"What should I buy?" Wenjing hesitated for a moment, then picked up an antique vase and looked at it.
"I'll take you to the Ancient Pavilion." Qin Zhiluo looked around and saw that there wasn't anything of value there.
Only those with an invitation from the pavilion master can enter the ancient pavilion; even wealthy and powerful families cannot enter without one.
"Welcome, both of you. Do you have invitations?" A waitress dressed in a traditional Chinese cheongsam smiled at them.
Qin Zhiluo took out a lotus-shaped jade pendant with a gold rim.
"Honorable guests, please come in," the maid immediately bowed respectfully and invited them inside.
“Sure, sister,” Wenjing raised an eyebrow at her.
The maid quickly contacted the shop manager and explained the situation.
Qin Zhiluo chose a chessboard and chess pieces made of emeralds.
Wenjing didn't understand these things, so she asked Qin Zhiluo to help her choose a teapot made of sandalwood.
When Qin Zhiluo came over to pay the bill, the maid quickly waved her hand.
"Hello, I'm the store manager here," a middle-aged man who had rushed over walked towards them.
"The master said you can take whatever you want without paying," the shop manager said with respect in his eyes.
"Thanks," Qin Zhiluo said. She knew that Wenzhou's stores had spread to various countries, but this was her first time here.
They asked the store manager to help them send the items back, and then went to Weiguang Happy.
When Long Yanli received the package and learned that she had gone to Weiguang, his eyes narrowed instantly and he immediately went to grab her. Fu Yiming followed him.
Private room
Wenjing ordered five male models to dance in the private room.
They wore black lace blouses, the lace delicate and exquisite, shimmering subtly under the light. They paired these with straight black suit trousers.
Qin Zhiluo, dressed in a white halter-neck mini dress, ordered a cocktail. Wenjing had good taste, choosing only the finest ingredients, but she felt that if her brother found out, she would be finished.
Wenjing, holding a champagne glass and wearing her brown leather miniskirt, danced with them.
When Long Yanli and Fu Yiming entered, they saw this scene, and Long Yanli was so excited he felt like he was about to explode.
Qin Zhiluo glanced up casually and was surprised to find Long Yanli standing in the doorway. The moment their eyes met, the smile on her face froze.
Long Yanli's eyes were as cold as a frozen pool, his brows were furrowed, and he exuded a repressive aura.
After a brief moment of panic, Qin Zhilu forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. "Brother, I want to sleep," she said, snuggling into his arms.
"Tired of playing? Did they dance well?" Long Yanli felt like he was about to be driven crazy by her.
"I didn't see it, it's a quiet one," Qin Zhiluo betrayed Wenjing without hesitation.
Wenjing was already quite drunk. Their dancing stopped when the two of them suddenly came in. At that moment, a handsome man with blue hair was supporting Wenjing.
Fu Yiming's eyes were deep. He pulled Wenjing into his arms and draped his coat over her shoulders.
Wenjing was confused and had no idea what was going on.
Long Yanli carried Qin Zhiluo home, threw her onto the bed, and pressed himself against her.
"Help me take it off," Long Yanli said, his eyes deep and unfocused.
"Brother, I..." Qin Zhiluo was about to speak when she was interrupted.
"It's not that I like seeing women without clothes," Long Yanli said through gritted teeth in her ear.
Qin Zhilu hugged his neck and kissed him.
“I think I need to explain something,” Qin Zhiluo said, her cheeks slightly flushed. “If you went out with your brother and he ordered three female models, would you stop hanging out with him and go out by yourself because of that?”
Long Yanli knew this, of course, but he was still angry. Damn it, he was so annoyed.
“Brother, I allow you to be angry, but you can’t control me,” Qin Zhiluo said, staring intently at him.
"Do you think I'm being too strict?" Long Yanli buried his face in her neck, looking aggrieved.
"No, it's just that you shouldn't get angry. Your hands are still shaking." Qin Zhiluo held his hand.
"Tell me next time this happens, and I'll watch it with you," Long Yanli relented, not wanting to see the little girl unhappy.
"I only look at you," Qin Zhiluo said, deftly taking off his clothes and kissing him.
Long Yanli could never do anything about her.
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