In Beijing, Bi Xia was not as familiar as she was in Qing City. When Qin Zhongyang sent her a message, Bi Xia knew that he didn’t come with good intentions, so she didn’t act melodramatic like a tragic female lead in a novel who hides things from the male lead and secretly meets someone who clearly means her harm.
So Bi Xia directly asked the car arranged by Qin Zhan to take her to the place Qin Zhongyang mentioned. She put her phone in her pocket, tidied her hair, put on her sunglasses, and casually waved at the driver in front, saying, "Uncle, please wait outside for a while."
Watching the young man with long strides walk into the tea house after opening the car door, the driver swallowed hard. This tea house was essentially Qin Zhongyang’s private property and had specially trained bodyguards protecting it.
For Mr. Jiu to go in like that, it was like a lamb entering a tiger’s den.
Thinking of this, the driver suddenly remembered the boy’s demeanor just now. He didn’t show the slightest fear. The driver sighed, wondering whether he should call it youthful recklessness or the fearless boldness of the young...
Frowning slightly, he decided to inform the Fourth Young Master just in case something happened later that he could not bear the responsibility for.
Meanwhile, as Bi Xia approached the tea house, she received some information from 007. She had wondered why the tea house didn’t even have a name; it turned out to be Qin Zhongyang’s private tea house. Sensing the lurking danger in the corners, Bi Xia’s red lips curled coldly. Interesting.
Standing at the door for a while, Bi Xia noticed that no one came forward to guide her. It was clear she was being completely ignored. Bi Xia instantly understood that this was Qin Zhongyang’s way of trying to intimidate her.
She chuckled, turned around, and sat down on a nearby hanging chair. She crossed her legs on the table, reclined lazily, leisurely picked up the earbuds hanging around her neck, placed them over her head, adjusted her sunglasses, and began to relax with her eyes closed.
No one has managed to intimidate Bi Xia yet.
The tea house manager, who had been watching from the corner, was momentarily stunned by Bi Xia’s actions. Obviously, this was not what they had expected.
Looking at the boy’s relaxed posture, he seemed more like he was treating the place as his own home rather than being intimidated.
"You must be Bi Xia. Please follow me," the tea house manager took a deep breath, listening to the instructions through the intercom, and couldn’t help but feel a moment of admiration for the boy.
However, he still shook his head. Although Qin Zhongyang was not the heir to the Qin Family, he was still a notable figure in Beijing. Offending someone like that... well, it seemed the boy was just too reckless.
Just as the manager thought Bi Xia would get up and follow him, Bi Xia acted as if she hadn’t heard anything, resting her hands behind her head, leisurely swinging in the chair, with music faintly audible from the earbuds.
The manager frowned and tried to identify the song...
"たとえ火の中水の中草の中森の中,土の中雲の中あのコのスカートの中,なかなかなかなか,なかなかなかなか大変だけど,かならずgetだぜ,ポケモンgetだぜ,マサラタウンにさよならバイバイ~~~"
Japanese? What the hell?
The manager was confused as he looked at Bi Xia, who was wearing sunglasses and had her eyes closed. For a moment, he didn’t know what to do.
Frowning slightly, he called out again, but louder this time, "Bi Xia, right? Mr. Qin is asking you to go upstairs."
After the manager shouted, one second, two seconds, three seconds... time passed, but the boy didn’t react at all. Just as the manager was about to ask for instructions, he heard a cold voice from the other end.
"Since polite words don’t work, then force him to come up!"