a clamor arose. The bar manager led a group of people to block the door.
"You think you can just leave after hitting one of our people? There's no such easy thing in this world!"
"Our bar makes over two million in revenue a night. Because of you, we can't even do business tonight. You must compensate us!"
"Do you know who the boss behind our bar is? A resounding big shot in the Beijing circle. Saying his name would scare you to death!"
"In the entire upper class, not just anyone can be called the Third Master of the Beijing Circle. It's our boss's exclusive title!"
The group of people flaunted their power and acted arrogantly toward Qin Yuhe.
They vividly performed a perfect example of a dog threatening others based on its master's power.
The bar manager tilted his chin up high, his nostrils facing the sky, and asked the underling next to him, "Did you tell our boss what just happened?"
The underling bowed and scraped, like a little eunuch following a head eunuch: "The moment he hit the guy, I called our boss. The boss will be down from upstairs very soon."
Someone in the crowd shouted loudly, "Boss!"
The spectating crowd turned to look inside, automatically parting into two lines to make way for a path in the middle.
A man wearing a haute couture suit walked over.
The man was dressed luxuriously and carried himself with an imposing, dignified air. It wasn't the aura of an ordinary rich person; he had great style and a noble presence all around him.
Someone muttered softly, "The Third Master comes from a wealthy and influential family in the Beijing circle. His family's power is massive. Not only are they in business, but they also have high-ranking officials in the government."
"Of all the people to provoke, he just had to provoke a big shot from this top-tier circle."
"Now that man who threw the punch is going to have a really hard time."
Seeing the Third Master of the Beijing Circle appear, the bar manager and his group of underlings quickly ran over to him, all of them wearing faces full of flattery.
"Third Master, you're here!"
Their backer had arrived; let's see if that violent man still dared to be arrogant!
The bar manager pointed at Qin Yuhe: "Third Master, he's the one causing trouble in our bar!"
The Third Master of the Beijing Circle looked toward the man in front of him, his eyes full of contempt.
His fingers rubbed the blood amber Buddhist beads on his wrist. His expression was languid, and his eyes held the majesty and aloofness of a superior.
"Turn around and let me see who you are."
Qin Yuhe stood calmly, his expression cold and clear. His deep black eyes showed not the slightest ripple of emotion.
"With your status, you are not worthy of making me turn around."
The Third Master of the Beijing Circle let out a cold scoff. "What a big tone. Young people nowadays generally don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. They think that just because they've achieved some success, they are the chosen ones, delusionally hoping to sit on equal footing with the upper class."
Bar manager: "Exactly, exactly. Like a toad hopping onto the highway, trying hard to pretend it's a little jeep."
The Third Master of the Beijing Circle: "I still have business to discuss tonight, so I won't waste time playing games of false bravado with young people."
Too lazy to waste his breath, he strode toward the man in front of him and stood directly face-to-face with him.
The moment he saw the man's face, the Third Master of the Beijing Circle was shocked both in his expression and in his heart. "Mr... Mr. Qin!"
To make the famous Third Master of the Beijing Circle look so terrified and respectfully address him as Mr. Qin, who exactly was this man?
The smugness on the faces of the bar manager and the group of thugs vanished instantly, leaving them all completely dumbfounded.
Wait, this troublemaker was actually some kind of big boss?
The Third Master of the Beijing Circle had no time to explain it to them, as he was too busy trying to curry favor with Qin Yuhe.
With a wide, fawning smile plastered across his face, he looked at Qin Yuhe and said, "Mr. Qin, I truly didn't expect to run into you here. If I had known you were coming, I would have definitely prepared the best private room for you."
Qin Yuhe cast a sidelong glance at him. "Can I leave now?"
The Third Master waved his arm, sweeping the bar manager and the group of lackeys blocking the doorway aside like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
The bar manager stepped on the foot of a lackey next to him, who in turn stepped on another lackey's foot. With a series of heavy thuds, the group of men tumbled to the ground, piling on top of each other like a human pyramid.
They did not even dare to cry out in pain, terrified of disturbing the big shot.
The Third Master stood at the door like a welcoming bellboy, extending his hand in a polite gesture. "Take care, Mr. Qin."
Qin Yuhe carried Song Xinya out of the bar.
The Third Master of the Beijing Circle bowed deeply toward Qin Yuhe's retreating back.
To everyone present, the Third Master of the Beijing Circle was already an unreachable existence. Yet, in front of this man carrying a woman, he was actually so respectful and polite. Everyone's hearts were filled with shock and fear.
Just how insanely powerful was this man's identity?!
