Thinking this, Li Hui slammed his fist on the table, his voice almost cracking: "I can't keep a big shot like you here, so tonight you'll give me..."
Upon hearing this, Noah knew it was all over... he was doomed.
Although Qin Chu didn't know which link in the chain had gone wrong, he felt things were going badly. He squinted at "President Qi" across from him, wondering if he should try a Plan B and simply tie him up to "persuade" him properly.
Noah, clutching his mission log, trembled with rage. He was furious, convinced he must have been infected with a virus; otherwise, why would he have entrusted this mission entirely to Qin Chu?
As Noah was trembling, he glanced down and saw the progress bar for the task "Leave a Good Impression on Qi Xuan" rapidly increasing. Less than two seconds later, it emitted a cheerful "ding-a-ling" notification sound—
The task "Leave a good impression on Qi Xuan" is 100% complete.
Li Hui's second half of the sentence, "Get out," got stuck in his throat.
Because the lunatic sitting on the other end of the sofa, holding that terrifying booklet, was laughing hysterically, his knuckles pressed against his mask, as if he were reading a comedy sketch...
Li Hui was stunned. What the hell kind of heart is this?
Qin Chu also lifted his eyelids to glance at the silent driver. He keenly sensed something was off, but before he could investigate, he saw "President Qi" across from him clear his throat and say, "Never mind, you can stay here tonight."
Happiness came too suddenly.
Even after the two left, Noah was still reeling from the shock of successfully completing the small mission, and naturally, he didn't notice that the masked driver turned around and gave Qin Chu a deep look before leaving.
After a long while, Noah finally muttered to himself, "Am I broken? Otherwise, how could you, sir, have completed the mission perfectly?"
Qin Chu: "...What do you mean?"
A quick glance at the coffee table revealed that the book "The Complete Guide to Sexually Transmitted Diseases" had vanished.
Qin Chu felt more confident: "As expected, my idea was right."
Even if he's never eaten pork, he's seen pigs run, right? Whether it's dating or a pre-enlistment physical exam, proving you're healthy is always the right thing to do.
Noah: "That's right my foot..."
Noah firmly believed that "General Manager Qi" had ordered the booklet to be taken away because he wanted to destroy it.
Li Hui thought so too, until he saw Qi Xuan walk to the car door with this thing in his hand.
Although the car didn't belong to Li Hui, the thought of having to share a room with it made him feel like his whole body was going to rot.
He glanced at Qi Xuan, then at him again, and finally couldn't help but remind him, "Boss, are you really going to take this thing back?"
He then pointed to the side and said, "There's a trash can over there!"
Then Li Hui was stunned, because he saw that Qi Xuan, who had recently become keen on playing the role of a driver, did not open the driver's side door, but instead opened the back seat door with practiced ease, and sat down with that popular science book.
Clearly, one should savor the journey itself...
After seeing off "President Qi" and his driver, Qin Chu didn't rest.
He changed his clothes and was about to go out. Although, according to the information Noah had given him, his life revolved around Qi Xuan, Qin Chu, with his experience as a bodyguard, was determined to check out Qi Xuan's company and the various places he frequented.
We also need to learn about the Qi family's rivals who are targeting Qi Xuan.
But just as Qin Chu was about to step out of the villa, Noah stopped him.
"Sir, based on the description of Qi Xuan in the documents, he is definitely not at ease with you yet. There are cameras everywhere in this villa, just to see if you do anything unusual, and most importantly, whether you have contacted any other members of the Qi family."
Qin Chu didn't take it to heart: "Let him see it, what's it to me?"
Noah was incredibly disappointed: "As a powerful and influential CEO, Qi Xuan is bound to be wary of you. If he finds your behavior strange, he will definitely become suspicious. Doesn't this just jump straight to the later section on physical and emotional torture?"
Qin Chu: "..." What the hell is this?
Back at the villa, Noah gave Qin Chu a smug surprise: "Sir, don't worry, I've already hacked into the phones and computers of the other members of the Qi family. If they make any unusual moves, I'll be able to detect it immediately."
This time, Noah truly rose to prominence.
Around 11 p.m., a notification suddenly popped up for Qin Chu: "Sir, Qi Xuan's second brother is planning to deal with Qi Xuan at the Jinjiao Club, room number 1039."
Outside the main gate of Jinjiao Club.
A very expensive minivan drove up, becoming the most eye-catching one in the parking space.
Qi Xuan returned to the driver's seat, the booklet still tucked into the back pocket of his pants.
He still had his mask pulled up to his nose, and glanced at the rearview mirror: "Ready?"
"Don't worry, of course I'm ready!" Li Hui patted his chest loudly.
They had already received word that the second son of the Qi family was going to drug Qi Xuan, then take him to a hotel and smear him with dirty water, and the next morning they would have the media surround the entrance to completely ruin his reputation.
Li Hui originally thought that since he already knew, he should just avoid it.
But their leader was clearly a bit crazy, and gave him an order to turn the tables on him.
Li Hui didn't think much of it. Although he was the one who was drugged, he wasn't the one who suffered. He just considered it a sensual night, a sensual one...
Li Hui's smugness came to an abrupt halt. The contents of the booklet flashed through his mind, and his face turned green, almost causing him to vomit...
Qi Xuan didn't care what Li Hui was thinking. He reached out and patted Li Hui's face, which was exactly like his own, and threatened with a smile: "Don't mess me up tonight. If you can't do anything else, and you still make mistakes while drinking and sleeping, you'll be sent abroad to drill for oil."
Upon hearing this, Li Hui immediately suppressed the greenness on his face.
The pamphlet and their boss—it seems the boss is more terrifying.
We were ushered into a private room, where the lights were bright and the people were scattered.
As the newly appointed CEO of the Qi Group, "President Qi" was immediately surrounded by beautiful women upon his arrival. The club manager even came to inquire about "President Qi's" preferences.
Qi Xuan, the "driver," didn't receive such good treatment. He sat on a sofa in the corner, watching Li Hui seamlessly blend into the environment before turning his gaze away.
Feeling bored, Qi Xuan leaned back for a moment. He felt something poking his lower back. He reached over and saw it was the hardcover booklet.
Holding a copy of "The Complete Guide to Sexually Transmitted Diseases" in a private room of a club with an ambiguous atmosphere?
This scene is really quite funny.
Qi Xuan couldn't help but chuckle. Ignoring the inappropriate occasion, he raised his hand and opened the booklet to read it. As he read, he naturally thought of the booklet's owner.
Despite being presented as a "gift," it didn't offer any sweet words of loyalty or demonstrate its "usefulness" upon first meeting. Instead, it simply tossed this document and a test report to me...
In a way, it's actually quite endearingly aloof.
The reason Qi Xuan asked Li Hui to leave the gift this afternoon was because he felt a strange sense of familiarity when he saw the way the man coldly tossed things around.
But now that I think about it carefully, I can't figure out where this sense of familiarity came from.
There were too many people around Li Hui, and a young man, seemingly unable to squeeze through, came to Qi Xuan's side somewhat dejectedly and raised his glass to him: "Handsome, are you President Qi's driver? Come and have a drink."
Qi Xuan hadn't intended to pay him any attention, but when he looked up, he saw that the young man had a head of undyed black hair.
However, this black is still a bit lacking. It doesn't have that feeling of being as thick as ink or as black as a raven's feather, nor does it have a layer of sharpness that is hard to ignore.
After staring at the young man for a while, Qi Xuan raised his hand and touched his chin through his mask.
The young man felt a cold sweat break out on his back from being stared at. Although the man in front of him always had a smile in his eyes, he felt that the words "gentle and approachable" were completely out of place.
Just as he was about to get up and leave, the young man saw the driver across from him raise his hand and toss him a booklet.
He looked down and, like Li Hui at the time, his face turned half green.
Bringing this thing to a club? Is it sarcastic? Or is it sarcastic?
Before the young man could speak, Qi Xuan tapped the table with his finger and said, "Take this thing, throw it at me, and then say one sentence."
"say what?"
"Just say: 'Have you finished reading? You don't need to worry about these issues at all when you're with me. So, have you changed your mind?'"
This request was truly bizarre, but since the customer is always right, the young man didn't refuse and performed according to Qi Xuan's instructions.
Qi Xuan rested his chin on one hand and stared for a while, then suddenly frowned, his eyes flashing with extreme impatience.
The smile in his eyes remained unchanged, but he opened his mouth and uttered a very displeased word: "Get lost." His voice still carried a slight hint of mockery, but it sent a chill down one's spine.
The young man was startled and hurriedly got up and left.
Qi Xuan sat there, reached out and took back the booklet that the young man had just touched, then picked up the alcohol spray on the table and sprayed it on the cover twice, before taking out a tissue to carefully wipe it.
The action started inexplicably, and Qi Xuan himself couldn't figure out why; he just felt it was dirty.
Even the reason given for having the young man repeat the afternoon's scene was somewhat strange; it seemed that he regretted letting Li Hui take his place and wanted to experience it again no matter what.
But this was clearly a wrong decision.
The counterfeit performance, which was completely unpalatable, not only failed to quell the strange thoughts in his mind, but also allowed them to grow wildly, causing him discomfort like a cat scratching at him.
Just as he was frowning in thought, Li Hui stood up, drawing Qi Xuan's attention.
Li Hui felt quite uncomfortable.
Normally, he would be completely at home in such situations. If it weren't for having to run errands for Qi Xuan, he would love to live at the club every day.
But today...
It's really poisonous.
Someone brushed against his arm, and Li Hui immediately thought of how syphilis is transmitted...
Someone wanted to try a trick to feed him alcohol, and Li Hui opened his mouth to ask if he had any mouth ulcers...
In short, Li Hui felt that he was about to die whenever someone touched him.
Li Hui even began to regret not finishing reading that booklet. What if some of the diseases were transmitted through the air?
Unable to hold back any longer, Li Hui sat up abruptly on the sofa, and then his eyes fell on the booklet his boss was holding not far away...
Li Hui swallowed hard. He suddenly felt that today's mission was not so pleasant. What if he accidentally lost his life?
Although he was drunk and felt dizzy, Li Hui felt very clear-headed and just wanted to find an excuse to escape. But before he could even lift his leg, he met Qi Xuan's eyes, which were not covered by his mask.
Those eyes were smiling, but it was as if they had encountered something unpleasant; looking into them sent chills down your spine.
Li Hui's leg trembled, and he quickly sat down again.
Looking at the men and women around him who might be spending the night with him, he felt like crying but couldn't help it. He grabbed the one closest to him and asked, "Have you had a physical exam in the last year... oh no, in the last two weeks?"
The person being grabbed: "..." Is he out of his mind?
Seeing Li Hui sit down, Qi Xuan then looked away, thinking about his own plan.
He fiddled with the somewhat "frightening" booklet in his hand, staring blankly at the flashing screen in the private room.
He was sent abroad at a young age, and this year, the old man who had kicked him out of his home passed away, but stated in his will that he would pass the position of heir to him. This sudden rise from obscurity to power has stirred up a hornet's nest.
A sinister smile stretched across his lips hidden beneath the mask. Qi Xuan raised his hand and touched his left cheek, his fingers tracing a line from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth.