Super Soldier in the City-Chapter 1973 - 2036: Entanglement
When Song Qingshu saw the Saintess, he couldn’t help himself. To spend time with such a woman would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Song Qingshu had been in Europe for years and had met many European and American women, but he had never encountered a woman as exquisite as this. Ignoring the fact that he was in the Vienna opera house, he walked toward the Saintess.
Of course, Song Qingshu was not alone. He came with several friends, each accompanied by their own female companions. Seeing Song Qingshu stride over, they followed suit.
The Saintess didn’t even notice this kind of person. In her organization, she only maintained a better attitude towards those in the Elder’s Court. She never spared a good look for anyone else. When it came to men, her attitude was only different for Li Yifei. She ignored other men, so when the Saintess saw him say hello and yet not leave, she calmly said, "Anything you need?"
Uh... Song Qingshu was naturally confident in his looks. Since coming to Europe, he was very generous with his money. People in his circle knew his powerful family background and wealth. Whether it was getting girls or spending money on other things, Song Qingshu was never shy. People in the circle valued him, and not just those from back home, but local women as well.
In Song Qingshu’s eyes, perhaps some girls back home weren’t swayed by money, but abroad, as long as you had money, you could find girls who were more open-minded.
This gave him a lot of confidence. After seeing the Saintess, he decided then and there that he had to win her over today, no matter how much money it would take! It was mainly because the Saintess was incredibly beautiful.
If not for her natural aura of keeping people at bay, countless men would have already approached her.
There was only one blessed man in the world, standing two or three meters behind her, tilting his head as he watched her with that stranger. This stupid man who didn’t appreciate his blessings—she snorted to herself.
Unfortunately, Li Yifei did not immediately step up. He felt he had no reason to say anything, since that man only came to say hello. He couldn’t just clench his fist and walk over, right?
Song Qingshu flashed what he believed to be a charming smile and, speaking in a distinct London accent, said, "Hello, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Song Qingshu, from Huaxia. May I ask if you are also here for the opera?"
The Saintess looked back at Li Yifei, her beautiful eyes seemed to say, what is he saying? I don’t understand.
Li Yifei burst out laughing. This Song Qingshu was quite clueless, wasn’t he? The Saintess was American and spoke American English, yet here this guy was using British English to talk to her. It was considerate of her not to slap him right there.
Shaking his head, Li Yifei finally walked over and said in Chinese, "Why are you blocking my wife?"
Song Qingshu had noticed Li Yifei earlier. As the two were conversing, he had seen him. So when Li Yifei walked over, speaking Chinese, Song Qingshu’s eyes narrowed. He sized him up and down, seeing that although he couldn’t make out the brands of Li Yifei’s clothing, the quality seemed excellent. The outfit probably cost tens of thousands, which explained how he could attract such a beautiful woman.
However, Song Qingshu wasn’t fazed. His father was extremely wealthy, with many affluent and influential relatives. Since young, he had never been easily impressed by others. So he merely glanced at Li Yifei, then arrogantly said, "I’m talking to this beautiful lady."
Li Yifei replied with an "Oh" and said, "Go ahead then."
Hearing this, Song Qingshu almost laughed, thinking he must be dealing with a pushover. Despite his imposing stature, he signaled confidently to his friends, who gave him thumbs up and encouraged him to go on.
Turning back, Song Qingshu was about to invite the Saintess to the best seats for the opera. This was his preconceived strategy. He had spent a fortune buying the best seats precisely to flaunt. He hadn’t expected to meet such a stunning woman, so he decided to use this opportunity. It would showcase his wealth and his generosity.
Given the openness of European and American women, Song Qingshu thought he might very well succeed. But as he turned back, ready to extend the invitation, his gaze fell on Li Yifei’s hand. He had already walked to the Saintess’s side and that infuriating hand was wrapped around her slender waist, seemingly applying some pressure based on the tension in his fingers.
Song Qingshu felt provoked. His lips tightened, nostrils flaring a few times. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the other man not even looking at him, escorting the woman away. And that devilishly beautiful woman didn’t even glance back as she followed the man.
Damn! Anger flared in Song Qingshu’s heart, and he quickly stepped forward.
"Stop!" Song Qingshu quickly stepped forward, grabbing Li Yifei and the Holy Maiden again, his face already a bit flushed, clearly feeling that he had been greatly insulted.
Li Yifei and the Holy Maiden stopped. Li Yifei frowned at Song Qingshu, speaking somewhat impatiently, "What?"
Song Qingshu directly pulled out a checkbook from his pocket, took out a golden pen, wrote a few words on it, tore off the check and handed it to Li Yifei, saying, "This is ten thousand Euros, take the money and leave this woman."
The Holy Maiden understood Chinese language, and she also knew the purpose of this person blocking them. However, since Li Yifei was handling it, she did not speak. Otherwise, just now when Li Yifei hugged her, she would not have let Li Yifei have his way.
Well, thinking about it, the Holy Maiden shook her head inwardly. In fact, when Li Yifei suddenly came over and hugged her waist, not only did the Holy Maiden not feel uncomfortable, she also felt a small thrill in her heart. This feeling was very curious, she could even feel Li Yifei’s hand and her waist’s skin contact through her clothes, with that part faintly trembling.
This feeling... seems not bad. Before Song Qingshu blocked them again, the Holy Maiden’s mind was always on this issue. Seeing this clown-like man finish a series of actions and hand over a ten thousand Euro check, the Holy Maiden suddenly laughed, and her smile was like a hundred flowers blooming, the whole person seemed to be glowing, making Song Qingshu feel bright in front of his eyes, almost drooling. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
"Dear, what’s he doing?" the Holy Maiden asked in English. Li Yifei also smiled and said to the Holy Maiden, "Nothing, he’s performing a show."
Song Qingshu felt like he had been stabbed in the heart again. He shook the check and urged, "If you know what’s good for you, take the money and leave this lady, otherwise..."
"Enough." Li Yifei interrupted, impatiently saying, "This is an opera house, not a circus. You’ve picked the wrong place to be a clown. Besides, since we’re fellow countrymen, behave yourself now and I won’t trouble you."
Hmm? Song Qingshu almost thought he heard wrong. He looked around, as if he had heard the funniest joke. However, in the eyes of Li Yifei and the Holy Maiden, this was purely a showing-off act.
"Kid, you’ve got guts, daring to talk to me like that in Vienna." Song Qingshu finished his act, suddenly becoming very serious, "If I want, I can make you disappear from Vienna anytime."
For Li Yifei, such a level of threat was like a mosquito flying by, at most a bit of buzzing. He and the Holy Maiden, one representing one of the top leaders of the American underground forces, the other the new generation war king of Huaxia, and possibly occupying an extremely important position for many years to come. If something happened to them, it would shock many people, maybe even cause an earthquake, so how could they be intimidated by the words of this clown?
Li Yifei replied, "I said, this is my wife, so you’d better not come here to pester us, or don’t blame me for not considering our fellow countrymen sentiments."
"You!" Song Qingshu’s voice suddenly rose, drawing the attention of those around. He took a couple of deep breaths, nodded heavily, and said, "Fine, damn it, you think the money’s too little? I’ll give you a hundred thousand, get lost immediately."
Saying this, Song Qingshu pulled out the checkbook again, wrote a hundred thousand on it, tore it off and handed it to Li Yifei, saying, "A hundred thousand Euros is enough for you to have fun here for a few months, kid, if you know what’s good for you, leave quickly."
Li Yifei shook his head, slapped Song Qingshu’s hand away, and with the other arm around the Holy Maiden, said, "Let’s go."
"You’re not allowed to leave!" Song Qingshu’s usually successful money tactic failed. This was Vienna, this was Austria, this was Europe. Not to mention a hundred thousand Euros, how much was a sports car worth? The other party didn’t even look, simply slapped his hand away. Song Qingshu felt he had definitely met a fool.
No, he couldn’t let them leave, he had to regain face. Today, Song Qingshu was determined to have that beauty.
"I said, don’t embarrass Huaxia people in a place like this!" Li Yifei turned and said, shaking his arm to push Song Qingshu back. This was Li Yifei’s limit of patience. Damn, trying to snatch someone else’s wife in broad daylight like this, how could you do such a thing? If it were anywhere else, Li Yifei would have directly taught this person a lesson, but after all, this was an opera house, and it was a rather classy place.
Song Qingshu’s arm went numb with the shake; he didn’t dare to grab them again, just stared at their backs in a daze. Song Qingshu ground his teeth, having played around Europe, using money to make women open their legs more than once. He even had an experience in France where he liked a few women with their boyfriends, directly walking up with pounds and Francs, throwing money at the boyfriend, and then telling him he wanted his girlfriend. Agree, and the money was theirs.
