After Being Targeted By A Younger, Obsessive Tycoon, Mei Qiang Was In A Terrible Predicament - Chapter 4

Qi Xiaolin looked with displeasure at the cat hair floating around the room, wishing he could toss the few cats darting about outside. A Blue Bay Shepherd lay by the side of the sofa, lifting its eyelids for a brief look. Upon realizing the person who had arrived was Qi Xiaolin, it closed its eyes once more.

Qi Xiaolin endured the sensation of physical discomfort as he sat on the sofa, muttering to himself, “Damn it. He knew full well that I loathe these things, yet he still dared to bring them into the house.”

He had only been away for half a month, and already Yan Qingming had filled the house with five or six cats. If he had stayed away any longer, he probably would not have had a place to stand.

A subtle sound came from the door lock. He turned his head and saw Yan Qingming entering the room wearing a black trench coat. Yan Qingming’s skin was naturally fair, and against the contrast of the black coat, he exuded an even more chilling and distant aura. The belt at the waist of the coat accentuated his slender and sexy waist, making him look alluring yet strangely ascetic.

Yan Qingming did not even look at Qi Xiaolin, who was sulking on the sofa. He took off his coat and hung it on a nearby rack, revealing the black Taekwondo uniform he wore underneath.

Qi Xiaolin looked him up and down, frowning as he asked, “Are you not a Muay Thai practitioner? Are you just picking up Taekwondo now?” What use was such flashy, flowery stuff?

Yan Qingming walked over, squatted down, and patted the head of the shepherd dog. He replied coolly, “I learned some when I was younger.”

Qi Xiaolin asked aggressively, “Is this two-hundred-month-old giant baby a man or a woman?”

Yan Qingming lied, “A woman.”

Even so, Qi Xiaolin did not intend to let him off. He shouted angrily, “Did I not tell you not to wander around as you please? Do you treat my words as wind passing your ears? Are you asking for a beating again?”

The Yan family had offended countless people back in the day. Whether it was Yan Qingming’s face or his name, both were far too conspicuous. If he were recognized, he might run into an old enemy looking for revenge. If Qi Xiaolin failed to keep an eye on him and something dangerous happened, it would be too late for regrets.

Yan Qingming said, “I need money.”

Qi Xiaolin sneered. “You need money? Have I ever deprived you of food or clothing? Whatever you need, just tell me, and I will have someone buy it for you.”

Whether it was luxury goods costing a fortune or anything else, he had never let Yan Qingming go without. Yan Qingming lived a refined life, and ever since he was brought back to Qingcheng, he had been well taken care of.

Yan Qingming lowered his head and whispered, “I need cash.”

Qi Xiaolin refused without a moment’s hesitation. “You will not touch a single cent.” Heaven only knew what Yan Qingming would spend the money on.

Yan Qingming added, “Then buy me a few gold chains, thick ones.”

Qi Xiaolin remained silent.

He leaned over and swiped away the hand Yan Qingming was using to pat the dog’s head, saying in a deep voice, “Do not push your luck. It is my birthday today; I can barely bring myself to forgive you for standing me up.”

“Go and cook me a bowl of noodles. If you do that, we can call it even for the trouble you caused me today.”

Yan Qingming looked up at him. Those eyes were always like a deep, bottomless lake, so calm it was unnerving. Unlike how he was with outsiders, where his emotions were impossible to decipher, Qi Xiaolin’s feelings were always written all over his face when he was around Yan Qingming.

His brow was furrowed, his jaw clenched, and his breathing had become heavy. He did not look like a gentle man; he was tall and robust. Even Yan Qingming, who stood at one meter eighty, seemed lean and weak in comparison. Qi Xiaolin’s hulking figure exuded boundless oppression.

Yan Qingming was long accustomed to seeing him like this. Without any change in emotion, he stared him in the eyes and lied, “There is no flour left in the house.”

Qi Xiaolin shifted his gaze away from a blue cat that had just scurried into the kitchen, its body covered in white flour. He stared fixedly at Yan Qingming, the words squeezed out through his teeth: “You are truly asking for a beating.”