With both hands raised high, holding the power of Dinsional Observation that was separated from Caroline, Yōu Yè looked solemn and focused at that mont.
Suddenly, a bright light spilled from the cracks of the doors in front—the perfectly natural door swung open at once.
As the door opened, Yōu Yè directly closed her eyes, not looking at what was inside. A strong airflow rushed out from within the door, blowing Yōu Yè's hair back and pressing her dress tightly against her body.
The source of the power she held in her palms began to slowly float out, facing the strong wind, gently drifting towards the inside of the door.
As soon as the source of power, representing Dinsional Observation, crossed through the door, it shut abruptly with a loud sound.
The strong airflow ceased, and Yōu Yè slowly opened her eyes. Instead of leaving imdiately, she lowered her hands, palms facing herself, pressed them against her chest, and slightly bent at the waist.
It resembled a special gesture of retreat.
---
Luo Qiu suddenly stopped what he was doing, sat upright, and closed his eyes.
Before this, he hadn’t really done much; he had just been casually looking through Grandpa Song's collection. However, his deanor now seed a bit strange, causing Gan Hong to put down the comic book she was reading.
Hesitant, Gan Hong slowly walked up to Luo Qiu, observing his motionless state. She attempted to reach out and pat Luo Qiu's shoulder but ultimately retracted this impolite intention.
"Young Master Qiu?" Gan Hong called softly.
Luo Qiu opened his eyes at this mont. "Is sothing wrong?"
"No." Gan Hong shook her head in confusion. "Is there anything... do you need to get you so water?"
"That would be fine." Luo Qiu smiled slightly, standing up. He first returned the book to the shelf before stepping out of the reading room into the courtyard, seemingly intending to breathe so fresh air.
Gan Hong looked at Luo Qiu curiously but lowered her head, quickly walking past him while holding the teapot. Therefore, she didn't hear Luo Qiu's murmured words.
Luo Qiu glanced at the sky outside the courtyard, lost in thought. "Dinsional observation... Is this one of the reasons we can obtain information about the future?"
Yōu Yè's sacrifice was sowhat beyond his expectations... but because of this, Luo Qiu knew that his vacation would be extended significantly.
"Being a wealthy ordinary person isn't necessarily a bad thing." Luo Qiu smiled slightly. "I hope you can also beco rich in spirit... Miss Caroline."
Luo Qiu suddenly drew so water from the side and watered the potted plants in the courtyard, appearing to be in a good mood.
"Seems quite relaxed." Song Ying's voice ca from the corridor at the entrance as she quickly walked up to Luo Qiu. "It looks like you're already prepared."
"Actually, I didn't prepare much." Luo Qiu put down the watering can. "You’ve done most of the preparation; I haven’t done much at all. Thank you for arranging an etiquette teacher for ."
"I can’t see anything that’s impeccable..." Song Ying muttered, seemingly dissatisfied.
"Mm?"
"It’s nothing." Song Ying waved her hand. "Since you're ready, let’s go. We need to head to the gambling god's vineyard now. The wine tasting starts at three in the afternoon. We need to arrive a bit early to show our sincerity."
Luo Qiu nodded. "You can arrange it."
Song Ying frowned. "Can’t you share so opinions? I’m not your exclusive secretary! This ti, it's my grandfather who asked to work with you, so at least put in so effort."
Luo Qiu thought for a mont and then said seriously, "I'll carry your bag for you later."
So annoying! I really want to beat this guy up!
Song Ying clenched her fists, struggling to suppress her irritation, then loudly clapped her hands in front of Luo Qiu, the sound echoing.
After she clapped, several young servants quickly appeared in the corridor, three n and three won, all with good deanor. Each servant held different items. Following them was a flamboyantly dressed white man in his thirties, carrying scissors and adorned with various tools... like a barber.
Clothes, shoes, and socks.
Luo Qiu blinked in surprise as he saw Song Ying wave her hand, instructing the servants, "Change this young master Qiu's clothes! Also, change his hairstyle."
"Yes, Miss Ying!" the servants replied in unison.
Thus, Luo Qiu blinked and was surrounded by a group of people, pushing him into a room, while Song Ying let out a heavy sigh in the courtyard, rubbing her forehead.
"Miss Ying?" Gan Hong returned with a teapot filled with water and respectfully called out upon seeing Song Ying.
She glanced at Luo Qiu, who was being 'tended' to by the servants, likely understanding what was happening. "This..."
At that mont, Song Ying suddenly approached Gan Hong, lifted her collar, and said calmly, "You should change into a new outfit too; I’ve prepared it in the room next door."
"Thank you, Miss Ying." Gan Hong nodded.
"Is there any need to be so polite?" Song Ying frowned.
"I’ll go change now." Gan Hong turned to leave.
"Wait..." Her sentence didn’t get fully expressed as Song Ying watched Gan Hong disappear at the end of the corridor... her phone suddenly rang.
"This is Song Ying, what is it... What? That woman is coming?" Song Ying replied impatiently, but then she heard the news from the other end of the line... her brows furrowed instantly. "Okay, I understand, keep an eye on her, watch her closely!"
"You seem to be in a bad mood. Is sothing wrong?"
Luo Qiu's voice ca from behind. Song Ying instinctively turned around and replied unhappily, "It’s none of your business..."
In front of her, Luo Qiu had already changed into a brand new suit, and the stylist had skillfully given him a completely new hairstyle in a short ti.
For so reason, at this mont, Song Ying suddenly rembered the etiquette teacher's evaluation of him.
"Um... is there anything inappropriate?"
Luo Qiu looked at himself... he couldn't really judge whether it looked good or bad; his clothes were mostly chosen by Yōu Yè.
During these days in the Cold Residence, he had simply worn whatever was comfortable, with no difference from his usual attire at ho... except perhaps he had used too much hair wax this ti.
"It's okay; it’s barely acceptable." Song Ying crossed her arms, raised her chin, and continued, "It's so-so!"
Saying that, Song Ying quickly turned to leave. "Hurry and get dressed; the car is ready."
At this mont, Gan Hong had also changed her clothes and walked in, wearing a powder blue long dress. She crouched down, took a quick glance, and then hurriedly left.
Gan Hong couldn’t help but look at Luo Qiu with a puzzled gaze, but after seeing this young master’s new outfit, she found it hard to look away.
Without a doubt, she was the one who had spent the longest ti with Luo Qiu in the entire Cold Residence... In Gan Hong's view, if it ca to appearance alone, this young master couldn't compare to those truly handso guys.
However, upon closer inspection, one would find that after a glance, you would want to take a second look. After a second look, you would be unable to help but look again. As you kept looking, you would realize that, at so point, your gaze would ignore many things, leaving just this one figure.
“Actually, this suits you pretty well,” Luo Qiu complinted.
Gan Hong knew this wasn’t flattery; a few days of interaction had already made her understand that Luo Qiu was soone who didn’t speak insincerely... or rather, he only spoke according to his true feelings.
Others’ complints often carried other anings, perhaps with so deliberate intent, but for him... his praise was rely praise, appreciating what he thought was good.
Gan Hong smiled slightly, revealing a small tiger tooth, “Thank you.”
---
In the sa city, at the airport.
In the first class cabin of a recently arrived flight from China.
A young man in casual formal wear glanced at the woman sitting next to him—his imdiate superior, the third miss of the Zhong family, Zhong Luoyue, who wielded enormous power in China with her family deeply rooted in various industries.
His na was A Jie, a disciple of the gambling god Tu Shenyi, who had started venturing out into the world five years ago. People in the industry later gave him the nickna: Little Gambling God.
More than a year ago, after A Jie served Zhong Luoyue and won an important match, he had stayed on at the Four Seasons Group under Zhong Luoyun.
He undeniably liked the woman beside him—but he knew that no matter how successful he was at the gambling table, he could never have this woman.
“Les Misérables... is this book any good?” A Jie asked, looking at Zhong Luoyue’s profile.
The weather in South Arica was not like that in China, so Zhong Luoyue was dressed relatively coolly. Hearing his question, she closed the book she was holding and replied nonchalantly, “It’s nothing much; my brother has recently taken a liking to this book, so I’m just reading it. Whether it’s good or not really depends on the person.”
A Jie shrugged; besides being a master of gambling, he was also a charming playboy. “I still think you’re more beautiful; this is for you.”
A Jie slowly opened his palm, revealing a rose made from a napkin used during the flight service.
Zhong Luoyue accepted it calmly, “Thank you... We’ve arrived, let’s get off the plane.”
As she said this, she left her seat and casually placed the napkin rose into a cup of water.
I’ve heard that napkins are one of the best materials for absorbing water, but in an instant, the paper rose dissolved in the cold water.
A Jie montarily lost his thoughts, straightened his clothes, and then stood up as well... He glanced outside; the tarmac seed endless; this was a city he had once stayed in.
Actually, every year during the New Year, he would return here to find Tu Shenyi and have a reunion dinner with him.
A Jie was an orphan, and Tu Shenyi, aside from being his master, was also his family... He didn’t know whether bringing Zhong Luoyue here was the right choice.
He rely wanted his master to et this woman.
“Is there anything else?” At the exit, Zhong Luoyue stopped and turned her face, “If not, let’s hurry; this is the Song family’s territory, and we shouldn’t linger too long at the airport.”
A Jie quickly followed her and said, “Don’t worry; my master won’t make a move again.”
Zhong Luoyue replied, “There are no absolute things in this world, only probabilistic things.”
A Jie responded, “It doesn’t matter. Even if Miss Song could really move my master, I would make good things turn bad. My master’s temperant is sothing outsiders don’t understand. If you just rely on so rumors from the underworld to get close to my master and try to please him, it’s likely to backfire.”
“Let’s go.” Zhong Luoyue nodded. She looked up at the sky; it was cloudy and muggy.
“It might rain soon; it’s normal to have more rain by the seaside,” A Jie casually remarked.
“Cooler weather would be better,” Zhong Luoyue said, walking straight out of the cabin and quickly getting into the car that had been prepared and parked outside the airport.
---
At this ti, shortly after two black private cars left the airport, several cars quickly closed in on the highway.
In these private cars, the n dressed in black were all wearing earpieces, communicating in real ti.
“The target is about to exit the highway, prepare to intercept. Miss Ying said that we absolutely must not let them leave the suburbs; if we fail, we’ll all be kicked out!”
“Received! Received! I don’t have ti to prepare a greeting gift for the guests!”
Thus, just after these two private cars that had just exited the airport passed the toll booth and were about to enter the city, the several cars that had been following closely suddenly surrounded them.
“The target has accelerated; it seems they’ve noticed us!”
“Hey! Just a small matter!”
Suddenly, a high-speed chase broke out in the streets... However, many pedestrians seed accustod to it, with so even pulling out their phones to record the scene.
Suddenly, a loud gunshot rang out on the street; a fleeing private car had its tires shot out, causing it to lose control and crash into a streetlight.
The vehicles following it didn’t brake in ti and crashed into it as well.
At this mont, the few cars behind quickly ca to a stop. Several n in black suits got out and hurried over to the two wrecked cars to search.
They quickly pulled the people inside out, but they didn’t find the person they were originally looking for. A man in a black suit suddenly changed his expression: “Not good, we’ve fallen into a trap!”
He angrily kicked the wrecked private car and gritted his teeth as he picked up the phone, “I’m sorry, Miss Ying, we lost the target...”
---
A blue Porsche was now speeding down a cobbled street.
The driver was A Jie, who tapped his Bluetooth headset and quickly said to Zhong Luoyue beside him, “Miss Three, your people are done for.”
“It’s okay; as long as we can get there, it’s fine,” Zhong Luoyue replied nonchalantly, “Are you familiar with this place?”
A Jie replied, “I lived here from thirteen to nineteen. Though the Song family holds great power, even an emperor wouldn’t go into the sewers to catch rats... Don’t worry, we’ll arrive early, not late.”
“Hmm.” Zhong Luoyue slowly closed her eyes and began to rest.
Although it was dayti now, she had co from China, crossing half the world; there was naturally a ti difference. She had almost gone a whole day and night without rest.
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