173: Chapter 173 Is my magnificent appearance, Qin's, not worth 5 million?

Hearing Mi Xier wailing, Xia Ning breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that Qin Xun had broken through her defenses, and the rest would be easy to handle.

She watched as Qin Xun sat quietly beside Mi Xier, a faint smile appearing on his face.

When Qin Xun looked handsome, he was truly too handsome.

If only he could be this serious every day...

Forget it!

Being this serious every day would be boring too.

She looked at the weeping Mi Xier again, feeling moved.

"He's usually quite a straight man, completely unable to understand a woman's heart."

"Yet now, he has grasped Mi Xier's mindset, making her cry uncontrollably."

In the bathroom.

Song Yaoyang heard the crying outside, his expression turning ugly as he muttered to himself.

"I've seen all sorts of storms and waves in my life."

"But using storytelling and singing to influence a borderline streamer? That's a first."

"It's truly... nonsense!"

He had seen Mi Xier on Douyin a few days ago and was instantly captivated by her allure. He had directly gifted three Carnivals while she was streaming to get her WeChat.

He couldn't be bothered to chat, keeping it simple and crude by sending a direct message.

[300,000!]

Then he never paid attention to it again, almost forgetting about the whole thing.

Unexpectedly, he received an invitation call yesterday afternoon, and she actually claimed to be a virgin.

This made him even more excited!

Unfortunately, two uninvited guests had barged in.

...

Song Yaoyang gently picked up his phone and sent a message to his driver.

[Something's up, come quickly!]

His driver was big and tall, a part-time bodyguard who actually knew how to fight.

After a while.

He received a message.

[President Song, I'm being questioned by the Madam and can't get away. I've already secretly told Xiao Zhang to rush over.]

Song Yaoyang felt something was wrong. Knowing help wouldn't arrive immediately, he prepared to play it safe for a while.

He couldn't afford to provoke a young man who could kick down a door. He was getting on in years and couldn't afford a direct confrontation.

...

Mi Xier cried for a while, forcing herself to stop. She looked up at Qin Xun, who was still singing, and tears fell uncontrollably again.

Just a moment ago, when she met Song Yaoyang, she had been nervous, anxious, and terrified. Her mind had gone blank, and she had even forgotten how she followed him into the hotel room.

It wasn't until she saw him smiling and reaching out to her that she snapped back to reality, backing away repeatedly and exclaiming.

"No, don't! Not yet!"

Unexpectedly, Song Yaoyang became even happier, even considerately saying he would go take a bath first.

To let her calm down.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mi Xier inadvertently saw the various handcuffs, whips, candles, and other tools Song Yaoyang had brought on the bedside table.

She was terrified!

She felt like a child sinking into a lake, finding it harder and harder to breathe.

She reached out towards the surface of the lake, wanting to grab a straw.

Just then.

She heard Qin Xun's irritable voice.

"Anti-vice squad!"

"Room inspection!"

"Open the door!"

Mi Xier came back to her senses, both ashamed and angry, and climbed onto the bed to cover herself with the quilt.

At that moment, she felt she was completely filthy!

...

Mi Xier looked at Qin Xun, seeing his gaze was gentle, and his voice was gentle too.

"Who encounters the sentimental you"

"Who comforts the tearful you"

"Who read the letter I wrote to you"

"Who threw it into the wind"

...

At this moment, she inexplicably thought of her father.

"Dad!"

She opened her arms and threw herself at Qin Xun, hugging him and sobbing.

"Save me, Dad."

"Save me."

"I'm so tired!"

Qin Xun stopped singing, gently opened his arms, hesitated for a moment, and then just patted her shoulder lightly.

"Zhaodi, I'm here."

Xia Ning watched this scene, frowning slightly, but upon hearing Mi Xier sobbing and calling out "Dad", she knew she really missed her father.

She found it quite funny, the corners of her mouth curling up.

Qin Xun said she had a maternal glow.

And Mi Xier saw the shadow of a father in him.

The two of us, are... quite a match.

...

Mi Xier hugged Qin Xun and cried for a while, then released her hands and looked at Qin Xun, her face full of tears.

"I really need money, what should I do?"

Qin Xun looked down at her left arm, where there was a shocking, bruised scar on her fair skin.

He gently lifted Mi Xier's arm and said softly.

"The police said that if it had been a real watermelon knife, with that kind of force, your arm would have been severed."

"There are five fingers on one arm."

He raised his head, looking into Mi Xier's eyes.

"One million per finger, I owe you five million."

Mi Xier, with tears on her face, shook her head gently.

"That's not how it's calculated."

She was silent for a moment, her tone carrying a hint of stubbornness.

"I originally... I didn't want to accept your charity."

She turned her head to look at the adult toys on the bedside table, her face showing some panic.

"But I... I was still scared."

Qin Xun looked in the direction she was looking and discovered that the bag was fully equipped, with over a dozen toys of various sizes.

A fire rose in his heart.

Using these things on an innocent young girl?

At this moment, he heard Mi Xier say.

"Can you lend me 450,000?"

"I can pay you interest, and I will pay it all off within five years."

Qin Xun turned his head to look at Mi Xier.

"Where would I have money right now?"

Mi Xier's face flashed with a pained expression, she shook her head and gave a bitter smile.

"Sorry for the trouble."

Qin Xun said seriously.

"I am not a saint, and I never easily sympathize with others."

"And you don't need anyone's sympathy at all."

Mi Xier smiled bitterly.

Because of the last shred of stubborn dignity in her heart, she had rejected Xia Ning's kindness and almost gone astray.

After listening to one of Qin Xun's songs, she had once again developed a longing for a better life.

As a result... had everything returned to the starting point again?

Qin Xun made a gesture of 3.

"Xia Ning and I have taken over The Little Tavern on Yulin Road in Chengdu."

"I'll give you a 30% stake."

"You manage The Little Tavern for us."

"In three years at most, I'll have you earn 5 million!"

Mi Xier looked at Qin Xun blankly.

"That tavern that was up for transfer?"

Qin Xun knew she didn't believe it.

How could a tavern that was being transferred because it was struggling and on the verge of closing possibly earn 5 million with a 30% stake?

He smiled.

"Zhaodi, don't forget."

"I work in marketing."

"And the ultimate goal of marketing is to sell goods, sell goods, and sell more goods."

"I can make The Little Tavern sell a lot of alcohol."

Mi Xier looked at Qin Xun quietly.

Xia Ning saw the look on Qin Xun's face and knew he was about to make a move, her eyes lighting up.

Every move he made could set the internet on fire.

Could it be he had a way to bring The Little Tavern back to life?

Mi Xier saw Qin Xun's solemn expression and somewhat believed him, but suddenly shook her head again.

"No, it won't work."

"A 30% stake."

"I haven't done anything, I can't accept it."

Qin Xun pointed to her arm.

"Isn't this scar enough?"

"If that knife had slashed my face, wouldn't I have been disfigured?"

"Is my, Qin Xun's, glorious countenance not worth 5 million?"