The comic convention compressed the work into two days, so I arranged to meet Situ Ming at the Moon Gazing Cafe.
Wearing a bright smoky gray suit with a blue striped tie, and a limited edition shirt, plus her hair parted in a 3/7 style, and blue contact lenses that made her eyes sparkle.
When Situ Ming's tall figure appeared at Wangyue Cafe, the manager bowed and scraped as he pressed the elevator button and opened the door to the private room, providing exceptional service.
At the comic convention, he placed an oak safe on the table, entered the password, took out the brandy inside, poured himself a glass, and seemed to have a particular fondness for this liquor.
Situ Ming pulled out a chair and sat down. He was born a king, and even without saying a word, his imposing aura was undeniable.
"Want some? Top-quality brandy, Remy Martin, there are only two bottles in the world, obtained at an auction."
Situ Ming ordered a cup of hand-drip coffee. "No, I don't like drinking alcohol right now."
The man before them possessed an elegant and noble demeanor, with an exceptionally handsome face, but at the comic convention, he seemed to have two faces.
You don't realize it until you think about it carefully, but the more you understand it, the more you realize it.
His current aloof demeanor would immediately transform into docility in front of someone surnamed Zhao.
That's incredible.
Taking a sip of wine at the anime convention, he said, "Enough with the small talk, let's keep my promise."
Situ Ming raised an eyebrow. "Did she ask you to say it?"
Look at this, is it any more hypocritical?
The comic convention stunned everyone. "Wow, it's barely even started, and they're already protecting it?"
"I can make the decision."
Situ Ming shook his head firmly, "No, you can't."
At the anime convention, her beautiful eyes sparkled as she elegantly sipped her wine. "Situ Ming, I am Xiaoyue's brother. You don't need to be hostile towards me. Also, there are some things I need to make clear to you, otherwise, you won't be able to get into her heart."
"Besides, I have to say something about this."
The comic convention didn't want to see Zhao Xiaoyue reopen her wounds.
Situ Ming wasn't stupid; he understood what the comic convention organizers were thinking. However, he didn't want the matter of the dogtail grass to be handled by others.
What followed stirred up a storm in Situ Ming's heart.
"She's actually sick. As for why she's sick, I can't say. Just remember, she can't touch anything in a scene like the underground Colosseum chamber in Paris, otherwise... you saw how she went crazy."
At the comic convention, I changed my sitting position and said, "Severe affective disorder. Some people say that if depression is like a black dog, then the body of a person with bipolar disorder not only contains a black dog, but also a raging fire dragon."
"She once personally took those who tried to harass her to Southeast Asia, Tanzania, and they were all killed and their bodies were scattered to the winds."
"Yes, don't doubt it, it means exactly what it says."
Is it cruel?
She was sold into slavery at the age of eight and experienced horrific horrors. The fact that she was able to grow up normally and survive to this day is a testament to the mental strength of the Zhao family.
Her anxiety stemmed from the thought that if Situ Ming found out about her bloodthirsty side, he would abandon her without hesitation.
The comic convention knew how much Zhao Xiaoyue wanted someone, someone with a soulmate, to accompany her.
Is it selfish?
Perhaps so. Which person living in this world isn't selfish?
After finishing his conversation about the comic convention, he leisurely sipped his wine, occasionally glancing at the person opposite him.
Having come this far, how could Situ Ming easily reveal his inner emotions?
He simply curled his fingers and tapped lightly on the table. "Mr. Man seems to know Little Moon quite well?"
Zhao Xiaoyue's relationship with the comic convention was truly unusual, and Situ Ming exuded a terrifying chill.
He downed his drink in one gulp at the comic convention. “Ninth Young Master, there’s no need to test me here. I’ll say what I need to say, and you can’t possibly know what you shouldn’t know. Also, never try to force her. In terms of fighting skills, I believe there are few people in the whole country who can match her. Just like there has never been another Van Gogh in the world.”
Vincent van Gogh, the genius painter who suffered from bipolar disorder.
Situ Ming couldn't make sense of it at all.
Why can't he know the cause of the illness?
Are you still planning to continue?
No matter how nonchalant I appeared at the comic convention, deep down I was hoping that the person surnamed Zhao would have some good luck.
"Why didn't I continue? Why should I regret it?"
Situ Ming expressed some confusion. Would he back down just because the foxtail grass was sick?
What kind of logic is this?
At the comic convention, someone poured Situ Ming a glass of wine. "A little drink is good for the soul, have a glass."
Situ Ming picked up his coffee and drank some.
A faint hint of satisfaction crossed his face at the comic convention.
"The woman surnamed Zhao doesn't like being touched by others. Generally, anyone she finds repulsive will be kicked away if they get close. You're the first person to approach her as a woman and still survive unscathed, and even... ha!"
The comic convention lightly brushed past Situ Ming, leaving his unsaid words unsaid.
The fact that people can kiss and hug someone with the surname Zhao is, in the eyes of the comic convention, nothing short of a miracle.
"She particularly dislikes foreign food; she attacks all kinds of foreign food indiscriminately. She dislikes social engagements. She is also allergic to peanuts and peaches and is extremely afraid of water..."
Foods you don't like to eat?
I see.
Why are they afraid of water?
He gazed into the void, explaining everything in great detail.
"There's a piece of land near the central axis connecting Chenjiatun and Moon Bay. Mr. Man, are you interested in taking a stake?"
As soon as Situ Ming finished speaking, the comic convention erupted in laughter.
"Cough, cough cough cough, you're not kidding?"
The government has divided up that central axis, and land prices are changing every day, skyrocketing like they're on a rocket.
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