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Chapter 121 - 118: Lu Xiao: I Can't Tolerate This
Chapter 121 - 118: Lu Xiao: I Can't Tolerate This
Chapter 121: Chapter 118: Lu Xiao: I Can’t Tolerate This
Shanghai during this season is quite rainy.
Even after the plum-rain season has passed, drizzles are still a common occurrence.
Now, as evening approached, the dazzling lights of this bustling international metropolis gradually submerged into the veil of rain.
This place is marked by a huge wealth disparity, a heaven for the rich, hell for the poor.
But regardless of which group one belongs to, no one can escape the worldly hustle and bustle.
A cool Lamborghini splashes through puddles on the ground, heading into Tomson Yipin in Lujiazui.
on the way to to Wen Xian’s residence at Tomson Yipin.
Tomson Yipin overlooks the entirety of Shanghai, with The Bund in full view, averaging over three hundred thousand per square meter, only affordable for billionaires.
In the car, Huo Qi asked while driving, “I’ll take you to a Michelin restaurant on The Bund, it’s been booked months in advance.”
Wen Xian, seated in the passenger seat, kicked off her high heels and rubbed her feet, frowning as she said, “No, I have to go back early to rest today, I have an appointment tomorrow.”
She had paid someone to drive her Mercedes-Benz G-Class back from Qinghai, or else she would have driven herself.
As soon as Huo Qi heard her words, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly asked, “Who’s the appointment with? I came all this way just to be your escort, and you don’t ask me, but someone else?!”
Damn it, which dog could it be?
Hope it’s not some… she encountered in Qinghai—
“It’s Cheng Dongyuan, we have an appointment tomorrow night at six to dine at a Western restaurant on The Bund,” Wen Xian bluntly interrupted his guess.
However, as soon as she finished speaking, Huo Qi slammed on the brakes, his face instantly changing.
Damn! It’s actually Cheng Dongyuan!
That was her ex-boyfriend with whom she had been in a relationship for three years.
“Can’t you drive? If not, let me do it!” Wen Xian was jerked by his sudden braking and couldn’t help but snap at him.
Huo Qi gritted his teeth, repressing some emotion, and said, “I’m so annoyed with that guy. Why are you meeting him, and at a Western restaurant no less? Don’t tell me he wants to get back together with you!”
That old man, damn well into his thirties, is still hung up on his Xianxian. Doesn’t he have any pride?
No way, it looks like the bodyguard I found who looks like Wu Yanzu needs to be put in place quickly, to prevent that old man from getting near her and making his move.
Wen Xian’s eyebrows were furrowed tight, “What are you fantasizing about? I’m meeting him because of work. I’m eyeing a movie part, the lead female role, and he’s the producer.”
“Damn, what movie? Are you lacking money? I’ll give you the money, you don’t have to go to him!” Huo Qi blurted out.
Upon hearing this, Wen Xian immediately retorted, “That’s not an option.”
She had inquired carefully about that movie; the location was just right, in Qinghai, with themes revolving around cultural relics and wildlife protection. And there, every breath of air bore Lu Xiao’s essence.
If she was there, wouldn’t it be close to visit him during the shoot?
Hearing her outright refusal, Huo Qi thought she wanted to get back together with Cheng Dongyuan, and instantly felt an itching in his teeth with rage.
Fine, very good.
Let’s see how he can sabotage their rendezvous!
After dropping Wen Xian off at Tomson Yipin, he stayed downstairs, took out his phone, and made a call.
After a moment, the call connected.
Huo Qi clenched his teeth, “Bro, it’s time for you to make a move. Tomorrow night, at a Western restaurant on The Bund, come with me, I need your help to deal with someone!”
The person on the other end of the line was silent for a moment before replying, “…I’m not a thug.”
Huo Qi rolled down the window and spat out into the night, “Damn it, brother, my girlfriend is about to meet her ex at a romantic Western restaurant, can I fucking tolerate that?”
There was a moment of deathly stillness on the line, followed by an extremely slow response, each word weighed, “Whether you can tolerate it or not, I don’t know, but I do know one thing—I can’t.”