Ye Qiu followed Sun Mengjie to the foot of the mountain.
At the fork leading up the mountain, four Rolls-Royce Phantoms were parked, surrounding a Mercedes-Benz van.
A young man knelt on one knee beside the van, holding a large bouquet of roses.
Seeing this scene, Ye Qiu immediately understood what was happening.
He glanced at the young man, noting his blue eyes, blonde hair, high nose bridge, expensive suit, purple tie, and a bronze badge pinned to his chest.
“Tangtang is inside the van,” Sun Mengjie said.
Ye Qiu quickly walked to the van. The door opened, and Tangtang’s smiling face appeared in his view.
“Ye Qiu, get in quick,” Tangtang beckoned.
Ye Qiu climbed into the van.
The young man looked up at Ye Qiu, his eyes filled with intense jealousy.
“What’s going on?” Ye Qiu asked.
“This guy’s like a sticky plaster, he won’t leave me alone,” Tangtang said with disgust.
“Who is he?” Ye Qiu asked again.
Tangtang replied, “His name’s Myles, the young master of the Rodell family.”
“Oh?” Ye Qiu’s eyes showed surprise.
Though not a businessman, he knew about some of the world’s most powerful conglomerates and families.
If one word could describe the Rodell family, it would be “immensely wealthy.”
No, their wealth surpassed that of many countries.
It was said that in the nineteenth century, the Rodell family owned half the world’s wealth, yet their names never appeared on global rich lists because they were secretive and low-key.
Over centuries, their businesses spanned every industry, almost always leading the world.
For example, they owned the largest diamond company, the biggest tobacco company, the most expensive wine company, the largest investment bank…
The list was endless.
Even in daily life, many well-known European companies had their shares.
Exaggeration aside, their every move could influence global economic trends.
They say wealth doesn’t last three generations, but the Rodell family had thrived for centuries, not only standing firm but growing richer, true European aristocracy.
Ye Qiu never expected the young master of the Rodell family to be pursuing Tangtang.
“How did you meet?” Ye Qiu asked.
Tangtang said, “Some time ago, the authorities held a reception for foreign businessmen. My grandfather took me along.”
“That’s where I met this guy.”
“I know exactly why he’s pursuing me. He just wants to use my background to make money in our country.”
So that’s how it was.
Ye Qiu smiled, “He’s quite handsome, and a Rodell family heir. He’s a match for you.”
“What do you mean?” Tangtang glared at him, saying, “If you keep talking like that, I’ll ignore you.”
“I’m just joking, don’t be mad,” Ye Qiu said, holding her hand. “I couldn’t bear to let you go with anyone else.”
“That’s more like it,” Tangtang smiled again.
Ye Qiu asked, “Why didn’t you bring bodyguards?”
“With you here, why would I need them? I told them to wait at the hotel,” Tangtang said. “This guy’s driving me mad. Get rid of him.”
“Alright!” Ye Qiu agreed, got out, and stood before Myles, asking, “Do you understand Chinese?”
Myles nodded.
“Good, that makes this easier,” Ye Qiu said. “Tangtang won’t accept you.”
“If you like kneeling, keep at it, but I’m warning you, move your cars now.”
“Who are you?” Myles asked, then added, “What’s your relationship with Miss Tangtang?”
“I’m her man.”
At Ye Qiu’s words, shock and anger crossed Myles’s face. Before he could ask Tangtang, she spoke first.
“That’s right, he’s my man. I’ll only ever love him. Myles, stop bothering me.”
Myles’s anger grew.
“Why?” Myles couldn’t understand.
He was a renowned European playboy. No woman, whether supermodel, Hollywood star, or political and business elite, could resist him.
Many international figures even tried to send their daughters or wives to his bed.
A connection with Myles could mean support from the Rodell family, a highly valuable investment.
Tangtang said, “Love doesn’t need a reason. I just love Ye Qiu.”
Myles was stunned. Such a simple, direct rejection was a first in his life.
“Why him?” Myles persisted, saying to Tangtang, “I’m sincere.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying I’m not sincere?” Ye Qiu’s face turned cold. “A good dog doesn’t block the way. Move your cars, or don’t blame me for what happens.”
Myles, used to arrogance, snapped, “I won’t move. What can you do?”
“You really won’t?” Ye Qiu asked.
“I won’t—”
Slap!
Ye Qiu struck Myles across the face.
“Ah…” Myles screamed, his body flying back.
At that moment, the doors of the other Rolls-Royces opened, and eight men stepped out.
They had short hair, burly builds, and looked fierce, like jackals.
Clearly, they were Myles’s bodyguards.
Ye Qiu sensed a bloodthirsty aura from them as they approached.
Unfazed, Ye Qiu smirked, strode forward, and punched Myles’s car.
“Bang!”
The Rolls-Royce, hit by Ye Qiu’s fist, flew into the air like a sandbag, soaring over ten metres before crashing down, completely wrecked.
The bodyguards gasped, their eyes filled with fear.
Only one thought remained: this man was untouchable.
None dared step forward.
Ye Qiu stood still and threw three more punches from a distance.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The remaining three Rolls-Royces met the same fate, flying off and crashing into scrap metal.
Myles, scrambling to his feet, had planned to have his bodyguards deal with Ye Qiu. Seeing this, he was terrified, his throat dry.
Was this man human?
He was a demon!
Sun Mengjie was stunned, shocked by Ye Qiu’s dominance and strength.
“He’s so powerful. How does President Lin handle him?”
Ye Qiu called to Sun Mengjie, “What are you standing there for? Let’s go!”
Sun Mengjie followed Ye Qiu into the Mercedes-Benz van, and they drove off.
