On the day of her return to China, she was tied up and coaxed by the richest man to get her marriage

Yin Zhuo said disdainfully, "Your employer is an imposter. These days, any Tom, Dick, or Harry can insult the real Miss Yu?"

The head bodyguard's breath hitched. An imposter?

Si Qing parted his thin lips slightly, his cold voice like a sharp blade, "Have your men open the door."

The bodyguard leader saw that they had guns but didn't dare to kill them directly, which showed that they still had some reservations. He immediately choked up and shouted, "I don't care who you are, you'd better kowtow and admit your mistake right now, or you'll be in big trouble later."

Si Qing's impatient gaze darkened as he stomped down hard on the man's chest, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood. His eyes trembled, as if he were about to meet the King of Hell.

"Listen, either go open the door, or you die in my hands."

Si Qing uttered each word from his thin lips, as if it were the whisper of a devil.

The bodyguard leader shivered violently, saline solution kept flowing out, his mouth tasted rusty, and even breathing was excruciatingly painful. He could feel the man's feet moving on his body.

Then, it was pressed against his neck.

He swallowed hard; in such a noisy environment, he could almost hear his own rapidly rising heartbeat. He felt like prey being slowly tortured by hellish demons, and he was terrified, sweating profusely.

Having lived a life of danger for many years, this is the first time I've ever seen such an evil and violent man!

So crazy!

Which one to choose?

The man asked.

They were clearly committing the bloodiest acts, yet they acted as if they were completely detached and indifferent.

He immediately realized that the man was enraged, especially since the pain from the recent beating was still radiating through his nerve endings. If he dared to delay any longer, he would really die here.

His fear of death made him roar, "Tiger, go open the door!"

Everyone else was already terrified. Upon hearing the boss's voice, the bodyguard called Tiger limped to his feet, took the key, and opened the villa door.

Si Qing then released the bodyguard leader and turned on his phone's flashlight, waving it behind him.

The mercenaries who had been waiting quickly ran over.

The bodyguards then realized that they had brought so many people with them, so they had just been deliberately playing a trick on them.

Yin Zhuo led the mercenaries into the villa and asked in a cold voice, "Where are the things?"

"Second, the study on the second floor," Tiger replied blankly.

The bodyguard leader was helped up by his brothers and sat under the eaves. The group watched with grim faces as the other side insulted them and then wantonly moved all the things out of the villa.

Tiger walked over and muttered, "Damn, boss, these guys are really pretentious. They actually dressed up as Dragon Flame mercenaries. I bet they make a living by scamming people."

The head bodyguard wiped the blood, tears, and mud from his face. His face was so swollen that it was unrecognizable, and all that could be seen was the venomous glint in his eyes as he stared intently at Si Qing's back.

His rescuer should be arriving soon!

He'll make sure that pretentious bastard kneels on the ground and licks his feet later.

“Master Si, I’ve checked, and the quantity is all correct,” Yin Zhuo said as he walked up to Si Qing.

Si Qing hummed in agreement, signaling them to load the items onto the car, then turned and walked towards the car.

Master Si?

The head bodyguard almost burst out laughing when he heard that address.

This bastard is incredibly arrogant. Not only does he have his men impersonate Dragon Flame mercenaries, but he also dares to call himself Master Si. What kind of low-level organization is this, brazenly impersonating a Dragon Flame commander!

Not to mention that Long Yan is in charge of major international affairs, Commander Si himself is a veritable business empire, involved in all walks of life, and controlling the global economic lifeline.

How could such a noble and important person have the time to care about the affairs of these small workshops?

Just then, my phone rang. It was my boss calling—the rescue team had arrived!

"Hello, boss..." The head bodyguard answered the phone excitedly, but the next second, he froze as if struck by lightning.

The brothers sensed something was wrong and asked, "What's wrong, boss? What did the boss say?"

The bodyguard leader's phone fell to the ground. "The boss said that Longyan's people have submitted evidence of our group's crimes to the police station. The group has been seized. The boss wants us to turn ourselves in immediately!"

what?

Everyone's legs went weak, and they almost knelt down. Suddenly realizing what was happening, they all looked at Si Qing's departing figure.

So this guy really is Master Si...

They just...

The head bodyguard jumped to his feet, his survival instinct kicking in, and chased after the bodyguard, begging for mercy in utter terror.

"Master Si, please spare us! I was blind! Please don't hold it against us insignificant people..."

After Yin Zhuo opened the car door and helped Si Qing into the car, he turned around and kicked the bodyguard leader who had chased after him away, saying, "Get out of the way, our Master Si finds it noisy."

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, please forgive us, I don't want to go to jail!"

He shouted anxiously while raising his hand to slap himself, filled with regret.

Yin Zhuo approached him coldly, "Actually, you little minions are not qualified for our master to handle this personally, but who told you to work for that imposter and affect the reputation of the real young lady of the Yu family."

He was stunned, his tears and snot dried and frozen on his face.

Yin Zhuo whispered in his ear, "Also, Miss Yu is our master's wife. What you just said was too vulgar. Insulting Mrs. Si is the same as insulting Master Si. Tsk, life is short, and you insist on taking shortcuts."

The head bodyguard slumped to the ground in despair, staring blankly as Long Yan's convoy sped away, before closing his eyes in despair.

It's over, completely over!

*

The convoy headed towards the Yu family's location.

Si Qing leaned back lazily in his chair, glancing down at the bloodstains on the prayer beads on his wrist.

He rolled up his sleeves a bit and took a disinfectant wipe to carefully clean the area.

Yin Zhuo picked up the constantly flashing phone and handed it over, "Master Si, it's a video call from Young Master Lu."

"catch."

Yin Zhuo pressed the answer button, and the screen displayed a man's clear and handsome face, exuding an impression of elegance and refinement.

"Brother Qing, I'm back in the country today. Didn't you promise to come to Ginza and have a drink with me? I've been waiting for you for half an hour. Where are you?" Lu Xingyu asked.

The blood on the prayer beads had dried a bit. Si Qing wiped them with a little more force, without even looking up. "I'm busy today, let's reschedule for another day."

"You said you were free yesterday, why are you busy today? What have you been up to?" Lu Xingyu noticed the Buddhist prayer beads on Si Qing's wrist and smiled elegantly.

"Isn't this the Buddhist prayer beads that Miss Yu casually gave you back then? Why are you still wearing it?"

Si Qing paused for a moment, then continued wiping, saying casually, "I'm used to wearing it."

"Is it because you're used to wearing it, or can't you forget her?" Lu Xingyu toyed with the walnuts in his palm, teasingly saying, "It's just a string of cheap street vendor goods, yet you cherish it so much. Don't you think there's a contradiction between what you say and what you do?"

Si Qing finally looked up at him, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the frosted surface of the prayer beads, recalling how they were much brighter and smoother when he first got them.

That was his second year as Yu Jinzhao's bodyguard.

Madam Yu was ill and her condition was not improving. She was depressed and planned to go to Qingshan Temple to pray for her family.

To enter Qingshan Temple, one needs to climb 9,999 steps. Many people choose to take the cable car, but in order to be devout, the pampered little girl insisted on hiking up the mountain.

He accompanied her on the journey, stopping frequently, and they didn't enter the temple until noon.

I encountered an old man selling consecrated items at a street stall outside the gate, introducing them to passing worshippers.

The Yu family are all Buddhists, so she didn't need the master to guide her; she actively started selecting items herself.

Finally, she selected three safety buckles. The master craftsman told her to add another 300 yuan to choose one more, to make it a number 666, which would be even more effective.

She immediately felt that it made a lot of sense, readily paid more money, and then casually grabbed a string of black Buddhist beads from the stall.

He secretly laughed at her for being so easily fooled. Who would believe that the spiritual power of a Buddhist consecrated object comes from accumulating auspicious numbers?

He didn't take it to heart afterwards.

Not long after, because he helped her test the drug, she treated him to dinner to thank him.

During the meal, she ordered a bottle of red wine.

That was the first time she drank alcohol, and the first time he realized she was a lightweight.

Before she even started eating, she was already rambling incoherently with bleary eyes.

When he saw that her face was flushed, his first thought was that she was having an allergic reaction, so he wanted to take her to the hospital.

Perhaps because he looked rather grumpy at the time, she muttered sullenly as he dragged her by the arm, "Ah Qi, if you yell at me again, I'll dock your pay."

He laughed in exasperation, "Speak with a conscience! How did I yell at you?"

"You look like you're going to eat me alive. Anyone who didn't know better would think you're my employer. I have my pride too, you know." She was bolder when she was drunk, and answered whatever was asked.

He couldn't be bothered with the drunkard.

After a while, the little drunkard said to him in a negotiating tone, "Ah Qi, if you treat me better in the future, I will reciprocate by being nice to you too."

"How have you been good to me?" he asked her with a stern face.

She actually thought about it seriously for a while, then looked down and opened her backpack, rummaged around inside for a long time, and casually pulled out a crumpled cardboard box and handed it to him.

Upon opening it, she found it was the same string of Buddhist beads she had casually picked up at the entrance of Qingshan Temple that day, hoping to get a lucky number.

"This is for you." Her eyes shone brightly. "Ah Qi, the old master who sells Buddhist beads said you have too much anger, which will affect your luck. These Buddhist beads can purify the soul. If you wear them every day, your luck will improve. I specially gave them to you!"

He thought she was drunk and confused, and assumed he had forgotten how he got the Buddhist prayer beads, so she had the nerve to say that she gave them to him as a gift.

Moreover, wasn't the old master selling Buddhist beads always trying to trick her into collecting auspicious numbers? When did he say those things?

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would almost have believed her sincere expression.

Moreover, just by looking at the crumpled cardboard box, you can tell that she didn't care about these prayer beads. She must have bought them on a whim that day, put them in her bag without paying attention to them, and now she's just taking them out to appease him.

Miss Yu has always been one to speak to people in a way that suits them, and to say whatever suits them.

But he didn't bother arguing with the clueless drunkard and took the prayer beads without hesitation. "Miss, you're making it sound so nice."

He paused, then leaned down and poked her flushed cheek, concluding seriously, "Isn't it just that you want me to submit to you?"

Collecting his thoughts, Si Qing took out a lighter from his pocket and slowly lit a cigarette.

Amidst the swirling smoke, a faint smile played on his lips.

He wasn't a Buddhist, but he remembered that she had climbed for a long time to reach Qingshan Temple to buy the string of Buddhist beads.

Admittedly, it can't be called a purchase; at most, it was something she added to make up for the auspicious number, a useless thing that she had left in a corner.

But he accepted it anyway.

And now, I've definitely gotten used to wearing them.

Si Qing said in a deep voice, "Buddhist prayer beads are sacred things; they cannot be stained with blood, nor can they be thrown away."

Lu Xingyu: "That makes sense."

Yin Zhuo turned around and said considerately, "Master Si, why don't you go have a drink with Young Master Lu? It's the same if we deliver the things to Madam."

"I was wondering why Brother Qing, who always keeps his word, stood me up. It turns out it was because of Miss Yu."

The crimson dot between Si Qing's fingers flickered on and off. "Today I broke my promise. Next time we meet, I'll punish myself with three drinks."

Yin Zhuo understood; Master Si still wanted to go see his wife!

Lu Xingyu smiled slightly with his beautiful phoenix eyes, "Anyway, it's just delivering something to my sister-in-law, it's not a big deal, can't you just have your subordinates handle it?"

"I can drink anytime, but I can only do her a favor today."

"With such a strong emphasis, Brother Qing, have you failed again?" Lu Xingyu asked, seemingly jokingly but also seriously.

"Xingyu, you're not married, so you might not know something."

"what's up?"

Si Qing slowly took a drag of his cigarette, then pointed at him from a distance, "A married man has greater responsibilities than before, and he can no longer control his own time."

"..." Oh, so that means he's idle. Lu Xingyu paused for a moment, then laughed in exasperation. "Fine, you know how to be sarcastic. Don't think you're the only one who can get married. I can get married anytime I want, and I'll spend every day with my wife just like you. Don't even think about asking me to have another drink."

"Row."

Si Qing smiled and then hung up the video call.

On the other end of the phone, Lu Xingyu, sitting on the sofa in the private room, looked at the black screen, his relaxed brows slowly furrowing.

His originally gentle and refined expression was instantly filled with gloom and coldness.

After a long pause, he raised his hand and smashed the walnut he was holding hard.

*

To prevent overthinking, Lu's dislike for the male lead is related to what happened back then; the mystery will be solved as new characters are introduced later.