After Being Targeted By A Younger, Obsessive Tycoon, Mei Qiang Was In A Terrible Predicament - Chapter 2

At the entrance of a top-tier private club in Qingcheng, sturdy bodyguards stood watch, each looking fierce. One glance was enough to tell that the people inside the private room were figures of significant importance.

Inside, men and women mingled amidst a table crowded with ashtrays and wine glasses. Several young socialites were surrounded by companions of various charms, dressed in revealing attire. The room was thick with smoke, a scene of decadent indulgence.

“Xiao Lin, what about the person by your side? You are being way too protective. All the brothers showed up for your birthday, yet you won’t even bring your partner out for us to see.”

Someone laughed and teased, and those nearby chimed in with agreement.

“Exactly. Is President Yan just too beautiful that you are afraid we will get ideas?”

“Hey, no exaggeration, I saw Yan Qingming once when he attended a Yan family banquet when I was a kid. That face and that aura. I have seen countless celebrities in my life, but that one time was unforgettable.”

Qi Xiaolin listened to their idle gossip, his eyes narrowing slightly and his expression darkening. He held a pool cue, leaning slightly over the billiard table with focused eyes and taut muscles.

Even through his shirt, the firm, powerful muscles of his arms were clearly outlined. The royal blue suit vest he wore accentuated his broad shoulders and robust chest, while the tapered waist design perfectly highlighted his inverted-triangle physique. Just by standing there, he exuded an almost suffocating sense of oppression. Unlike the other socialites, the raw wildness and volatility in his bones could not be masked by a suit and tie. Even when he acted elegant and noble, his eyes habitually emitted a dangerous, bloodthirsty glint.

A man of about twenty-some years laughed, his hand wandering over the body of the male escort beside him as he spoke crudely, “Xiao Lin is truly impressive. To think he single-handedly brought down the entire Yan family and even took their adopted son under his command. The Yan family flaunted their power for so many years; who was not wishing for their downfall? Not for their wealth, but for their eldest son. That face and that figure. If I could sleep with him for just one night, I would certainly…”

Before the words could leave his lips, a whoosh sound cut through the air. The black eight-ball flew from the billiard table toward the man with startling speed.

The ball grazed the man’s eye socket and slammed into the wall with a loud thud. Had it been just a fraction of an inch closer, the man’s eyeball would have been shattered.

In an instant, everyone went silent. The man who had been speaking was covered in a cold sweat; it was clear to everyone that he had angered Qi Xiaolin.

Qi Xiaolin’s expression remained unchanged. He rose calmly and handed his pool cue to Luo Haoyan, who was standing nearby, saying, “I lost.”

He walked, step by step, toward the man. He lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth, his deep eyes obscured and made unfathomable by the exhaled smoke. He stared intently at the man, as if etching his face into memory. Narrowing his eyes, he asked mockingly, “So interested in my person?”

His tone was low, making his mood impossible to decipher.

The man stammered, sweat pouring down his face, “Qi, President Qi, I misspoke. How would I dare be interested in your person? I…”

Qi Xiaolin continued to look at him with a smile, saying leisurely, “Aside from that decent face, he is useless and does not even know how to say a few sweet words. He begged me to bring him along, but I am tired of him, which is why I left him at home. He is not exactly some rare treasure anyway; he is just the child of a family enemy. Since his face is decent, I am just keeping him around to play with for a few days. If you like him, I will send him over to you another day, so you can have some fun too.”

His tone was indifferent, as if he were talking about something entirely trivial. Yet, his eyes were locked onto the man, much like a beast watching its prey. If the man dared to nod even once, he would, without hesitation, wring that fragile neck in front of him.