Qin Jin had anticipated he would say this and chuckled with a bewitching smile, "It’s just a few million; I can afford to give away that much."
"When it comes to things my woman fancies, it’s never your turn to give them."
Shi Yu took his time pulling out a cigarette from the pack, tossed the pack aside, then lit the cigarette and took a drag.
His eyes were narrowed, mysterious and deep, every gesture he made exuded an overwhelming presence.
No matter when, he always carried himself with the pride of a monarch, inspiring both awe and an intimidating distance.
Qin Jin found him somewhat boring, leaned over to pull a cigarette from the pack, and tried to light it with his lighter from his pocket, but after several tries, it just wouldn’t ignite.
He was slightly irritated and chucked the lighter into a nearby trash can, turning to Shi Yu, "Lend me a light."
Shi Yu remained unmoved, clearly not intending to lend his lighter to him.
Having dealt with him before, Qin Jin knew his temper very well: once he said no, he meant it.
He signaled a waiter to come over: "Go get me a lighter."
"Certainly, Mr. Qin, please wait a moment."
Before the waiter had left, Shi Yu tossed his expensive lighter over, which Qin Jin caught swiftly, unable to help but snicker, "Thought you wouldn’t lend it? Since when did Mr. Shi also start losing principles?"
Shi Yu glanced at him disdainfully, casually retorted: "It’s a gift."
Qin Jin examined the lighter and clicked his tongue, "Truly someone who knows how to live. Even the cheapest model of this brand of lighters would cost a five-figure sum."
With a click, he flipped open the lighter lid, lit his cigarette, and took a few puffs.
His style was hardly graceful, but it had its own lethal appeal.
Qin Jin, the object of countless Jiang City girls’ adoration—young, handsome, whose only flaw was his flirtatious nature.
He changed women more frequently than his clothes but was also very particular, showing no interest in three types of women:
First, women in the entertainment industry.
Second, women who were not clean.
Third, women who were vain and materialistic.
With women he was attracted to, he wouldn’t wait for them to ask; he would continuously lavish money on them.
The reason Shi Yu kept Qin Jin close wasn’t for anything else but because he felt Qin Jin was worth the effort of deep friendship—seemingly frivolous on the surface but actually very loyal.
After finishing his cigarette, Shi Yu flicked the butt into the ashtray, leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and his gaze turned alternately sharp and obscure, sinking into depth, pondering unknown thoughts.
Qin Jin noticed him, "What’s wrong, got something troubling you?"
Shi Yu didn’t answer his question but asked him instead, "What do you know about the Shen Family?"
Taken seriously by his tone, Qin Jin grew solemn, "Are you talking about Shen Yuan and Shen Bo’s family?"
"The Shen Family, impressive! Judging by how things are going, I, Qin Jin, will be overshadowed by them soon!"
Speaking of the Shen Family, Qin Jin was utterly admiring. Within just a few years, the Shen Family had monopolized all real estate in Jiang City, continuously expanding, now they can be called the largest group in Jiang City.
Shi Yu had a deep, thoughtful look, paused for a moment before speaking coldly, "There’s something I need you to investigate thoroughly for me."
"Whether the last will and testament left by the Old Sir of Shen Family right before his death six years ago still exists."
Qin Jin didn’t ask why he wanted to know because he never had interest in other matters; he just agreed: "I’ll give you an answer in three days."