Although They're Mentally ill, They're Extremely Easy to Comfort - Chapter 42

The Qin family’s large compound was built on the mountainside of Lion Head Mountain in Xuancheng, and its private land spanned the entire peak.

This era was unlike the past; money alone couldn’t secure half a city or land. It seemed Qin Yun’s family background was more prominent than one could imagine.

It had been a long time since Chu Xi returned to this place, which was both familiar and strange. She turned her head to look at the exquisitely carved Suanni (a mythical creature) guarding the main gate on both sides.

Standing silently in front of the grand and luxurious mansion’s main entrance, her thoughts drifted with the past.

“Wow! Such big lions!”

“These are called Suanni, they symbolize protection and attracting wealth. Do you want to touch one?”

“They’re too tall, I can’t reach.”

Little Chu Xi struggled, standing on her tiptoes, trying to reach the lion’s mouth on the high platform, but she was too small. She could only jump to barely touch it.

Qin Yun smiled indulgently, gave a look to the bodyguard behind her, and someone easily lifted little Chu Xi onto their shoulders.

“Little Chu Xi, repeat after me.”

“Mhm!”

“Touch it from head to tail, and wealth will flow like water.”

“Touch it from head to tail, and wealth will flow like water.” Little Chu Xi repeated while touching the big stone lion she had longed for, giggling with delight.

Miss Qin treated her very well. She was obedient and easily satisfied.

The mansion’s security patrol passed by and politely questioned the stranger standing at the gate: “Hello, Miss. This is a private residence. May I ask who you are looking for?”

Chu Xi was about to answer when the main gate suddenly opened to both sides. It happened that the old butler was preparing to go out on an errand.

She instinctively made way for the car. The old butler leaned his head out of the car, his aging eyes blurry and unfocused. He stared for a long time before reacting.

He hurried out of the car and approached, greeting her cheerfully: “Miss Chu! You’ve come back!”

“Uncle Li, long time no see. How have you been?” Chu Xi replied politely with a faint smile. Butler Li looked around, seeing Chu Xi was alone, and quickly asked, “Are you alone?”

“Yes, I’m here to see Miss Qin.”

Chu Xi explained her purpose. Butler Li wanted to invite her into the house to wait: “Miss Qin went out today and hasn’t returned. Why don’t you come inside and wait, or I can help you contact her?”

“No need. If she’s not here, then never mind.”

“You finally come back, and you won’t even step inside? If Miss Qin knew, I wouldn’t know how to explain it to her.”

Butler Li tried his best to persuade her, and Chu Xi paused at the words “family home,” but she still stubbornly walked towards her car: “I came too abruptly today. Uncle Li, please go on with your business. I won’t disturb you.”

“This…”

Seeing the old butler troubled and following behind her, Chu Xi quickly explained: “Please don’t worry, I will contact her myself.”

Back in the car, Chu Xi didn’t know where to go. She felt like a student who had been given homework, unable to get a perfect score, and unable to report back to Joe Paul.

Her phone rang, and Chu Xi was a little surprised by the caller ID—

“Hello, Zanda.”

“I heard you were put on mandatory leave?”

“Bosses, you know, always act on a whim.”

“That’s good. You really should relax.”

“What did you call me for?”

“If I’m not mistaken, you should be looking for Miss Qin. I happened to pass by her new bar and saw her go in with a group of men and women.”

“Your call is perfectly timed. Thanks.”

“Miss Qin really is addicted to alcohol. Starting a party in the middle of the day.” Zanda joked and hung up.

Chu Xi stared at the phone screen, lost in thought. A group of men and women? Truly unrepentant.

“President Qin invited us here today and opened so many good wines. Did something worth celebrating happen?” The joking man leaned lazily on the sofa in the private room, continuously swirling his glass of crimson wine.

Although his features were refined and handsome, his greasy, slicked-back hair, powdered face, and the exaggerated sequined suit emphasized an unavoidable sense of vulgarity. His speaking tone was also frivolous, marking him clearly as an old hand in the world of glamour and vice.

The seductive woman nestled in the man’s arms lit a cigar and delivered it to his mouth, fawning appropriately: “Of course! Today must be a good day.”

Other men and women who benefited immediately agreed. Qin Yun sat in the host’s seat on the sofa. She didn’t have to do anything, and soon, several tall and well-built male models gathered around her.

Qin Yun didn’t pay attention to anyone. She just took the red wine offered by a male model and drank it straight, glass after glass.

Only then did the people around realize that Qin Yun’s gathering today was a quiet, private drinking session. Their expressions became a little awkward, and they could only brace themselves to keep her company.

Of course, their reserve lasted only a short while before they impatiently started various wine games and entertainment, hoping to curry favor with the big moneybags, President Qin.

Qin Yun’s cheeks were flushed with a slight tipsiness. She leaned softly on a male model’s lap. One arm was tightly wrapped around his neck, and in the other hand, she held a thick wad of bills.

The male model stroked her waist, continuously pouring wine, and occasionally said a few amusing words. Qin Yun was unbelievably generous, constantly stuffing bills into the male model’s waistband until his pants were bulging.

Qin Yun took another big gulp of red wine and started playing a card game called “Shoot the Dragon Gate” with the accompanying crowd. After one round, her side of the table was piled high with chips.

The private room was a mix of cigar smoke, fine wine, and a strong, pungent scent of perfume, accompanied by the loud, reckless laughter and cursing of the men and women. This small world was filled with intoxicating degeneracy.

Chu Xi walked into the Charm Capital Bar and asked for Qin Yun’s location. A dedicated server quickly led the way.

The private room was on the third floor and was only open to Qin Yun. Before Chu Xi even got close, she could hear bursts of loud laughter inside. She could already imagine how disgraceful the scene was.

The server politely asked, “Miss, are you a friend of President Qin? Should we go in now?”

“No…” Chu Xi instinctively resisted, but quickly changed her mind: “Never mind, I’ll go in.”

“Very well, please follow me.”

Chu Xi stood tall and straight outside the door. The moment the server pushed the door open, the cheerful laughter in the private room grew louder and more chaotic.

The male model holding Qin Yun was propping up her chin and feeding her red wine. The onlookers, seeing the excitement, started clapping and cheering. It was a scene of revelry and lavish indulgence.

But soon, everyone’s eyes were drawn to Chu Xi at the door.

“Hey, hey, who invited this friend?” The slick-haired, powdered man impatiently asked. Qin Yun, with wine stains still lingering on the corners of her mouth, looked vaguely at the doorway. She froze, squinting hard to see who it was.

The scene before Chu Xi made her deeply disgusted, but she kept Joe Paul’s request in mind: just apologize, one glass of wine, one apology, and hopefully, they could settle the score and never be entangled again.

Chu Xi walked into the private room with a commanding aura, drawing confused looks from everyone. Their eyes carried a mix of hostility and amusement, as if they were looking at an oddity that didn’t belong.

Qin Yun was still sitting on the male model’s lap, motionless, even mocking with the help of the alcohol: “Oh, the busy person came all the way to see me. That’s quite a rarity.”

“I’m here to apologize.” Chu Xi’s answer drew sarcastic gasps from the onlookers, and some even started booing and whistling, “Shh…”

Qin Yun raised her hand to silence the commotion. She signaled to the server to bring the full decanter on the table to Chu Xi: “So you know your attitude towards me today was awful?”

Chu Xi didn’t give a lengthy response. In front of everyone, she bowed ninety degrees respectfully to apologize: “President Qin, I was wrong at the company today. I am very sorry. I apologize.”

This reaction was unexpected for Qin Yun, but with so many people watching the show, she had to save face. She pointed at the decanter: “Anyone can say sorry. If you drink the wine, my anger will naturally subside.”

“Okay.” Chu Xi took the wine and politely thanked the server. Under the public gaze, she held the heavy decanter and poured the wine down, gulp by gulp. The crimson liquid spilled from the corner of her mouth, soaking the collar of her white shirt.

“Wow, this woman has some guts.”

“That decanter of wine isn’t cheap. Does she even deserve to drink it after angering President Qin?”

“Tsk, daring to offend President Qin is truly overestimating herself.”

Chu Xi remained unmoved. The noise and curses around her didn’t matter. She only needed to finish the wine systematically.

Finally, amid the laughter and curses, she put down the empty decanter, wiped her mouth awkwardly with her sleeve, and bowed again: “President Qin, I’ve drunk the reparation wine, and I apologize to you again.”

Qin Yun’s face was gloomy. It was the calm before a storm, an unprecedented seriousness.

She stood up angrily and swept all the bottles and jars on the table onto the floor. The shattering sound was harsh and alarming. Her furious roar stunned everyone: “All of you, get out! Get out!”

Soon, the people who were like clinging, bloodsucking leeches left the private room in disappointment, leaving only Chu Xi, who was still standing.

The server was discerning and closed the door at the most opportune moment.

Qin Yun sat back on the sofa in a huff, crossing her legs and staring fiercely at Chu Xi without saying a word.

Chu Xi was like a cold-blooded robot, showing no emotional fluctuation.

The silent standoff was terrifying because a moment of inattention could create an insurmountable, permanent rift.

The apparent winner was the one who lost the most. Qin Yun knew she was defeated and broke the stalemate: “Do you feel particularly wronged? I can indulge in debauchery outside without considering your feelings. But have you ever considered why I should put up with your cold shoulder and still care about your feelings? Who do you think you are to me?”

Those cold words were devastating. Chu Xi rubbed her dampened collar. She wanted to escape this sordid place, to avoid this strange woman.

In her memory, although Qin Yun was charismatic, she would not verbally attack her. But somehow, the escalating conflict was becoming impossible to manage.

It turned out that without Joe Paul’s protection, Chu Xi was still helpless against Qin Yun.

“President Qin, I have apologized. If one decanter of wine cannot quell your anger, I can keep drinking until you are satisfied.”

Chu Xi lowered her eyes, making the most stubborn resistance with the softest voice. Her mechanical response only fueled the unvented rage burning in Qin Yun’s heart.

“What do you mean?”

“I am sincerely apologizing.”

“Apology my ass! Your mouth, your eyes, and your every move are not an apology! You are mocking me! Laughing at me!” Qin Yun wasn’t being unreasonable; she was lamenting Chu Xi’s consistently cold attitude towards her, screaming hysterically, on the verge of frenzy.

“President Qin must have misunderstood. Clearly, the one being mocked and laughed at is me.”

“Don’t talk back!”

Qin Yun wanted to maintain a high posture to satisfy her superior status. However, that angry shout hit Chu Xi like a cotton ball. Her attitude remained composed and calm throughout: “Understood.”

She couldn’t take it anymore. Qin Yun couldn’t stand it!

High heels crushed the broken glass on the floor, making a grating sound. Qin Yun rushed to Chu Xi, fiercely pinching her jaw with a powerful collision force, pushing her hard against the heavy door.

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