“That’s it.” Yang Wei thought for a moment: “You just said that she explained she was tricked into going there, that she was taken there by a friend. It wasn’t her own idea…”
“But…” I argued, “Even if she was tricked into going… I’m still very angry! Back in China, she was also ‘tricked by a friend’ and ended up in a lot of trouble! And now it’s happening again! If she were a girl with a clean conscience… how could she make friends with those kinds of people? How could she go to those kinds of places? She likes to hang out and have fun outside. If she doesn’t change this kind of personality, she’ll get into trouble again sooner or later!”
"She's still young."
"Youth is no excuse!" I said, then couldn't help but get angry again. "She encountered such big trouble before, didn't she learn anything? She's already been hurt badly by similar things before, doesn't she know how to repent? Let me give you an example... a young delinquent, a tomboy, hangs out in bars, and gets drugged and raped by bad guys! We can consider her a victim, someone who was harmed by bad guys, and she deserves sympathy. But if after being drugged and raped, she goes back to those kinds of bars... and gets into trouble again... then tell me, does someone like that still deserve sympathy?"
Yang Wei continued to smile patiently.
There was not a trace of impatience in her eyes; instead, she seemed relieved, curling up on the sofa. Then, looking at me, she suddenly said, "Chen Yang, you must have been through a lot, right?"
"Yes, a lot."
"Okay... So, your ability to distinguish right from wrong should be much stronger than that girl's, right?"
"certainly!"
"So, weren't you taken to that place by the princess just like that today?"
I:"……!"
"That's it. Before you went there, you had no idea what kind of place it was. You were just 'taken there' by a friend' without really knowing what it was. If your wife or your friend accidentally finds out about this, and immediately accuses you of being depraved, lowly, and inherently promiscuous... would you be convinced?"
I:"…………"
Part Two: The Road to Success, Chapter Nine: I Am Not God
We looked at each other for a long time, and then I finally laughed.
This was the first time I'd laughed genuinely and easily all night. The bad mood I'd been holding in all day seemed to have been instantly dispelled by Yang Wei's words.
"Why do you seem to make so much sense..." I rubbed my nose.
"Because what I said makes a lot of sense." Yang Wei deliberately put on a stern face.
Then, she suddenly sighed and stretched languidly. The beautiful curves of her upper body were fully revealed in this movement! Especially her perfectly rounded breasts beneath her bikini top, which seemed to sway right before my eyes, her skin as white and translucent as milk…
I didn't dare look any longer and quickly turned my face away.
Yang Wei didn't seem to notice the unnatural expression on my face. We both fell silent for a moment, just leaning back quietly on the sofa.
I glanced at her; her expression was calm, even somewhat relaxed. She eventually closed her eyes, seemingly enjoying the relaxed atmosphere.
Suddenly, I couldn't help but laugh.
"Huh?" Yang Wei immediately opened her eyes and looked at me: "What are you laughing at?"
"I suddenly remembered the night we first met." I gestured: "I fell into a valley and got hurt, and you...you took off your underwear and bandaged me up..."
As soon as I said that, I regretted it.
What's wrong with me?
Could it be the effect of the alcohol? Or something else?
I also feel that I may have been a bit too unrestrained in my speech. It seems that, including today, Yang Wei and I have only met three or four times. But for some reason, after talking so much, I always have this illusion that we have known each other for a very long time, and that I can be completely relaxed in front of her, just like I am with an old friend.
This feeling... It's just like being with Qiaoqiao, Aze, and Mutou back then—very casual and relaxed.
Yang Wei didn't seem to care much about what I said. She just smiled and looked at the scars on my body: "Luckily, I wasn't by your side when you were injured. Otherwise, with so many injuries, I wouldn't have enough clothes to tear off to bandage you."
Will you be staying here for a long time?
Yang Wei thought for a moment: "It might take a few more days... Hmm, I think. Maybe we'll meet again tomorrow."
Seeing my blank look, Yang smiled and said, "Oh, you don't know? Mr. Thorin will be hosting a banquet at his manor tomorrow. He'll invite me, and of course, your boss, Master Fang."
I gave a wry smile: "I don't know. In fact, I was picked up by that princess after I got off the plane today. I haven't had a chance to meet Mr. Thorin yet."
"Hmm..." Yang Wei's face suddenly darkened, her relaxed expression vanishing as she seemed to be pondering something important. Then she looked up: "Tomorrow, perhaps some other people will be invited to the banquet... I might need your help then. Of course, things might not be so bad." She paused, then smiled: "Also, you must be careful of that princess. When a woman is provoked, she can do some impulsive things."
I shook my head, expressionless: "Well, there's nothing I can do about it."
I glanced outside and saw that it was already quite dark. I was worried that Eighth Master might call me when he got back, so I got up to say goodbye. Yang Wei's eyes looked a little strange, as if a hint of surprise flashed across them, but she quickly covered it up. She smiled and said casually, "Okay, I think it's too late for me to go swimming. It would be best to go back and change my clothes now."
She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Chen Yang, I live on the hillside. You're welcome to come and have a drink with me anytime you have time. You know my bodyguard, Hansen, and I'll tell him. If you come to see me, my people won't stop you."
She seemed to sigh: "Actually, it's really hard to find a friend with whom you can easily drink and have heart-to-heart talks."
As I was leaving to say goodbye, Yang Wei suddenly called out from behind, "Chen Yang... Xiao Wu..."
"Um?"
"Here's a suggestion," she said with a smile. "When you get back, contact that poor girl. She must be very sad right now."
My expression was a little stiff, and I waved and left.
After leaving the villa, I followed the path and finally found my place. I went in, took a shower, changed my clothes, and picked up my phone from the table.
There was no phone call, and Eighth Master never called to look for me.
But when I thought of Yang Wei's last words, I hesitated.
Perhaps, after Yang Wei's explanation, my anger towards Duo Duo has subsided considerably. But... should I call her?
Why call her? To contact her? To catch up? To continue being friends?
Don't forget! Even without today's events...
She, Ni Duoduo, is, after all, Huan Ge's daughter!
After much deliberation, I finally hung up the phone. My agitation returned, and I paced around the room a few times. Then, a thought suddenly popped into my head, one that even surprised me…
"How about I go back and have a chat with Yang Wei? Maybe she can ease my anxiety?"
When this thought popped into my head, I was startled.
What's wrong with me? To be precise, I'm not very familiar with her, and we don't have a deep emotional connection. It's rare for me to have shared so many of my innermost thoughts with her today.
The next morning I got up early and did some simple exercises in my room, but my phone didn't ring at all that morning.
It seems that Master Ba has forgotten about me. I don't know what Master Ba talked about with Mr. Sorin yesterday.
However, I came with Eighth Master yesterday for half a day. This morning, he didn't contact me or come to see me, which made me feel something was wrong.
I called Eighth Master, but no one answered.
I sat in my room for two hours before finally giving in and calling the princess. But she was clearly still angry and didn't answer. So I called the phone in my room to inquire.
The answer we received was: Eighth Master and Mr. Sorin did not return last night.
I waited until noon, then called someone to send food over. After another hour, I started to get restless.
Finally, just as I was about to leave, my phone rang.
"I'll meet you at your door in five minutes." It was the princess's voice. Her voice was cold, still tinged with anger.
I ignored her anger and quickly dressed and stood outside the door.
Although the princess was furious, at least she was punctual. Exactly five minutes later, her red sports car sped up to my door like a whirlwind…
Judging from the speed at which she was driving, I even suspected that she probably wanted to run me over and kill me.
"Get in the car." She glanced at me and said coldly.
I was seething with anger: "Are we going to see Mr. Thorin?"
"Of course! Otherwise, where do you think I would take you?" The princess seemed very impatient.
I took a deep breath and stared at her coldly, saying, "Your Highness... you seem to have misunderstood something!"
"What?" she asked, still sounding annoyed.
“I’m your father’s guest, not your follower… so I have no obligation to cater to your whims.” I sat down next to her and said in a deliberately cold tone, “Now please drive. I think your father doesn’t like people being late.”
The princess glared at me, her eyes wide with anger. She seemed somewhat surprised that I had suddenly become so assertive.
Just then, I heard the roar of an engine from behind, and then I saw a silver, streamlined BMW Z8 rushing over like a monster and coming to a steady stop next to our car.
Inside the car, Yang Wei was wearing a dark blue fitted suit. Her exquisite features were almost like a sculpted work of art. Her smooth, straight hair was styled up, and a slight smile played on her lips. She took off her sunglasses with one hand, glanced at us, and smiled, "Your Highness, hello."
When the princess saw Yang Wei, her expression immediately changed slightly, and she appeared somewhat uneasy: "Wei...Weiwei..."
Yang Wei raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly and said calmly, "Oh, please call me Miss Yang. I'm not quite used to your way of addressing me."
I saw the princess's face turn somewhat ugly, but she didn't dare to lash out at Yang Wei. Instead, she looked somewhat helpless and aggrieved.
Yang Wei glanced at me casually, as if it were nothing, and said, "Oh, Chen Yang, you're here too."
I didn't understand what she meant, so I just gave a vague reply.
Her Highness looked at me in surprise, her mouth agape: "She...you don't know her too, do you?!"
She seemed to exclaim softly, "God, Qiaoqiao is like this, and Weiwei is like this too... Why do you know..." Before I could speak, Yang Wei smiled and said, "I saw your car parked here. Why aren't you leaving yet? Mr. Thorin doesn't like people being late."
The princess gritted her teeth, glanced at Yang Wei, and said, seemingly in a fit of pique, "I... my car has a problem, so I'm getting ready to leave!"
Yang Wei maintained a composed demeanor. Whether she was faking it or not, she certainly did it successfully.
“Oh, well then… Chen Yang, since you’re going to see Mr. Thorin anyway, and Her Highness the Princess’s car is broken, why don’t I give you a ride?”
I couldn't help but want to laugh, but I feigned hesitation, glanced at the princess, and slowly said, "This... seems..."
“Her Highness is the hostess, and she probably wouldn’t want her father’s guests to be late, right?” Yang Wei remained nonchalant.
The princess snorted, "No need, I..." She started the car immediately, but... it seemed it truly was God's arrangement. The car engine roared once, then suddenly stalled.
The princess's face immediately turned red. She tried to light the car several more times, but the engine sounded increasingly weak.
"Looks like there's no other way." Yang smiled and winked at me.
I immediately jumped out of the car and got into Yang Wei's car.
The princess blushed, but she couldn't utter a single word.
"Miss Yang, it seems we'll have to take our leave first." I sighed.
Yang Wei glanced at me, her tone softening instantly, and she gave me a gentle smile, almost as if on purpose: "Chen Yang, you forgot again... Remember to call me Weiwei next time!"
She then started the engine, and we sped away.
Looking in the rearview mirror, I saw the princess jump out of the car behind me, and then angrily kick the car several times.
I breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back in my seat, and laughed, "My God, you're practically a god! How did you predict exactly when her car would break down?"