Han Beicheng walked into the jewelry store and suddenly felt Qiao Hanye's cold black eyes on him. Han Beicheng felt a chill run down his spine as if death was coming, making him want to step out of the store again.
"You are fired," Qiao Hanye said, his voice almost a growl.
Han Beicheng was deeply confused. "Master, I..."
Everyone in the store grew silent, the atmosphere growing thicker by the second. Han Beicheng knew that he must have done something wrong, but whatever it was, he did not mean it. He quietly walked to He Lanjin's side. "What happened to my master?"
Han Beicheng searched his brain. Did his master suddenly contract an endocrine disorder that was causing his bad mood?
Before He Lanjin could say anything, Qiao Hanye grabbed Han Beicheng by the collar and dragged him out. Qiao Hanye went back into the store, and as the glass door behind him closed, he walked toward He Lanjin and said, "He Lanjin, you're now wearing my diamond ring. From now on, I'm yours.
"You can keep me, or you can keep me, either way," Qiao Hanye said in a low voice.
He Lanjin held back her laughter and looked at the diamond ring on her finger. She rubbed her small hands in disbelief and said, "Haha, okay! From now on, you're mine."
She looked at him slyly. He was so handsome she could not help but think what would happen if he fell into her hands...
Everyone in the store was shocked. Here's someone who actually dared to say that she was keeping young Master Qiao as her possession. Anyone who would even have thought of saying this would be gambling with their lives. But she had claimed him in front of these people, and all young Master Qiao did was look at her dotingly and say "Okay."
The store manager, unable to take the turn of events, fainted from fright. He fell to the floor with a thud, and the sales clerks rushed to his aid.
"Fine," He Lanjin said, her spirits lifting. "From now on, you're mine. And I need you to work hard!" Cowherds make a lot of money these days, don't they?
Qiao Hanye did not say anything, but he saw that she was planning something again. "You're already wearing it, so you can't take it off."
"Are you kidding me? Why would I take off something so pretty?" He Lanjin hid her hands from Qiao Hanye, thinking of how to make him earn a lot of money.
"Well," He Lanjin said as she waved at Qiao Hanye. "I'm going ahead."
Han Beicheng stood there alone outside the store, thinking about what he could have done wrong. What went wrong? His master was a man of restraint. What could have provoked Qiao Hanye's outburst? Han Beicheng thought and thought, but nothing came to mind.
Han Beicheng saw He Lanjin leave the store. Something in her finger sparkled so bright that he had to blink. He wanted to see clearly what the thing was, but He Lanjin had driven away.
Qiao Hanye came out of the store and looked at the trembling Han Beicheng. Han Beicheng straightened up and said respectfully, "Master, you have a meeting in half an hour."
"It's just that the people from the Lu group have been asking to see you, but they were rejected by our people, " Han Beicheng quickly said.
"Okay," Qiao Hanye replied and walked towards the backseat. Han Beicheng got into the driver's seat and watched Qiao Hanye flipping through the information that had been prepared for him. Qiao Hanye did not mention anything about the incident in the store, so Han Beicheng dared not open his mouth.
Meanwhile...
Leaving the jewelry store, He Lanjin drove away to buy some fruits. She was ready to return to the studio.
As she walked back to her car, He Lanjin saw a group of ruffians randomly collecting rent from street vendors. He Lanjin quickly stepped forward to stop them as they started beating up a seller. One of the thugs slashed at He Lanjin with a knife, saying, "You better mind your own business, b*tch."
He Lanjin kicked the attacker's arm, sending the knife flying. Seeing this, the rest of the group rushed over to He Lanjin.
While fighting off her attackers, He Lanjin noticed someone staring at her hand, and her face turned pale. She rushed over to block the person from one of the ruffians, taking a stick for him.