Chapter 32: One hundred yuan, is it enough?

  Elegant and refined, classic and noble.

  A woman's appearance as smooth as cream perfectly summarizes these eight words.

  Her face is as smooth and white as a piece of fine porcelain, like winter snow, as slippery as clear water, like a lotus flower emerging from the water, elegant and luxurious, yet with a subtle and refined Western beauty.

  Her thin lips were lightly pursed, and the pink lip gloss applied on top shone with a dazzling luster, exerting an immense temptation that made one unable to resist the urge to kiss her.

  Delicate sapphires, like water droplets, adorned that exquisite face, which was flawless to the point of being unblemished, and quivered slightly with each breath.

  At first glance, the woman's delicate features and perfect proportions seem to be a gift from heaven, as if carefully placed. Her attire adds an extremely rich flavor of a retro Eastern woman, but the flirtatious glint in her eyes and the gentle elegance between her words also give off a subtle yet charming Western femininity.

  After seeing the woman's true face, even Ye Ming, who had seen her once before, was slightly stunned.

  He wasn't the kind of lower-body creature that would be petrified at the sight of a woman, but the looks of this woman in front of him were truly like those of a celestial being, and even Wang Qingya and Dong Qiuyu couldn't compare to her.

  Jian Ye was staring blankly at himself, the woman's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a satisfied smile, gently shaking her wine glass, and said to the waiter who had been standing still on the side: "Get me a Lafite, thank you."

  "Alright, alright, I'm going, I'm going..."

  The waiter finally came back to himself, reluctantly holding the wine cup and leaving, but it was unclear whether he was praising the woman's beauty or agreeing that the wine was good.

  "Does it look good?"

  The woman's slender fingers with long nails gently swept across her face, a soft movement, as if touching not her own face, but a delicate porcelain.

  Ye Ming nodded without hesitation, "I've said it before, this face isn't something that can be endured for just $100,000."

  "But I told you, it's on the house." The woman batted her eyelashes.

  "I'd rather have the money," Ye Ming said calmly.

  The woman was taken aback, and the charming smile on her face instantly disappeared, replaced by a cold and icy demeanor. Her beautiful eyes stared at Ye Ming, tauntingly saying: "Are you afraid?"

  "You guessed it right, I'm afraid of trouble." Ye Ming nodded, "But I'd rather see what a woman like you, who looks like a goddess in other people's eyes, would be like in bed."

  "Can't you be more... subtle?"

  "Do you need it?" Ye Ming raised his eyes slightly.

  The woman's face was slightly flushed, like an unpeeled fresh tangerine. She tapped her foot lightly and scolded: "Damn man, I just wanted to borrow you to hide for a bit, did you have to expose me so thoroughly?"

  "You finally admitted it."

  Ye Ming smiled and grabbed the woman's white wrist, walking out the door.

  "What...what are you doing?" The woman struggled lightly and was caught by Ye Ming, her face becoming even more flushed.

  "You've wasted so much of my time, you should pay a price for it, shouldn't you?" Ye Ming said without turning his head: "If you don't want to pay the price on me, then try the methods of those people around us. Choose me or choose them, consider it yourself."

  "Who is it?" The woman asked with feigned puzzlement.

  "You know better than me."

  In the end, the woman still allowed Ye Ming to pull her out of the bar. As they walked out of the revolving door, a gust of autumn wind blew in their faces, sending up a chill.

  "You... you don't have a car?" The woman asked in puzzlement as she saw Ye Ming hailing a taxi for her.

  "When did I tell you I had a car?" Ye Ming said innocently.

  "Uh..."

  The woman suddenly became anxious, "Then you said you have money?"

  "One hundred yuan, okay?" Ye Ming smiled and pulled out a 100-yuan bill from his pocket.

  The woman suddenly felt like she had been played, but looking at his luxury brand clothes, he shouldn't be a poor man. She used force to break free from Ye Ming's hand and asked: "Tell me the truth, do you have any money?"

  "Does it matter?"

  Ye Ming furrowed his brow, "Anyway, you're free."

  "You..."

  The woman's face turned red, and then she said somewhat anxiously: "What I just said was all a lie to you. Since you know someone is monitoring me, you should also know what kind of power they have. Now hurry up and leave, I don't want to implicate you."

  Ye Ming hailed a taxi with a wave of his hand. "Since I've chosen you, I'm not afraid that you'll drag me down. Get in!"

  As he spoke, he involuntarily pushed the woman into the car and suddenly turned his head to wave at several figures running out of the revolving door before getting in himself.

  "Damn it!"

  Looking at the taxi slowly driving away, a man wearing sunglasses and black clothes, holding a silver lighter, cursed and said to the three people behind him: "Get me after her! This woman is the one that Boss has taken a liking to, absolutely cannot let her get away. If Qingliu finds out, you know the consequences!"

  "Yes!"

  The three of them hastily nodded and quickly got into a black Kia Sorento, speeding towards the taxi.

  "Older brother, it's that car, I remember the license plate number!" Before long, a taxi appeared in front of them, which was exactly the one Ye Ming and the other person had just taken.

  "We've been spotted, no use hiding anymore, Mao Tou, stop them!" said the man wearing sunglasses.

  The lion ran very fast, directly rushing to the front of the taxi, and then made a sharp turn, its black body immediately blocking the taxi. The taxi driver stepped on the brakes and cursed: "How do you drive? Don't you have eyes? Is it...?"

  "Say one more word and I'll take your life!" Before he could finish speaking, four men got out of the car, their black guns gleaming with a cold light, pressed against his temples.

  The taxi driver had never seen such a scene before, and was immediately frightened to the point of trembling all over, raising his hands high and pleading: "I'll shut up, I'll shut up, I won't say anything else, I'll shut up right away, please let me go!"

  The four of them didn't seem to notice and looked around the back seat, but there wasn't a single person in sight.

  "What about the two who just got on?" The man with sunglasses asked, his heart seething with anger, gritting his teeth.

  "They... they got on and off in a little while, saying that something was lost." The driver said with a bitter face.

  "Have you gotten off the bus?"

  The man in glasses suddenly had a burst of fire in his heart, checked the trunk and found no one, then quickly got on the car and chased back along the original road.

  In less than ten minutes, basically after Ye Ming and the others got on the car, they started chasing them. If not for the time when they were out of their sight, it was probably less than a minute. In this one minute, did they run away?

  He went back and forth for several laps, even checking out some of the surrounding shops, but still didn't see Yemeng and the woman's figure, and finally had to leave in a huff.

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