Lin Jingzhi’s eyes welled up with tears at Ye Qiu’s words. Holding his face, she said, “Husband, why are you so foolish? You clearly have a better choice…”
Before she could finish, Ye Qiu interrupted.
“Sister Lin, to me, you are the best choice.”
With that, Ye Qiu leaned down and kissed her.
Lin Jingzhi responded passionately.
As things heated up, Ye Qiu prepared to dive in again, but Lin Jingzhi pushed him away.
“Sister Lin, what’s this?” Ye Qiu asked, puzzled.
“Save some energy for tonight to see Sister Wan,” Lin Jingzhi said. “She misses you.”
“My stamina’s fine, it won’t affect anything,” Ye Qiu said, trying to continue, only to be pushed away again.
“That was too intense earlier. I can’t handle another round,” Lin Jingzhi said. “Besides, I’ve got work to do—tons of order contracts to sign.”
Ye Qiu relented.
Meanwhile, in the presidential suite of a luxury hotel, Xu Minghui was like an enraged lion, roaring.
“Damn it!”
“Lin Jingzhi went back on her word and refused to work with me. Despicable!”
“And that Ye Qiu, bringing all those guests and media today—wasn’t that just to mess with me?”
“He even slapped me in front of everyone. I want to kill him, argh!”
Xu Minghui bellowed.
Knock knock.
A knock came at the door.
“Come in,” Xu Minghui growled.
The door opened, and his bodyguard stepped in. “Young Master, the two people I found are here.”
“Where are they?”
“Right outside.”
“Let them in,” Xu Minghui said, suppressing his anger and sitting on the sofa.
The bodyguard soon led in two foreign men.
Xu Minghui sized them up.
Both were about 1.5 meters tall, with blonde hair and blue eyes, dressed in casual clothes like students.
Xu Minghui exploded, yelling at the bodyguard, “These are the people you found?”
“I wanted assassins, not dwarves!”
“Get out! Tell them to get lost!”
The bodyguard quickly said, “Young Master, don’t underestimate them.”
“They may be short, but they’re in the top ten on the global assassin ranking.”
“I went through a lot to get them to Jiangzhou.”
Xu Minghui scoffed, “Since when did the assassin ranking’s standards drop so low?”
“These guys in the top ten? What a joke!”
“Get them out now—”
At that moment, the foreigner on the left flicked his right hand.
A cold flash grazed Xu Minghui’s cheek.
Xu Minghui jumped, turning to see a dagger embedded in the wall behind him, only the handle visible.
This was a concrete wall.
Xu Minghui broke out in a cold sweat.
“Mr. Xu, you’re quite rude, calling us dwarves. In the past, that blade would’ve slit your throat,” the left foreigner said in fluent Chinese, making a throat-cutting gesture.
Xu Minghui shrank back.
“Young Master, these are the Smith brothers. They’re truly skilled. With them, Ye Qiu’s done for,” the bodyguard said.
Xu Minghui’s attitude shifted to respect. “Gentlemen, I was out of line earlier. My apologies.”
“Please, have a seat.”
“Care for a drink? I have fine wine.”
The Smith brothers weren’t interested.
“Mr. Xu, we crossed oceans to get here, not to drink your wine.”
“We’ve had drinks with presidents in the Middle East.”
“Let’s not waste time.”
“We’re here to ask if you have any specific instructions. Or rather, how do you want Ye Qiu to die?”
Hatred flashed in Xu Minghui’s eyes. “I want Ye Qiu to suffer as much as possible.”
“Torture him, make him wish he were dead.”
“Then let him die in agony.”
The Smith brothers grinned. “Easy.”
“We specialize in making people die in pain.”
“Mr. Xu, how about this: we carve the flesh off Ye Qiu piece by piece, then bury him alive. Sound good?”
Xu Minghui was thrilled. “Perfect, that’s perfect!”
“Gentlemen, if you pull this off, I’ll reward you handsomely.”
“When do you plan to act?”
The Smith brothers said, “Tonight.”
“The sooner we kill the target, the sooner we get paid, right?”
Xu Minghui, thinking Ye Qiu wouldn’t survive the night, was elated. “Excellent.”
“Gentlemen, I’m counting on you.”
“Oh, you won’t reveal the client’s identity, right?”
Before the Smith brothers could respond, the bodyguard said, “Young Master, rest assured.”
“The first rule of assassins is never to reveal the client’s identity.”
“The Smith brothers are professionals; they’ll follow the code.”
Xu Minghui laughed. “Good, good.”
“Mr. Xu, we won’t disturb you further. Wait for our good news!”
“Goodbye!”
The Smith brothers left the suite swiftly.
Xu Minghui sat on the sofa and instructed the bodyguard, “Get me a case of ’82 Lafite later. I’m celebrating tonight.”
“And find me a woman.”
“Last night’s was awful, like a corpse, no reaction, and her screams were like a ghost’s. I wasn’t pleased.”
“No need for a celebrity. Get me a model—fair-skinned, beautiful, busty, long legs, the wilder the better. She needs to be uninhibited.”
“Go handle it!”
…
That afternoon, Ye Qiu picked up Qin Wan from the beauty salon, and they had dinner together.
“Sister Wan, where to next? Home or a hotel?” Ye Qiu asked.
“Hotel. Xixi’s at home with a nanny, so going back isn’t convenient,” Qin Wan said, blushing.
“Alright, your call.”
Ye Qiu drove Qin Wan toward the hotel.
On the way, he keenly noticed a car tailing him.
A cold smile curled Ye Qiu’s lips as he steered into a secluded alley.
“Why’d you drive here? Aren’t we going to a hotel?” Qin Wan asked, confused.
“There’s a tail. Sister Wan, wait a bit. I’ll deal with them.”
Ye Qiu got out of the car.
