Her Highness the Princess arrived in about twenty minutes.
Basically, Eighth Master already knew about my affair with the princess. He didn't say much, just smiled and said, "Young man, it's normal to be a little flirtatious. But this princess is quite famous in the circle... You're not her first boyfriend, and you won't be her last. Just keep that in mind."
With Eighth Master saying that, I'm completely relieved. It seems this Princess Sophie is nothing more than a dissolute rich heiress, just like the famous Hilton sisters, the heiresses of the Hilton Group. There are many women like that in the West.
When I came out fully dressed, Her Highness the Princess had already arrived at the door in a yellow Lamborghini convertible.
Tonight, Her Highness is dressed very elegantly in a light yellow evening gown, off-the-shoulder, and short, with a diamond necklace adorning her full breasts.
I saw what appeared to be a black sedan following far behind, around the street corner. I suppose it was the bodyguard Mr. Thorin had arranged for his daughter.
"Get in the car, baby." The princess beckoned to me.
I jumped into the car and glanced at the Lamborghini: "Nice car."
Sophie raised an eyebrow, and I noticed that she had deliberately styled her hair half-up tonight, with two wisps of hair hanging down slightly, making her face look particularly soft and charming: "Do you like this car? Then you drive it."
I hesitated for a moment, but then immediately nodded.
I really love this car; Lamborghini is my favorite car. Back in China, I was poor and couldn't afford such a nice car. In fact, you rarely even see one like this in China. Today I had the chance, so naturally I had to treat myself!
We switched places in the car. Sophie moved from my lap to the passenger seat, and she intentionally or unintentionally rubbed her bouncy, pert buttocks against my crotch while giving me a seductive glance.
That bitch is something else.
I suppressed my anger and focused on driving.
I hadn't driven in a long time, and this was my first time driving such a powerful car. My movements were slightly stiff as I started the engine, then I slammed on the gas. The high-performance sports car roared to life and shot off!
The wind whistled past my ears, and the engine roared powerfully! I felt an immense sense of exhilaration, and as the numbers on the dashboard rapidly climbed, I pressed the accelerator to the floor!
Princess Sophie, who had been looking smug, suddenly screamed and frantically tried to fasten her seatbelt.
The streets of Vancouver were quite empty at night, and my car was no longer just "speeding," it was practically roaring and speeding along, recklessly crashing into everything like a madman! Sophie's screams next to me started with excitement, but then turned into more fear!
I didn't even look at the road; I just floored the gas pedal and sped along, driving straight until I couldn't turn anymore! Eventually, I even started drifting on the main road!!
Princess Sophie, after all, was still a little wildcat. After meowing for a while, she finally calmed down and reached out to turn on the car stereo! Powerful heavy metal music immediately burst forth! The sports car sped off with a whirlwind and intense percussion.
This is insane! Absolutely insane!
I don't remember how long I drove, nor how many streets I went through. Finally, I slammed on the brakes, and the car spun halfway across the road before coming to a stop!
Sophie was beaming with excitement. Her hair was completely disheveled, and her eyes were brimming with anticipation. She ripped off her seatbelt and lunged at me, shouting, "Baby! You're amazing!!"
I kissed her passionately for a while, then pushed her away, took a breath, and slowly said, "By the way, where are we?"
The surrounding buildings were all unfamiliar. Sophie, her face still flushed, squinted for a long time before finally confirming... we had taken the wrong turn.
Looking into Sophie's eyes, I could see excitement and a hint of spring fever... If the circumstances allowed, this little slut would probably have dragged me out into the street for another round of outdoor sex.
I turned around and drove to the place where Sophie had arranged to meet someone that night, and another half hour had passed.
This is not a particularly bustling street. However, I can tell that the buildings on both sides are exquisitely decorated, and there are several restaurants, which are clearly places frequented by wealthy people.
Sophie was now driving. She parked the car in front of a building that looked somewhat historical, with red brick and wood and an old-fashioned revolving door, giving it a feel of the early 20th century. A young doorman stood at the entrance, wearing a red overcoat, tall and with a tilted hat.
He politely asked us to show our membership cards. As Sophie twirled a thin metal card between two fingers, his attitude immediately became more respectful. Then he opened the car door and asked us to get out.
This was clearly a private, members-only club. The doorman behind us had already driven our car to the parking lot, and inside were two neatly dressed staff members who came over to help the lady take off her shawl.
I didn't understand what they were saying, even though I've been studying English for a long time; they were speaking French.
This was standard French aristocratic etiquette, with two waiters in suits leading us into a quiet little restaurant.
The carpet beneath my feet was soft and comfortable; I could feel my feet sinking deep into it. The two waiters were respectful, but their demeanor was clearly very serious; they walked with their heads held high and chests out. They carried white cloths on their arms.
But they only led us to the restaurant entrance and then handed us over to the restaurant staff.
I feel a little dizzy... The rules here are too complicated.
Judging from this, the more expensive the place, the higher the price!
The small restaurant really surprised me.
There were clearly many restaurants here. This was one of them, and a Chinese restaurant at that. As I entered, I saw two Chinese men standing at the door, each wearing a short jacket and a small skullcap. Their clothes were made of colorful silk, quite interesting, and each had a towel slung over their shoulder! As soon as we walked in, one of them immediately lifted his towel and began to sing in perfect Beijing dialect, "Two guests are here..."
I noticed that the interior decoration of this small restaurant was almost entirely Chinese! There were blue brick walls, green tiles, and even a small bridge over a stream, with two wooden boats floating below—of course, the boats were furnished with tables and chairs and had been used as dining tables.
Sophie smiled and glanced at me: "Not bad, right?"
I nodded. Indeed, finding such a place in Canada is truly remarkable.
Sophie exchanged a few words with the waiter, and we were led into a small private room. This room was also decorated in a traditional Chinese style. There was a screen at the entrance, embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water. Inside, there was an octagonal table and four sandalwood chairs.
Exquisite chopsticks, plates, and cups are all provided.
After we sat down, someone immediately brought us a plate of braised tripe, a plate of beef aorta, a plate of cucumber with sweet bean sauce, and a plate of braised chicken.
Four cold dishes, a mix of meat and vegetables. They looked very refined and clean, and then a pot of liquor was served... and it turned out to be authentic Lao Bai Gan!
Even in the country, it's rare to find a restaurant with such a unique flavor.
I have to admire the owner here; using this kind of thing to make money from foreigners is just perfect!
“This place belongs to a friend of mine,” Sophie told me with a smile, but then a shadow crossed her eyes: “You’ll see him tonight too… He’ll be meeting us with that girl… the woman who rejected me. They… seem to be a couple.”
I get it, it seems Sophie brought me in as a foil... Is she trying to make me a couple with the princess?
"Alright, we're here. They'll be down in a bit." Sophie sighed, but quickly perked up, looked at me, and smiled with narrowed eyes, "Honestly, since I met you, I've really become a little infatuated with you... With you, maybe I'll forget about her...!"
Just then, footsteps came from outside the door, along with a man's clear, cheerful laughter.
A thought immediately struck me. A strange look appeared on my face...
That laughter seemed vaguely familiar...
However, upon hearing the sounds below, the expression on my face went beyond just being strange... it froze completely!
A clear, melodious woman's voice, tinged with arrogance and mockery, boomed loudly, "Hey, Li! This is your place! And you brag about it so much to me! You call this good? Look at this curtain, this wood! It's obviously not genuine! Yet you insist on making it look like an antique! You're rich, aren't you? If you're so rich, just bring a set from the palace! That would be truly impressive! What's most infuriating are your waiters! Dressed in such bright colors, all that silk and satin! Please, in ancient times, waiters were shop assistants, and wearing simple linen was considered good enough! You dress like the shopkeeper as waiters, what kind of nonsense is this!" After a pause, the woman's voice sneered, "Your shabby place, and you still brag to me, show off to me... This is simply intolerable!"
My mouth and eyes widened simultaneously as I stared blankly at a beautiful figure walking in from behind the screen. Then, almost instinctively, two words uttered from my mouth:
"Holy crap!"
Book 1, Part 1: A Life in the Martial World, Not in Control of One's Own Fate, Chapter 148: The Great Qiao Qiao, the Powerful Qiao Qiao
The figure that emerged from behind the screen had hair as flowing as clouds, a face as beautiful as a flower, eyebrows like crescent moons, and eyes like spring water... She wore an extremely form-fitting black evening gown, with a tempting glimpse of her legs peeking out from beneath the hem that barely reached her knees...
More importantly, there was the arrogance in his eyes, the cocky smile on his lips, that hint of unruliness, that hint of swagger...
Of course, most importantly, when she saw me, she immediately screamed and then suddenly pounced on me like an enraged lioness, baring her teeth and claws...
"Chen Yang, you little bastard! I thought you were dead! You heartless little brat! Go to hell!!"
"Red mouth and white teeth!" I could almost feel a huge wave of resentment rushing towards me. Then, Miss Qiao spread her ten fingers, and each fingernail was like a small blade, scraping at me.
I almost tripped over Qiaoqiao, but luckily I managed to stop in time. Qiaoqiao had already bumped into me, and then almost simultaneously, I felt a sharp pain in my chest, waist, and abdomen!
This formidable woman has begun a relentless attack on me, using every method she can think of! Teeth, nails, punches and kicks... Damn, if I hadn't reacted quickly enough, one knee strike from Qiaoqiao would have turned me into a eunuch!
I shielded her from the sides and finally grabbed Qiaoqiao's hands with all my might. I managed to pull her away with great difficulty, and then I saw Qiaoqiao panting heavily, staring at me with her big eyes wide open.
Then she broke free of my hand. She slapped me hard across the face, and I tried to dodge. But I felt guilty and was a fraction too slow; the slap landed squarely on my shoulder. Qiao Qiao glared at me, gritting her teeth, then put her hands on her hips, pointed at my nose, and yelled, “Chen Yang, you heartless bastard! Where the hell have you been?! We almost thought you were dead! This past Chinese New Year, we all burned paper money for you with tears streaming down our faces! And you, on the other hand, are living a carefree life in North America. Not even a single phone call home! What do you take us for?!”
She became more and more agitated as she spoke, her body trembling uncontrollably. She even tried to raise her hand to hit me again. This time I didn't resist, letting her bump, hit, scratch, and twist me all she wanted. I just endured the pain and watched her.
JoJo was fighting with great gusto, while Princess Sophie behind her was completely stunned. She'd probably never seen JoJo so ferocious before… utterly dumbfounded—but really, this was nothing. When Miss JoJo got angry, even using a knife wasn't outrageous!
Fortunately, she eventually got tired of hitting me. She grabbed my shoulder, panting, her eyes red, and tears streamed down her face. Her voice was noticeably lower, tinged with sobs:
“We…we really thought you were dead…how could you…do this…”
I stared blankly at Qiaoqiao. I looked at one of my best friends, the one with whom I used to laugh, drink, sing, squander my youth, play games, and waste my life.
Countless words welled up inside me, but they all stuck in my throat, choking me, and I couldn't utter a single one... In the end, no matter how hard I tried, I could only manage to squeeze out three words:
"sorry."
Qiaoqiao was speechless. She stared at me intently, then suddenly took a deep breath, glaring at me fiercely as if I were a lamb to the slaughter: "Kid! Now that we've found you, you can forget about running away! You'd better tell us everything in a bit! If you dare utter even a single 'no'... hmph..."
Looking at Qiaoqiao's spirited appearance, it reminded me of the days when we, a few close friends, hung out together back in China. Even though I've recently toughened myself up, I still couldn't help but feel a flood threatening to burst through the dam and spill into my eyes...
I quickly forced a smile to cover it up, wiped my eyes, and squeezed out a genuine smile.
"Qiao..." Princess Qiao finally came to her senses and called out hesitantly, but Qiao Qiao only glanced at her out of the corner of her eye and ignored her completely. At that moment, the man standing behind Qiao Qiao was smiling at me.
It's Li Wenjing!
This usually impeccably charming man still wore a nonchalant and composed smile, as if he had everything under control. Although I caught a glimpse of surprise in his eyes when he first saw me, he was the first in the room to regain his composure, and then his almost unchanging faint smile returned to his face.
He was still as handsome as ever, with striking features, but his demeanor had become more composed and steady.
We glanced at each other, and he came over and shook my hand: "Hello, I didn't expect to run into you here."
Then Li Wenjing released my hand, walked up to Sophie, and gave her a kiss on the hand: "Your Highness, it's a pleasure to see you. You are as beautiful as ever!"
Sophie's smile was somewhat forced, and she exchanged a few perfunctory pleasantries with Li Wenjing. However, most of her attention was clearly focused on Qiaoqiao and me. Her eyes held a mixture of resentment, surprise, sadness, and dejection…
Dinner was served quickly; this private club was Li Wenjing's family business.
I know that Li Wenjing's family has considerable influence in North America! At least I've heard him say that his family's arms business has dealings with the famous Locke family in North America!
I casually complimented the place a few times, but Qiaoqiao immediately changed the subject.
Sophie clearly wanted to interject, but Jojo didn't give her the chance at all. Twice, when Jojo was asking me questions, Sophie's interruptions even elicited an undisguised look of impatience from Jojo… This surprised me greatly!
Who is Qiao Qiao?! She's an absolute slut! Princess Sophie, regardless of her character, her looks alone are absolutely top-tier! Based on my understanding of Qiao Qiao, when faced with such a stunning woman, a slut's motto is always: Never let the guilty go free!
It was obvious that Princess Sophie was deeply in love with Jojo. But Jojo, contrary to her usual behavior, completely ignored her...
By the way... I really didn't expect that the person Princess Sophie could never forget was Jojo!!
So right now, we all have a lot to say and a lot of questions, but it's not very convenient to say them in this situation.
For example, Qiaoqiao wanted to know the inside story of my escape abroad, but because there were outsiders present, I couldn't go into too much detail. After all, many things are my personal secrets.
For example, I also want to ask Qiaoqiao what kind of history she had with this flirtatious princess... but I can't very well ask her in front of her, can I?
Perhaps sensing the awkward atmosphere, and seeing that Jojo was ignoring her, Sophie suddenly changed her strategy!
That's why they say jealous women are blind! She actually used the strategy she had prepared tonight: using me as her target!
Basically, my role tonight was just a supporting one. My task was to play the part of the princess's companion, and then, in front of her ex-lover, put on a show of affection with her to maintain her dignity... In other words, it's like those ex-lovers in a complicated relationship—it's always bittersweet to see each other again. I had to put on a brave face, showing that "I'm doing just fine without you!"