Shen Xizhou, seething with anger, glared at Shi Ning, his cold voice cutting through the air, “Whatever you want.” He then dismissively turned his back, drawing Shi Qingyin close as they settled into their seats, conversing as if no one else existed.
Meanwhile, Shi Ning propped her chin on her hand, her gaze fixed on the eighteen male models before her. Her mind raced, devising a plan to leverage them to convince Qin Heye of her genuine disinterest in Shen Xizhou.
Though Shen Xizhou and Shi Qingyin were engaged in conversation, Shi Qingyin’s eyes constantly darted towards Shi Ning and Qin Heye. Yet, the couple in attention offered no extra glances towards them ; instead, they exuded an aura of perfect harmony, like a newlywed pair brimming with affection. This sight evoked a complex mix of unhappiness and joy in Shi Qingyin.
With a feigned smile, Shi Qingyin addressed Shi Ning, “Sister, you’ve been staring at the male models. You must have a fondness for this type.” Shi Ning met her gaze with a subtle roll of her eyes, recognizing the subtle jab.
Undeterred, Shi Qingyin declared, “Since my sister enjoys this so much, I’ll cover all the expenses for this box tonight.” She then grandly announced to the male models, “Today, as long as you make my sister happy, each of you will receive a 100,000 yuan tip, not including other drink costs.” Eighteen male models, each promised 100,000 yuan—a staggering 1.8 million yuan! And this was pure profit, no sharing with the club! Their eyes, gleaming with avarice, fixed on Shi Ning as if she were a deity of wealth. However, the silent threat emanating from Qin Heye, who observed them as if they were already dead men, made them hesitate.
Shi Ning, a sly smile playing on her lips, questioned Shi Qingyin, “Are you truly paying for tonight’s consumption?” Shi Qingyin, glancing at Qin Heye’s stern, handsome face, confidently affirmed, “Of course.” A frown creased Shi Ning’s brow. “But your secondary card belongs to my father. Wouldn’t that be using my father’s money to curry favor with… me?” Shi Qingyin’s composure faltered for a moment before she quickly countered, “My uncle canceled the card a few days ago. This is my own money.”
Relief washed over Shi Ning. She wasn’t one to pass up an opportunity to turn the tables on those who sought to embarrass her. “You all heard it,” she announced excitedly to the male models, “the entire bill for Box No. 999 tonight is on Shi Qingyin!” Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she added, “You gentlemen, serve Shen Xizhou well tonight, and the 100,000 yuan tips from Shi Qingyin are all yours.”
The male models, torn between the terrifying aura of Qin Heye and the allure of wealth, suddenly saw a third, irresistible option: earn money and avoid Qin Heye’s wrath! They eagerly chorused, “Yes, we will serve Mr. Shen well.”
In a synchronized movement, the eighteen male models swarmed Shen Xizhou. His face contorted in horror as he violently kicked away the first model who dared approach. “Get out!” he roared. “Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude!” The models froze, their hopes of 100,000 yuan tips seemingly vanishing.
Shi Qingyin’s face twisted in an ugly grimace; Shi Ning’s unexpected move had completely blindsided her. She forced a strained smile. “Sister, I asked them to serve you.” Her intention had been for Qin Heye to witness Shi Ning’s supposed debauchery and divorce her, not for male models to fawn over Shen Xizhou! The sight of men serving another man was utterly repulsive to her, a “normal heterosexual.”
Shi Ning, feigning innocence, replied, “They said they’d make me happy. And I am very happy watching them serve Shen Xizhou. It’s the happiest day of my life in the past two years!”
“But I asked them to serve you,” Shi Qingyin insisted.
Shi Ning’s expression hardened, her voice dropping to a dangerous low. “Shi Qingyin, what exactly do you mean by hiring male models for me at such a high price, right in front of my husband? Do you intend to destroy our relationship so you can become a mistress and steal my position?”
Shi Qingyin stammered, “No, I…”
Shi Ning cut her off. “Since that’s not it, then you shouldn’t care how I use these male models. If I want them to serve Shen Xizhou, and that makes me happy, then so be it.”
Shen Xizhou rose, his gaze chilling as it met Shi Ning’s. “Then what are you thinking, having male models serve me in front of my fiancée? Is it to destroy the relationship between me and my fiancée? Or do you still harbor feelings for me?” He had expertly thrown Shi Ning’s words back at her, leaving her in an equally awkward position.
Shi Ning merely smiled calmly. “I just want to destroy your relationship, simply to disgust you! It’s revenge.” She raised an eyebrow, a challenge in her eyes. “Don’t you want to? Are you unhappy? Are you not convinced? If you are, then come and beat me, if you dare.”
Utterly enraged, Shen Xizhou declared, “You play by yourselves, I won’t accompany you.” He turned to leave, and the male models, intimidated by his reputation, second only to Qin Heye’s, dared not stop him.
“Mr. Shen.”
The voice, low, cold, yet imbued with terrifying pressure, stopped Shen Xizhou in his tracks. It was Qin Heye. After a brief hesitation, Shen Xizhou turned, addressing Qin Heye with a forced gentleness. “Mr. Qin, is there something you need?”
Qin Heye slowly swirled the crystal glass in his hand, his eyes rising to meet Shen Xizhou’s. “Mr. Shen desires the land in the east of the city, yes?” He paused, a silk-smooth threat in his tone. “Do you wish to sit down and discuss it?”
Shen Xizhou’s eyes flashed with cold fury. “Mr. Qin, are you threatening me?”
Qin Heye’s response was a casual hum. “Mr. Shen, do you have any objections?”
Who, when faced with such a threat, could possibly object? “No,” Shen Xizhou admitted, his voice weak with suppressed rage. There was nothing he could do. Qin Heye was the undisputed emperor of the business world, with the power to make or break any deal.
Shi Ning, witnessing Shen Xizhou’s humiliation, felt a surge of pure joy. She clung to Qin Heye’s arm, her smile radiant. “Husband, you are so amazing!” The sheer audacity of Qin Heye’s threat, followed by his casual query about objections, had left Shen Xizhou utterly defanged. The sight of Shen Xizhou’s aggrieved, meek acceptance was truly satisfying.
Qin Heye glanced down at Shi Ning, her body pressed close to his arm, feeling her warmth through their clothes, inhaling her faint fragrance. A pleasant mood settled over him. He gestured to the chair opposite. “Sit down, and make my wife happy.”
(A big villain, asking his ex to make his wife happy? It’s truly absurd! My stomach aches from laughing. It’s like he’s cuckolding himself, yet it perfectly demonstrates the big villain’s boundless love for the seemingly vicious female lead.)
Shi Ning, having seen the amusing comments, felt Qin Heye’s affection was indeed limitless. She wanted to reciprocate.
Turning back to the male models, Shi Ning commanded, “Use every means at your disposal to serve Shen Xizhou well.” Fearing they might not fully grasp her intent, she issued direct orders: “No. 1, pour wine; No. 2, sing love songs; No. 3, massage his legs…” Her eyes twinkled as she delivered the final, most audacious instruction: “And No. 520, the one who looks most like Shen Xizhou, you will sit directly in his lap.”