The male models, following Shi Ning’s instructions, poured all their energy into “serving” Shen Xizhou. Being experts at reading people, they quickly understood Shi Ning’s true intent: not to please Shen Xizhou, but to humiliate and disgust him. So, they relentlessly plied him with drinks and engaged in acts designed to make any straight man squirm. They offered wine, crooned love songs, danced suggestively close, massaged his shoulders and legs, and shamelessly took liberties.
Shen Xizhou, his face a thundercloud, endured it all for the sake of the coveted land in the east of the city. But when he heard the order for male model No. 520 to sit in his lap, his control snapped. He shot to his feet, glaring down at Shi Ning. “Shi Ning, don’t you dare push me too far!” he seethed. “I have a temper too!” He genuinely believed his anger would finally make her realize the gravity of his displeasure, believing she wouldn’t be able to coax him back this time.
Shi Ning, however, didn’t even spare him a glance. Instead, she tightened her grip on Qin Heye’s arm, tilting her head to look up at him, and purred, “Honey, he’s so fierce, I’m so scared~” Shi Qingyin’s face twisted in a silent snarl at the words. Mu Tiantian, on the other hand, secretly gave Shi Ning a thumbs-up—who else dared to act so brazenly with the formidable Qin Heye? And the most astonishing part was that Qin Heye wasn’t angry; he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it.
Qin Heye’s gaze softened as he looked down at Shi Ning’s face, a faint smile playing on his lips. Then, his eyes turned to Shen Xizhou, cold and piercing. “My assistant is already delivering the Chengdong contract,” he stated, his voice laced with an undeniable threat. “My wife isn’t having enough fun, and Mr. Shen wishes to leave.” He then gestured towards the door with a chillingly polite “Please!”
Shen Xizhou clenched his fists, taking three deep, shaky breaths. Finally, with a visible struggle, he gritted his teeth and sank back into his seat. He met Shi Ning’s gaze, forcing out, “As long as Aning is happy, it doesn’t matter.” He desperately hoped Shi Ning would understand that this humiliation was endured solely for her, not for the land in the east of the city.
Shi Ning didn’t even acknowledge Shen Xizhou’s pathetic declaration. She simply instructed male model No. 520, “Go on.” Then, she snuggled even closer to Qin Heye, resting her head on his shoulder, her wide eyes blinking in eager anticipation of the show. She looked utterly well-behaved, yet undeniably mischievous. Qin Heye, for his part, could only stare down at her, his eyes fixated, unable to look away.
No. 520 promptly settled into Shen Xizhou’s lap, one hand draped around his neck. “Brother~” he purred.
Shen Xizhou’s eyes widened in disgust, his stomach churning. He felt a wave of nausea. “Brother, have some candy,” No. 520 insisted, holding a lollipop with one end in his own mouth, pushing the other end towards Shen Xizhou’s lips. Shen Xizhou recoiled, his face contorted in humiliation. He turned his head, only to see Shi Ning, still nestled against Qin Heye, watching the spectacle with undisguised excitement and anticipation. There was no hint of jealousy, no sign that she even saw him anymore. A deep, agonizing pain settled in his chest.
Suddenly, a cold sensation touched his lips. The candy had been pressed against his mouth, No. 520’s lips alarmingly close, almost a kiss through the sweet. A horrifying thought struck Shen Xizhou: because No. 520 so closely resembled him, it felt as though he had just kissed himself. Then, the model’s hand dared to venture where it shouldn’t, attempting to unbutton his shirt.
“Get out!” Shen Xizhou roared, his face black with fury. He violently shoved No. 520 away, then stumbled to the bathroom. Sounds of violent retching echoed from within.
Shi Ning felt a wave of mild nausea just hearing it, but her mood remained remarkably high. She nodded with satisfaction. “You served Shen Xizhou very well; I’m quite pleased.” Then, she turned to Shi Qingyin, a sweet smile on her face. “Cousin, you can now give them their 100,000 tips.”
Shi Qingyin’s face crumpled. “I… I pay for this?” she spluttered. She had agreed to pay for male models to humiliate her fiancé? Her intention had been for them to serve Shi Ning, to provoke a rift between Shi Ning and Qin Heye, making the 1.8 million yuan a worthwhile investment. But now, they had served her fiancé! Paying for this humiliation would make her a complete fool.
Shi Ning maintained her cheerful smile. “Yes, you just said you’d pay for the consumption of Box 999 tonight. What’s wrong? Are you reneging on your word? Or…” Her voice abruptly turned cold, “do you truly wish to destroy my marriage with your brother-in-law?”
Qin Heye’s gaze fell upon Shi Qingyin, sharp as ice knives. Shi Qingyin flinched under his chilling stare. She forced a strained smile. “As long as my sister is happy, I’ll pay!” One million eight hundred thousand, in exchange for a piece of land in the east of the city—perhaps it wasn’t a total loss, she reasoned.
Shi Qingyin reluctantly pulled out her bank card and swiped away 1.8 million yuan, distributing it as tips to the eighteen male models. Since it wasn’t Shi Guoqiang’s secondary card, this payment truly felt like a piece of her flesh. It doesn’t matter, she told herself, I’ll get even more back from Shi Guoqiang sooner or later.