Can't afford to pay for the takeout? Stunning CEO: Then pay with your body!

Two minutes later.

The GTR roared up the mountain and came to a sudden stop beside it.

Qin Xiao pushed open the car door and got out, his face as pale as paper, and his legs even felt a little weak.

He looked at the man leaning against the hood of the Ferrari, smoking, his eyes filled with an extremely complex expression.

There was no anger, no resentment.

There was only a deep sense of powerlessness.

Faced with absolute power, all skills and ruthlessness become a joke.

"I lost."

Qin Xiao walked up to Zhang Yan, his voice hoarse.

He pulled a dagger from his waist and was about to stab his left hand.

A bet is a bet; you have to accept the loss and leave one hand behind—that's the rule.

"Ding!"

A coin flew through the air and struck the blade of the dagger precisely.

The dagger flew out of his hand and stuck in the soil beside him.

Zhang Yan toyed with the few coins left in his hand and said calmly, "Your hands are for holding guns to protect our country, not for cutting watermelons for me."

"and……"

Zhang Yan walked over and patted Qin Xiao's stiff shoulder.

"If you become disabled, you'll blame it on my Qingcheng, claiming it's a work injury."

"I'm stingy and don't want to pay for medical expenses."

Qin Xiao was stunned.

Looking into Zhang Yan's clear eyes, he suddenly understood why Nie Qingcheng had chosen this man.

Such magnanimity, such vision.

All those second-generation rich kids in Beijing who only know how to fight over women wouldn't be enough to beat someone with one hand.

Qin Xiao took a deep breath, stood up straight, and gave Zhang Yan a standard military salute.

Thanks.

"From now on in the capital, if anyone dares to touch you, they'll have to ask me, Qin Xiao, for permission first."

After saying that, he turned around, got into the car, and left without looking back.

……

It was already late at night when we returned to the Nie family's old house.

The people in the hall had long since dispersed, leaving only Nie Zhenbang sitting in the armchair, the sandalwood prayer beads in his hand spinning rapidly.

Seeing Zhang Yan and Nie Qingcheng walk in hand in hand, completely unharmed, not even their clothes were wrinkled.

Nie Zhenbang's fingers stopped.

He doesn't need to ask about the results.

Qin Xiao had just called and only said one sentence: "Grandpa Nie, let's call off this engagement. I'm not good enough for Qingcheng. That kid... is someone special."

It's astonishing that Qin Xiao, that arrogant "mad dog," would say something like that.

Nie Zhenbang looked at Zhang Yan, and the last trace of contempt in his eyes completely vanished.

"grandfather."

Nie Qingcheng stepped forward, her tone still cold, but less tense than before, "We've come to say goodbye."

"You're leaving already?"

Nie Zhenbang's voice sounded a few years older.

"I have work to do at the company, and..."

Nie Qingcheng glanced at Zhang Yan, "The air here isn't very good. I'm worried he won't get used to it if he stays here too long."

Nie Zhenbang remained silent for a long time.

Looking at the perfect couple before him, he suddenly felt that all his life's struggles for fame and fortune, all his scheming and plotting, seemed rather ridiculous.

"Let's go."

Nie Zhenbang waved his hand, as if shooing away flies, but his tone revealed a strange weariness and compromise.

"Don't come back to upset me anymore if there's nothing else to do."

"besides."

The old man took out a jade pendant from his pocket and tossed it to Nie Qingcheng.

"This is what your grandma gave to this kid. She said it's for him to treat you better in the future, and if he dares to bully you, he can use this to complain to her."

Nie Qingcheng took the jade pendant, her eyes slightly red.

That was the Nie family's heirloom jade, passed down only to the eldest grandson's wife, but now it has been given to Zhang Yan.

What this means is self-evident.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

Zhang Yan also bowed slightly: "Thank you, sir."

……

Two o'clock in the morning.

A Gulfstream G650 private jet cut through the night sky, heading towards the river and sea.

Soothing jazz music filled the cabin, and a faint aroma of fragrance permeated the air.

Nie Qingcheng changed out of her tight dress and into a loose silk robe. Holding a glass of champagne, she curled up barefoot on the large leather sofa.

Looking out the window at the surging sea of ​​clouds, she felt as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders, and she became as languid as a cat basking in the sun.

"It's finally over."

Nie Qingcheng took a sip of wine, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes became hazy.

Zhang Yan sat opposite her, peeling a large hairy crab—this was a late-night snack that Du Mingxuan had specially arranged to be delivered before takeoff.

"Yes, it's over."

Zhang Yan pushed a plate full of crab meat in front of her. "Now no one's forcing you to marry a special forces soldier, aren't you happy?"

Nie Qingcheng picked up a piece of crab meat and put it in her mouth. The sweet and fresh taste made her squint her eyes in satisfaction.

She looked at Zhang Yan, suddenly put down her wine glass, walked barefoot to his side, and straddled his lap.

"Zhang Yan".

Nie Qingcheng wrapped her arms around his neck, her breath slightly tipsy, and whispered in his ear.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yan wiped his hands with a tissue.

"I think..."

Nie Qingcheng drew circles on his chest with her fingers, her voice becoming somewhat sticky, carrying a hint of probing and a barely perceptible desire.

"There are only the two of us on this plane, what do you think...?"

"Shall we have a child?"

"puff--"

Zhang Yan spat out the mouthful of soda water he had just taken a sip of.

"Cough cough cough! What did you say?!"

Nie Qingcheng chuckled as she looked at his disheveled appearance, but her eyes were unusually serious, even a little... dangerous.

I'm serious.

She leaned closer to Zhang Yan, her red lips almost touching his, her breath sweet as orchids.

"Look, you have such good genes, and I'm so beautiful, our baby will definitely be a genius."

"and……"

Nie Qingcheng's fingers slid down his abdominal muscles, her eyes filled with longing.

"Didn't Grandpa give you all the family heirlooms? Shouldn't we... hurry up and find an heir?"

Zhang Yan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he felt the temperature in the cabin instantly rise by ten degrees.

This woman, when she drinks, is an absolutely deadly enchantress.

"Um... honey, we're still in heaven, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Zhang Yan attempted a final struggle.

"What's inappropriate about it?"

Nie Qingcheng directly covered his mouth with her tongue, and said something indistinctly.

"This is called...walking on clouds."

Just as Zhang Yan was about to give up resistance and go with the flow.

【Ding! 】

Suddenly, that damn, mood-killing system notification sound rang out in my mind.

[Emergency Side Quest Triggered: The Undercurrents of the River and Sea!]

[During the period when the host was detected to have left, a major business event occurred in Jianghai City.]

[Mission Hint: Your "soft rice" might be going bad. Someone has taken advantage of the situation and is stealing from Nie Qingcheng's hometown.]

Zhang Yan suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed Nie Qingcheng's hand that was unbuttoning his shirt.

"Honey, let's not rush into having a baby."

Zhang Yan looked into Nie Qingcheng's dazed eyes, and his gaze instantly sharpened.

"We think we need to hurry."

"Something happened at home."