Chapter 13: The hearing aid on the tip of the male model's ear...

The hearing aid on the tip of the man's ear did its job very well, transmitting every word the woman said clearly to his ears, vibrating so much that his eardrum hurt.

And his hand, which had been against the door frame, slowly withdrew.

I'm not reluctant to let you go, Qingqing. After three years of living together, you have such a cruel heart.

No, you have no heart. Qi Hanmu slowly lowered his eyes. Taking advantage of the dim light here, he slammed his forehead against the wall. Even with the back of his hand supporting it, it still hurt, and it was excruciating.

A trace of violence emerged from the man's eyes. He pulled off the hearing aid with force, turned around coldly, and looked at the manager who was standing in front of him with his head lowered and shoulders hunched, not daring to breathe.

Next to the manager, Meng Ge was kneeling. The right corner of his eye was bulging and swollen, and his left cheek was bruised, as if he had been beaten.

He didn't know how things turned out like this. He brought his manager here, originally wanting the manager to support him, but the manager was so scared when he took one look at this person that he almost peed his pants and kept asking him to apologize to this person.

He only heard the manager calling out "Master Qi San" in a trembling voice while begging for mercy.

"Manager," Meng Ge's face changed at that time. He thought that this man was just spending a lot of money in the dimly lit area. He raised his neck and argued with the manager.

"Ask your conscience, how much has my brother Meng spent here? I have a bunch of brothers, and he's just one person. How can he be considered a boss? And I still say I'm a boss!"

Unexpectedly, retribution came as soon as I finished speaking.

A fist hit him in the face. Before Meng Ge could block it, he saw that the small dimly lit area was surrounded by a group of bodyguards in black. The one who hit him was one of them - an unremarkable one.

A man with combed hair and wearing gold-framed glasses who looked like a scholar lowered his head beside Mr. Qi Sanye, as if asking for instructions.

The manager was next to Meng Ge. At first he shouted, "Third Master, please spare me." But when Third Master Qi glared at him, the manager became speechless.

One only feels pain when a fist hits oneself. Meng Ge was hit by seven punches. Without the manager's intervention, he could only kneel down and beg for mercy, shouting for his life. He wanted to tentatively shout, "Master Qi San, please be magnanimous and don't bother with me," but before he could do so, he saw Master Qi San raised one hand, with the side of his hand facing them, slender and powerful.

Obviously he disliked them for being too noisy.

Now, Meng Ge could only remain silent. He knelt down straighter and waited for his punishment, hoping that this gentleman would be gentler on him because of his good attitude of admitting his mistake.

Before Meng Ge arrived, he saw the Third Master with his back to them, his head slowly leaning against the wall. He was wearing a straight handmade suit, sparkling diamond cufflinks, and shiny leather shoes, but his whole body was filled with inexplicable loneliness and powerful oppression.

Before Meng Ge could figure out what was going on, he heard the cold and hoarse voice of the Third Master.

"It's all been dealt with."

No one dared to resist, and the lights had been cleared out at some point. There was no one outside, only some private rooms inside were still bustling with singing and dancing, casting a bizarre and dazzling light.

"Mercy..." Meng Ge had just opened his mouth when someone behind him stuffed a strip of cloth into his mouth. His eyes suddenly widened, and the moment he was dragged away, he finally felt hopeless.

This time, he ran into a tough problem.

The manager was still standing by, not daring to look up at the gentleman, worried that he wouldn't be able to serve him properly if he didn't read his expression. His forehead was sweating profusely, his mind was blank, but fortunately his tongue held together. "Third Master, this guy is ignorant and has offended you. How about you just play as long as you want? I'll tell the boss that he won't keep a record and won't charge you. Is that okay?"

"You think you can afford to compensate me for disturbing the Third Master's leisure time?"

Luo Miao, the scholar-looking assistant next to Qi Hanmu, snorted, and it was hard to tell whether his tone was happy or unhappy.

The usually arrogant manager didn't dare to look up, and added in a low voice, "So, in your opinion, how should this matter be handled?"

The manager cursed the boss thousands of times in his heart. The boss didn't dare to face Mr. Qi Sanye, so he let him come to meet the devil under pressure. He was not afraid that he would mess things up. Couldn't the store be opened?

Well, he really didn't dare.

In Jiangcheng, there is no one who has the courage to offend Mr. Qi Sanye.

Seeing that his Third Master didn't say anything, Luo Miao rolled his eyes and coughed, "Stop being an eyesore here, get out."

Maybe the master has his own plans.

Luo Miao swore that within a second of this thought coming to his mind, he heard a voice coming from the Third Master.

"cigarette."

"Okay," Luo Miao took it out immediately, but when he saw the bony hand stretched out before him, he hesitated and put it back, "Master, Doctor Qin said you can't touch cigarettes now."

Qi Hanmu's eyes were dark, like a ball of ink that couldn't be stirred. He lowered his eyelids to hide any unnecessary emotions, only his white Adam's apple rolled, "You talk too much."

Luo Miao didn't dare to speak, his hand froze in mid-air. He wanted to withdraw it, but was stopped by the Third Master's clean white hand with some calluses.

That’s the Third Master, how dare he disobey him?

Luo Miao didn't dare to do it, so he gave in and let the hand reach out, open the cigarette box and take out a cigarette.

"Lighter." The man's voice was light.

"Ah?" Luo Miao was really scared. He subconsciously raised his hand to protect his pocket, his brows furrowed, "This, this..."

Seeing how anxious he was, Qi Hanmu's narrow and indifferent eyes finally showed a hint of smile, but soon, it flashed by like a shooting star, disappearing in a flash, leaving only a dark color, as if it had never existed.

Qi Hanmu had a cigarette between his lips, his brows and eyes were distant, and his deep eye sockets had regained their composure. He leaned his right hand against the wall and patted Luo Miao's shoulder with his left hand, "Forget it this time."

Luo Miao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Their master is in poor health. Not to mention smoking, he can't even stand the smell of smoke. Fortunately, the master didn't insist on doing it this time, otherwise he, a small assistant, wouldn't be able to stop him.

"Cough cough cough..." Qi Hanmu took two steps forward, suddenly lowered his head, and covered his mouth and nose.

Luo Miao took two steps forward and wanted to reach out to support him, but no one took it. He hesitated for a moment, then took it back. Unless their Third Master was seriously ill, he would never accept their help.

Thinking of this, Luo Miao's eyes slowly turned to the box on the side. If only the lady was here, she would definitely be able to persuade the Third Master. However, it seemed that now the Third Master was the one following someone else without any status or position.

Luo Miao sighed like a single man, he couldn't understand or see through it.

In the box.

Su Huanhuan toasted with Xia Yiqing, "You are indeed my best friend. Men are nothing. Why would you be reluctant to give them up? At worst, you can just find another one. The same goes for the Third Master!"

Xia Yiqing raised her hand, and the edges of their wine glasses knocked against each other, making a crisp sound. The light and shadow were blurred in the two glasses of wine, as if they had turned into time, swaying and filling the years when the two had not communicated.

As the wine entered her throat, Xia Yiqing frowned almost imperceptibly. She had just drunk some wine, and now she was drinking again, which made her stomach churn violently.

Su Huanhuan also noticed it, and she put down her wine glass with a smile, pulling her to eat some snacks to fill her stomach. "I was wrong to let you drink without any preparation. Come on, come on, eat something quickly, at least you won't feel so uncomfortable then."

"Hey," Xia Yiqing picked up a heart-shaped apple and looked at Su Huanhuan, who raised an eyebrow.

"So, you and Third Master are completely done with each other? Like, never to see each other again in this life?"

The alcohol hit her brain, and Xia Yiqing managed to curl her lips. "I don't know... but he did catch up with me."

Su Huanhuan was very curious and pestered Xia Yiqing to explain the whole process clearly. Then she started to curse, saying that the Third Master was worthy of being a big shot in the business world. With his iron-blooded tactics, it was obvious that he was ruthless. Sure enough, he could even say that he had never given her a name. Is he still a man? He dares to do things but not to take responsibility. It was he who used the marriage agreement to tie Xia Yiqing to his side for three whole years.

"Third Master is so cruel, Qingqing, that's three years. How many three years of youth can a woman have?"

Xia Yiqing shook the wine glass, and the wine inside rolled like waves, but without any pattern, hitting the left side of the glass and then flowing to the other side.

Just like her life, it seems to be well-behaved, but in reality it is chaotic.

Seeing Xia Yiqing shaking her wine glass with her right hand, her eyes fixed on nothingness, Su Huanhuan assumed she hadn't come out yet. She grinned and patted Xia Yiqing on the shoulder, "Okay, since Third Master doesn't like us, let's find someone else. How about I get you some male models?"

Seeing that Xia Yiqing just frowned and didn't respond, Su Huanhuan waved her hand and was about to ask someone to call the male model.

"Goodbye..."

Xia Yiqing couldn't explain why she didn't want a male model. It might be that the void in her heart could not be filled by others.

Su Huanhuan originally insisted, but after the male model came in, Xia Yiqing didn't even look at him, but just rested her forehead on the sofa with her eyes closed. Su Huanhuan was helpless. After thinking about it, she guessed that the Third Master was still outside. She sighed and had to give money to send those male models away.

"If you don't want to look at male models, then we can sing, right?"

Xia Yiqing picked up the microphone.

This is a gentle and sad love song with delicate lyrics. The general meaning is to express the feeling of the seven-year itch. Two people who were originally in love could not withstand the passage of time and their relationship broke down. However, they still missed each other after they broke up. Unfortunately, neither of them was willing to give up their self-esteem, so they had to miss each other.

The lyrics seemed plain at first, but when Xia Yiqing sang it, she felt a bit more lost.

The lyrics flashed on the screen, transforming before her eyes into every little detail of their past.

Qi Hanmu is actually a responsible husband.

He did not restrict her from working. As long as he was at home, he would bring her fruits every day, give her a cup of warm milk before bed, prepare a basin of water for her to soak her feet, and move a small stool to sit in front of her and give her a massage.

The song entered the chorus, and the drums sounded, but Xia Yiqing quietly lowered her voice, letting the noisy accompaniment cover her tears and trembling.

A person like Qi Hanmu cannot be forgotten just like that.

He was cold and unkind in front of others, but caring and devoted to her behind their backs. He had a special possessiveness for her, bowed to her, and was even willing to follow her.

How could she have deserved this?

Across the door, Luo Miao cautiously persuaded their Third Master, "Third Master, Madam...Miss Xia is inside. Do you need me to invite her back to Yiyuan?"

Qi Hanmu's face was mostly pale, but his cheeks were a little red due to a low fever. His thin eyelids drooped, with blue lines running down them.

The marriage agreement between the two was kept a secret. Apart from the two parties involved, only the private lawyer who drafted the agreement knew about it. Therefore, Luo Miao had no idea what Mr. Qi Sanye and his wife were doing, and thought that there was a conflict between the two, but the marriage relationship still existed.

Qi Hanmu leaned against the wall with one hand. The low fever made his breathing heavy, but his mind became clearer and his desire for her was stirring in his heart.

After all, the two of them are only separated by a door.