"Old Mo didn’t come?"
Xi Nanfeng helped Ji Wei down, settled her on the yacht, and asked.
Ji Wei wasn’t in high spirits and nodded lightly. "They’ve taken a hostage to threaten Mo Qian. He’s probably gone to negotiate..."
"Goddamnit! Those bastards don’t give a damn about lives! I’m gonna go fight them!" Xi Nanfeng, filled with righteous indignation, rolled up his sleeves, pulled a handgun from his pocket, and prepared to leap onto the cruise ship.
However, just as he made a jumping motion, Qin Sixue grabbed him by the arm. "Brother Nanfeng, don’t go! It’s dangerous!"
"Let go." Xi Nanfeng turned back coldly. "My brothers are still up there. How can I cower like a turtle here?"
"Brother Nanfeng, the people up there wouldn’t blink an eye to kill. If something happens to you... I... I..." Qin Sixue’s voice trembled as her eyes reddened. She clutched the hem of his shirt tightly, refusing to let go.
Xi Nanfeng couldn’t bear to see a woman cry. Just as he was growing agitated, unsure of what to do, Ji Wei suddenly spoke up: "Second Young Master Xi, why don’t you take Miss Qin back first? It’s not safe here."
"Fine, fine! You women are so troublesome!"
Xi Nanfeng abruptly shoved the gun back into his pocket, furrowed his brows, and strode to the front of the yacht.
Seeing Xi Nanfeng abandon the idea of returning to the cruise ship, Qin Sixue secretly let out a sigh of relief. She looked up at the beautiful woman in front of her and spoke gently, "You must be Miss Ji, right? Thank you."
Ji Wei had been so concerned about Gu Moqian’s safety that she hadn’t paid much attention to the others on the yacht. Now, hearing Qin Sixue take the initiative to speak to her, she forced a faint smile. "You’re too kind, Miss Qin."
"You know me?" Qin Sixue asked, somewhat surprised.
Of course, Ji Wei wouldn’t admit to eavesdropping on her conversation with Xi Nanfeng in the cruise ship’s stateroom. She gave a brief explanation instead: "Mo Qian mentioned you to me."
But the Miss Qin in front of her was completely different from what Ji Wei had imagined.
She had assumed Miss Qin would be a willful and spoiled heiress. After all, it must take some guts to latch onto Xi Nanfeng.
But the girl before her, with smoky makeup, a rebellious short-haired look, and a surprisingly gentle and polite tone, was a bundle of contradictions.
Noticing Ji Wei’s appraising gaze, Qin Sixue didn’t mind at all. She brushed aside the strands of hair on her forehead and smiled as she said, "Miss Ji, you must think it’s strange, right? I’m clearly an heiress, yet I insist on dressing ."
Ji Wei pressed her lips together, signaling her agreement to Qin Sixue’s speculation.
Qin Sixue’s lips still held a faint smile, but her eyes shifted toward Xi Nanfeng, who was standing at the front of the yacht. Her tone turned pensive. "Actually, I dress to cater to someone’s taste."
Someone... Xi Nanfeng?
Ji Wei quietly listened, not interrupting.
"Brother Nanfeng has always been bold and carefree. I thought he would like strong, straightforward girls with a lot of personality. That’s why I intentionally dressed this way. But actually, though I’ve styled myself , at my core, I’m not at all. And maybe that’s why Brother Nanfeng doesn’t like me."
Ji Wei felt a jolt in her heart.
So Qin Sixue’s entire look was designed simply to catch Xi Nanfeng’s attention.
For the person she liked, an heiress was willing to transform herself into a bad-girl persona. Such courage to change wasn’t something everyone had.
Looking at Qin Sixue’s slightly sorrowful expression, Ji Wei suddenly spoke up. "Maybe you’re trying in the wrong direction? Perhaps the real you is actually Second Young Master Xi’s type."