My sister, whom I raised, has turned evil after faking her death for three years.

Su Qing looked at the woman in front of her, and a question mark slowly appeared in her mind.

Want to hook up? Hook up with what? She doesn't even know her, what's the point of hooking up?

Before she could even process what was happening, the system softly announced in her mind, its tone still that emotionless, synthesized electronic voice, but with a subtle shift in wording: [Host, based on the other person's current heart rate, pupil dilation, and unconsciously moving closer to you, her dopamine and norepinephrine levels are significantly increasing.]

[This physiological reaction is usually related to sexual arousal. Combined with her earlier verbal cues, her "want to hook up?" most likely refers to wanting to engage in some intimate behavior with the host that goes beyond friendship.]

Su Qing stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.

No, could this appointment be... that?

Ding Xin looked at Su Qing's stunned expression, and the lust in his heart burned even more fiercely. Her face was even more beautiful up close than from afar. Her skin was as white as a freshly peeled egg, her eyelashes were long and thick, and her eyes were as clear as mountain spring water, so clear that you could see right through them.

This was clearly a clean, untouched treasure, and her reaction was so pure and obedient, which intensified the itch in her heart.

She slightly curled the corners of her lips, lowering her voice to a softer, more seductive tone: "How about it, little beauty? I'll give you 100,000 yuan, how about you keep me company for a while? Don't worry, I don't get long manicures, and my fingers are quite long, you know."

As she spoke, she raised her other hand, her five slender fingers gently spreading in the air, the tips painted with dark red nail polish, like some kind of silent hint.

Then she turned her head slightly and leaned closer to Su Qing's face, wanting to first plant a kiss on her fair cheek.

However, the moment Su Qing leaned closer, she slipped through the gap between Ding Xin and the wall. The movement was so fast that Ding Xin only felt her arm go empty before Su Qing was already standing two steps behind her.

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Su Qing turned around and looked at the woman who was still in the wall-slamming position. Her expression remained polite, but her eyes had a faint chill in them: "Madam, please have some self-respect." After saying that, she didn't look at Ding Xin again and turned to walk towards the end of the corridor without looking back.

Ding Xin slowly straightened up, looking in the direction she disappeared. The smile on his face not only did not disappear, but deepened.

"Interesting, very interesting."

She murmured to herself, her tongue lightly licking the corner of her mouth.

I never expected that when she was in a bad mood and went out for a walk, she would run into such a treasure while looking for a place to use the restroom.

Of course, she hadn't forgotten why she was there, but now she wasn't in a hurry; she had plenty of time to take her time.

There isn't a girl in the Beizaicheng Ancient Street area that Ding Xin can't win over. If the other party doesn't agree, it's simply because her asking price isn't high enough or her conditions aren't attractive enough.

No rush, little girls like this are more fun to play with.

She leaned against the wall by the bathroom door, already imagining the adorable sight of that aloof beauty with reddened eyes beneath her. A smile slowly curved her lips into a shape that would be considered terrifying by onlookers.

Su Qing walked quickly back to the lobby, mentally complaining to the system as she went: "This is the first time in my life I've been hit on by a woman, and she immediately asked me out... What kind of nonsense is this?"

The system paused for a moment, seemingly performing some kind of semantic analysis, before responding solemnly: [From a statistical perspective, the host's physical appearance does indeed easily attract diverse attention; however, please rest assured, the system does not possess any form of dating functionality.]

Su Qing's lips twitched, too lazy to argue with it anymore.

Fortunately, she doesn't look like someone who's easy to bully. Although her face does look less aggressive now than it did three years ago, she's not someone people would think they could just buy and take away.

She didn't dwell on it, because the image in her mind was too bizarre. She shook her head to banish these chaotic thoughts and returned to the table where they had been sitting.

When Lin Zhi saw her return, she stopped in her tracks, about to stand up to look for her. She carefully observed Su Qing's expression and felt that something seemed off about Miss Su after she returned from the restroom, as if something had happened but she didn't want to talk about it.

She asked Su Qing with concern what had happened.

Upon hearing this, Su Qing's mind flashed back to the woman's strong, pungent perfume when she got close to him, and her lips painted with dark red lipstick. She shivered slightly, then shook her head and said it was nothing, she had just been delayed for a moment.

She didn't want this little thing to spoil everyone's good mood; it was just a minor incident anyway.

Soon the waiter came over with three set meals. The exquisite steamer was filled with various dim sum, including crystal-clear shrimp dumplings, emerald green siu mai, golden and shiny char siu pastries, and several plates of well-made cold dishes.

Looking at the dazzling array of delicious food, Su Qing's mood improved.

She picked up a shrimp dumpling and took a bite. The sweet and savory broth burst in her mouth, and the unpleasant memory from before was instantly forgotten.

Just as the group was enjoying their meal, the waiter came over with a food cart again.

The food cart was laden with several exquisite dishes that were clearly not part of the set meal they had just ordered: a whole, bright red, crispy roast duck, a beautifully presented abalone stew, and several seafood dishes that looked quite expensive.

Wen Liang reached out to stop the waiter who was about to bring the dishes to the table: "Are you sure you're not mistaken? We've already ordered everything."

The waiter was taken aback. He looked down at the order record in his hand and then at the table number: "A lady with red hair said she was with you and ordered these things for us to make and bring over."

"Cough cough..." Su Qing almost spat out the mouthful of sweet tea she had just drunk when she heard the words "red-haired lady".

She tried her best to hold it in, but ended up choking and coughing several times, her face turning red and her eyes filled with tears.

Lin Zhi quickly reached out to pat her back, while looking at the waiter with a puzzled expression: "Red-haired lady? Are you sure?" The waiter didn't seem very sure either, flipping through the bill over and over, muttering that the table number was correct.

Just as Lin Zhi was wondering if her young mistress had changed into a different red wig, the woman who had stopped Su Qing in the restroom earlier walked over gracefully.

She was still dressed boldly, her red hair standing out flamboyantly under the warm yellow lights of the teahouse.

The waiter saw her and quickly said that this was the lady. The waiter was probably a newcomer and was still standing there at a loss when a senior employee quickly pulled her away from behind. The senior employee's movement was fast and urgent, as if he was avoiding some kind of flood or monster.

Ding Xin walked to their table, his gaze sweeping over it before finally settling on Su Qing, who was choking on something and had tears welling in her eyes and her cheeks flushed.

Her already beautiful face was now flushed with a faint pink, and a tear clung to the corner of her eye. Her soft breathing made her throat tight.

She swallowed subtly, forcing what she thought was a very polite smile: "Everyone, how's the food?"

Lin Zhi almost instinctively pulled Su Qing behind her, stood up and stood between Ding Xin and the table, her voice turning cold: "Who are you? We don't remember having a friend like you."

Wen Liang put down his teacup, pushed up his glasses, and spoke in his usual cool tone, but his words carried a clear sense of wariness: "Madam, we don't know you. Please don't disturb our meal."

Ding Xin wasn't annoyed by their wary tone; he just smiled and shrugged, "As the saying goes, those destined to meet will find each other even from a thousand miles away. We're destined to be together, so let's be friends."

Although she was speaking to Wen Liang, her gaze kept drifting, intentionally or unintentionally, toward Su Qing, who was being shielded by Lin Zhi.

Su Qing had also recovered by this time. She raised her head from behind Lin Zhi and looked at Ding Xin with an unfriendly expression.

Ding Xin remarked that even when the little girl was angry, she looked beautiful. Her brows were slightly furrowed, her lips were tightly pursed, and her clear eyes were staring at her without blinking, like a little kitten that had been provoked. The fiercer she was, the more you wanted to reach out and pet her.

She suppressed the irritation in her throat, mentally raised the price by another notch, and continued chatting with them with a smile: "Speaking of which, I met this cutie in the restroom earlier, and we hit it off immediately. You must also be traveling in Beicheng, right? Perfect, I know this area like the back of my hand. I can be your guide and make sure you have a great time, all for free!"

Lin Zhi and Wen Liang exchanged a glance and immediately understood that Miss Su had indeed encountered trouble when she went to the restroom, and that this person had been targeting Miss Su from beginning to end.

Lin Zhi coldly refused her, her tone resolute: "No need, we're not short of money, and we've already planned our trip. Thank you for your kindness, but we don't need it."

Su Qing spoke up, her voice not loud but each word clear and cold: "I don't want to be friends with you, please leave."

Ding Xin sighed as he listened to Su Qing's beautiful voice and saw that such cold and pretty mouth could utter such heartless words.

That sigh carried a hint of regret, a hint of pity, and an even stronger desire.

"Really, how can they be so heartless... I didn't want it to be like this."

Her tone was soft and gentle, as if she were talking to her beloved kitten, but the light in her eyes had changed, from ambiguous flirting to something deeper and more dangerous.

She raised her hand and snapped her fingers crisply.

A group of tall men poured in from all the entrances of the teahouse and began to drive away the other customers.

A couple on a date were pushed and stumbled toward the door. The guy wanted to say something, but his girlfriend pulled him back and whispered, "Let's go."

Hearing the commotion, the teahouse manager rushed out of his office. Before he could even put on a smile, two men grabbed his arms and dragged him out. He was thrown outside before he could even finish saying, "What are you doing?"

In less than two minutes, the entire teahouse was cleaned up. All the entrances and exits were blocked by these burly men, leaving only Su Qing and her group's table by the side window of the main hall.

Lin Zhi suddenly stood up, completely shielding Su Qing behind her, and stared intently at Ding Xin in front of her: "What do you want to do? If you have a problem, come at me."

Upon hearing this, Ding Xin actually gave her a serious once-over, his gaze sweeping from Lin Zhi's face to her business suit, and from the suit to her low heels, as if he were evaluating a product that did not fit his aesthetic at all.

After a moment, she shrugged, her smile carrying a hint of sincere apology: "I'm sorry, I came to see the young lady, you—are too old."

The air seemed to freeze in that instant.

Lin Zhi froze on the spot as if a pause button had been pressed, and then her expression began to shatter at a visible speed.

Wen Liang closed his eyes beside him, gently pressing his fingers on his temples, as if preparing himself mentally for what was about to happen.

"What did you say?!"

Lin Zhi's face turned bright red. If Su Qing hadn't quickly grabbed her waist from behind, she would have been ready to pounce on Ding Xin and fight him to the death.

Seeing her furious expression, Ding Xin showed no sign of nervousness. Instead, he added insult to injury with an even more innocent tone: "Look, this is the premonition of menopause in an old woman."

"Who are you calling an old woman! Say it again and see! You're the old one! Your whole family is old! Your hair is dyed like a red light and you still have the nerve to call me old! You—" Su Qing covered her mouth tightly to finish her sentence.

Su Qing pulled Lin Zhi back while holding her around the waist, desperately whispering in her ear, "Calm down, calm down!"