CHAPTER 44: CHAPTER 45: HANDSOME, WHERE ARE YOUR MORALS?

Su Xingyu was sure she didn’t know this person.

The man before her was exceptionally handsome—even among the beautiful people in the fashion industry, he would stand out. Just seeing him once would leave a deep impression.

He wore a meticulously tailored Armani suit and bowed his head to smile gentlemanly, "Lovely miss, may I have the honor of taking your food to your seat?" He spoke fluent Chinese with a slight French accent.

Su Xingyu stared at him for a few seconds: "I don’t think you’re a waiter here."

"Of course not," he smiled again, showing a set of perfect white teeth, "In fact, very few can inspire me to serve them willingly, and you, my dear lady, are as beautiful as the most enchanting rose in the depths of the snow-capped mountains, just happen to be one of them."

"Are you a minstrel?" Su Xingyu also smiled. This man was like a peacock flaunting, clearly trying to flirt with her; his voice, as grand as an aria, seemed wasted not singing opera.

The man seemed pleased: "I would become a minstrel for you."

It was clear he was indeed trying to flirt with her.

Su Xingyu wondered if she was just too lucky to randomly meet such a handsome man during her trip, but she was even more aware of her current status—married, with a bossy and domineering husband at home, and a pile of work troubles waiting for her. She didn’t want to get caught up in any romantic scandals; wasn’t life already chaotic enough?

She took the plate of cod from the man’s hand and said, "Thank you for your kind offer, but I can manage on my own."

The man, undeterred, followed her: "Are you sure you don’t need help? Lovely lady, look at the enchanting night outside; it’d be such a pity to waste such a beautiful evening. Why don’t we have dinner together and talk about life?"

Talk about life?

Did he take her for some easily duped schoolgirl?

Su Xingyu stopped in her tracks, causing the man behind her to nearly bump into her; he extended a long arm to steady himself gracefully on the nearby food rack. "Sir," Su Xingyu said expressionlessly, "First, I’m not interested in you; second, I’m married, so please stop bothering me."

She thought that announcing her marriage would make him back off, but she had underestimated him.

"Marriage is merely the grave of love," the man said, his voice still as grand as an aria, "Hearing about your marriage really breaks my heart, but it doesn’t prevent us from getting to know each other better. Rest assured, I will keep it a secret from your husband."

As he spoke, he even gave her a mischievous wink.

Su Xingyu seriously considered slamming her dinner plate into his face. Mister handsome, what about your morals! "There are countless beautiful women in the world, why cling to me, a married woman?" She felt a faint vein bulge at her temple.

"Because you are special." The man laughed once again, lowering his voice slightly, like the devil’s temptation.

At this moment, Su Xingyu just wanted to scream. She felt that this man’s flirting skills were masterful, a clear sign of a scoundrel! It wasn’t until much later that she understood the deep meaning behind his first words "you are special," but by then, it was all too late...

At that moment, she looked at him with a cold smile and turned to leave.

"Ouyang Yi!" Suddenly, a girl came over, calling the man by his full name, "What are you doing?"

Su Xingyu looked over and saw it was Shekewina, the world supermodel with Russian heritage. As expected, mixed-race people know a lot of other mixed-race people? She greeted Shekewina, "Good evening."

"Good evening." Shekewina also greeted her, then turned to Ouyang Yi with a fierce stare, "Are you out flirting again?! You said you loved me!"

Su Xingyu was surprised: "You two are a couple?"

She almost felt faint; what a mess this was!

Ouyang Yi laughed casually, showing no awareness that he’d been caught red-handed by his girlfriend. He said, "Not anymore." Then turned to Shekewina, "Nana, I’ve fallen for this mysterious Oriental beauty—let’s break up."

"You!" Shekewina looked as if she was about to explode.

Ouyang Yi still smiled lazily, and a black card appeared in his fingers like a magic trick: "Breakup fee."

The beautiful woman, on the verge of transforming into a Russian dinosaur, instantly calmed down, snatching the black card from Ouyang Yi: "Deal." She turned to Su Xingyu and smiled sweetly, "He’s yours now; good luck."

Then, she blew Su Xingyu a kiss and walked away with model-like strides.

Su Xingyu was dumbfounded. This... is this really happening?!

"Alright, my little beauty," Ouyang Yi started flirting again, not even waiting for Shekewina to leave, "So, will you now grace me with your presence for dinner? Oh, I haven’t introduced myself, I’m Ouyang Yi, male, likes women, height 190, weight 80 kg, measurements 100, 78, 94, currently a model, and also a 15th-generation rich kid."

15th-generation rich kid?

Su Xingyu felt a bit dizzy; seeing how he casually took out a black card as a breakup fee, he surely wasn’t someone short on money. However, no matter how good his terms were, what did that have to do with her?

"I’ll say it once more, I’m mar-ried!" She almost ground her teeth.

Ouyang Yi exaggerated a hurt expression: "Lovely lady, don’t be so cruel, love transcends the bounds of marriage. Give me a chance, I promise, being with me..."

"Send the meal to room 2530, thank you." She really didn’t want to be further entangled with this peacock-like handsome model plus 15th-generation rich kid, so she directly called out Ling Weilong’s room number and asked a passing waiter for delivery service.

With that, she didn’t spare Ouyang Yi another glance and walked straight out of the restaurant.

Room 2530.

Ling Weilong looked at her with dissatisfaction: "This is not a restaurant for you! And what’s with that man at the door?!"

As expected, Ouyang Yi had unwillingly followed her.

She smiled ingratiatingly at Ling Weilong: "Can I just stay here for a bit? That Ouyang Yi pestered me in the restaurant for a long time, and I’m scared he’ll follow me to my room; then I’ll be done for."

Who wants their residence discovered by a sticky annoyance like gum!

Unexpectedly, Ling Weilong asked in surprise: "Ouyang Yi?"

"Yeah, he said he’s a model." Su Xingyu unpacked the takeaway, eating.

Ling Weilong was even more surprised: "No way, it’s really him! He’s currently the highest-paid male model in the world, you know? How many women are dying to get with him, and yet he’s taken a fancy to you, pursuing relentlessly?"