If South Sea Entertainment City is a well-known cultural and entertainment hub, then Chen Garden is a private and exclusive top-tier luxury leisure venue.
The vast wisteria blooms dotting Chen Garden shimmered brilliantly under the lights, their colors vibrant, as bright as day.
Inside the fishing room, Li Qiao and Shang Yu took their seats, with a Louis XIII Collector’s Edition and an assortment of exquisite fruit platters laid out on the table.
Qiu Huan and Ou Bai had gone to the restroom.
Li Qiao fiddled with her phone, his suit jacket still draped over her shoulders, the uniquely masculine scent whiffing into her nose from time to time, beguilingly seductive in such a night.
"Master Yan, is the old man still at South Sea?"
Shang Yu looked back from the interior area, his Adam’s apple rolling as he eyed her, parting his lips, "He’s still there, going back to Parma on Saturday."
Li Qiao pursed her lips, gazing at the man’s deep and sculpted features, her lips curved slightly, "Then, could I trouble Master Yan to convey my thanks to the old man again? I only found out yesterday that the card is a Rare Gold Diamond Card, which seems quite rare."
"Why don’t you thank him in person?" Shang Yu’s lips curved up slightly, his handsome cheek revealing a hint of amusement.
Li Qiao’s eyes flickered, discreetly avoiding his gaze as she looked into the distance, "The old man has just returned to South Sea, he might be busy. Would it be appropriate for me to disturb him so rashly?"
Indeed, she was keen on meeting Shang Zonghai again, perhaps there would be unexpected gains.
At this moment, Shang Yu stretched his legs in front of him, ankles crossed, his posture exuding ease and comfort, "It may not be appropriate for others, but for you, no problem."
Hearing his response, Li Qiao slowly turned her gaze. The moonlight tonight was lovely, unobscured by clouds, revealing stars seldom seen during the rainy season.
Li Qiao felt, perhaps it was the enchanting night sky, that made her read an obvious softness in Shang Yu’s dark eyes.
It was a kind of indulgence that comes with being favored.
Li Qiao’s lips curled into a faint smile, her eyes rippling, "What does the old gentleman like to eat? Maybe I can invite him for a casual meal as a way to express my thanks."
Shang Yu gazed deeply at her, a faint smile playing on his lips, "No need to go through the trouble, you can also express your thanks by dining at the mansion."
Just then, Liuyun, who had been waiting nearby, received a phone call.
After listening to its content, he hurried to the fishing platform, "Boss, Miss Li, take a look at this."
With that, Liuyun handed over the cell phone. Shang Yu gave it a cursory glance, his smile fading, his eyes gradually turning cold, shadowed by a dark aura.
Li Qiao, unsure of what was happening, hadn’t had the chance to look at the screen when Qiu Huan and Ou Bai hurried back as well.
"Sis, you’re on the trending news!" Qiu Huan shouted from a distance.
Ou Bai, trailing a few steps behind him, was also looking at something on his return.
At this remark, Li Qiao nonchalantly unlocked her phone, logged into Weibo, and saw the trending news they were talking about.
The post was from a regular account, featuring a video that happened to capture the scene from yesterday at Eastern Suburb Sports Complex Pavilion No. 2.
The video had not seen many views initially, but after a day and night of shares and likes, its popularity had been frenziedly stirred up by a swarm of "passersby" netizens.
Video title: "Nowadays, the fighters have such looks, I’m unworthy of fighting."
Though there was no direct footage of the fight in the video, there was a man on a stretcher, his face covered in blood, and with Li San’s fierce aura, anyone would believe in the authenticity of the fight.
Li Qiao didn’t care much about the video; after all, it could be taken down with some money.
But she accidentally tapped the comments section.
Perhaps... what really boosted the video’s exposure were the comments.
Homework is to do by yourself: The young lady on the right in the gray suit, I need her contact information within three minutes.
Rapid and effortful: Hah, can her looks match up to my idol? (1 second later: Already licked the screen, climbed the wall, goodbye Ou Bai!)
Don’t call me a hooligan: Whether she’s pretty doesn’t matter, I mainly want to date a girl like that.
Triple rainbow flop: Miss, would you mind dating a girl?