Outside Shiwei Xuan.
The security guard looked at the little boy in front of him, who only reached his thigh, with his entire body dirty and thin as a rail, appearing to be about five or six years old. He frowned, "Sorry, little guy, you can't go in there."
The little boy looked anxious, his dry, wrinkled hands continuously gesturing towards him, while a hoarse sound came from his throat.
He couldn't speak.
The security guard found himself in a dilemma; his manners told him he couldn't forcibly remove this poor child, but his job required him to do so.
Just as he was about to pick up the boy and throw him away, a deep, rich voice, akin to the elegant sound of a cello being played, resonated beside his ear.
"He's with me."
The security guard raised his head immediately.
He saw two men standing beside him sometime without his notice. One wore a white shirt, his appearance handsome, exuding an innate sense of nobility, while the one half a step behind him wore a dark suit, equally striking in looks.
The security guard was stunned and stood straight, his tone very uncertain: "...With you?"
These two men looked nothing like they would know this little boy.
Bai Su nodded slightly as a response.
Jiang Gujun smiled, glancing at the stupefied little boy, "He's with us; we're taking the kid inside."
Though their behavior was slightly odd, strange things happened daily. The security guard wouldn't be so brainless as to question them carelessly. He bowed respectfully, "Alright, gentlemen, please come in."
Inside Shiwei Xuan, there were servants specially assigned to attend to guests.
The three had just entered when a servant dressed in a cheongsam approached to guide them.
Jiang Gujun turned to look at the obedient little boy following behind them, nervously tugging at his worn clothes, a light smile appearing. "You've come inside, why not go ahead with your task?"
The boy's pace halted, his expression dazed, his slightly unclear eyes widened, appearing even more surprised.
Jiang Gujun waited for him, even Bai Su paused.
The little boy looked at the two men with imposing presence before him, blinked, then excitedly started gesturing with his hands.
He used sign language, which no one understood, but everyone understood his final bow.
"Ho ho."
—Thank you.
He was expressing gratitude.
Bai Su narrowed his eyes slightly, one hand in his pocket, his chin lifted a bit, and pointed toward the servant: "Take him to the front desk."
The servant bowed: "Yes."
The little boy was led to the front desk by the servant.
Bai Su stood there, watching as the boy, facing away from them, gestured with hand signs: then the front desk manager's expression shifted from casual to solemn, and subsequently instructed the boy to wait.
The manager turned behind the desk, took a roll of paper from a drawer, and handed it to the little boy.
The boy completed his task, smiled broadly in gratitude to the manager, and then trotted off from Shiwei Xuan.
Jiang Gujun's eyes showed doubt, "What did he take?"
Bai Su somehow had a cigarette between his lips again, his thumb lightly rubbed the lighter's wheel, igniting a flame; the cigarette got lit.
He took a leisurely drag from the smoke and exhaled, "Paper."
Jiang Gujun: "....." He wasn't blind, he was asking about what was written on the paper.
Bai Su curled his lips, "You should be curious about the gesture he made last."
It was the boy's final action that changed the manager's attitude.
Jiang Gujun thought for two seconds, his brows furrowing: "Do you mean when he crossed his index fingers, tapping his forehead?"
Bai Su remained silent, his handsome face faintly discernible within the smoke, giving an impression both elusive and profound.
...
In a small alley.
Rong Zhi casually placed the roll of paper into the pocket of her sweatshirt, patted the little boy's head, and gave him her last piece of candy.
The boy, satisfied, rubbed against her palm.
A smile crossed Rong Zhi's eyes, the mottled warm sunlight shining on her, adding a touch of gentleness.
Passersby saw this somewhat dissonant scene, their expressions slightly strange.
But they were in a hurry, and after a glance, they hurried away.
Bai Su and Jiang Gujun came out of Shiwei Xuan after finishing their tea, Jiang Gujun wiped his face, feeling a bit depressed.
He was too full.
"Mr. Su, should we go next..."
Before he finished his sentence, his gaze paused, and he froze.
Up ahead, beside their silver Rolls-Royce stood a slender figure.
The youth lowered his eyes, leaning against the car door, extending his long legs, hands in his pockets, exuding an indifferent aura.
Bai Su squinted his eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, pinched the cigarette butt with his fingers, and tossed it into a nearby trash bin.
The person turned, raising a captivating yet alluring face, stepping lightly as he approached them.
He was getting closer.
Bai Su looked straight into those fox-like, bewitching eyes, smiling even before speaking.
Jiang Gujun secretly moved to stand behind Bai Su.
"You saw it."
The youth said as soon as he got close, in a perfectly husky and sultry voice, though the tone was rather cool.
Bai Su didn't answer but instead asked, "Are you waiting for me?"
Rong Zhi caught a faint scent of tobacco mixed with a light fragrance, subtle and not at all unpleasant.
"Wasn't it you who asked me to come?"
Upon hearing this, Bai Su unobtrusively pressed his thumb against his knuckles, the corners of his peach blossom eyes curving up, "Good observation skills."
Rong Zhi didn't respond, but turned and left.
She wasn't blind; such a large car followed her along the way, anyone slightly more sensitive could notice it, not to mention the other party made no attempt to conceal their intention.
"Wait."
A deep voice rang suddenly from behind.
Rong Zhi turned her gaze, only seeing the tall, handsome man standing still, looking at her face.
"What is it?"
"I just helped you," Bai Su's eyes were shadowed by his long lashes, creating a light veil, "Shouldn't you say thank you? Hmm?"
Rong Zhi dragged out an "ah", lazily, "Thank you."
She waved her hand dismissively, her expression on her exquisite face as indifferent as possible, with the corners of her eyes slightly colored red, adding an amorous touch to this coolness, with a hint of roguish charm in her laziness.
"Just a thank you? That's a bit lacking in sincerity," Bai Su mimicked her tone, dragging his words, his peach blossom eyes slightly closed, his smile rather playful and frivolous.
Rong Zhi folded her arms, raising an eyebrow with a leisurely nod.
Bai Su's gaze slipped over her front, chuckling lightly, "I want you—"
Rong Zhi narrowed her eyes slightly, a flash of cold passed through them.
What was this man looking at?
"Something from yourself."
Bai Su's thin lips curved, "If you want to express thanks, I must feel your sincerity; this request isn't excessive."
He didn't specify what he wanted, just asked for something from her, which meant anything would suffice, indeed not excessive.
But the problem was, Rong Zhi had nothing on her she could give him, since the other party had helped her, she didn't want to just brush it off.
After considering for a moment, she said calmly, "I'll owe it for now, give me your address, I'll send it to you later."
Bai Su's eyes narrowed, his tall figure leaning towards Rong Zhi, slightly bending over, his straight nose almost touched Rong Zhi's, their breaths nearly audible.
Rong Zhi remained composed and calm, even though he was close, she didn't move.
Their eyes met, hers black and white with not a trace of emotion.
Bai Su curved his lips, his deep voice intentionally low, increasingly seductive and enticing, "Sure, give me your contact info, I'll send you the address."