Extreme Pampering-Chapter 61 - Sir may I sit here

Chapter 61: Chapter 61: Sir, may I sit here?

Chapter 61: Chapter 61: Sir, may I sit here?

“We can break up, but I have conditions,”

In the filming studio’s rest room, Xu Xia held her phone, already knowing it would come to this. She wasn’t flustered, but she never lets herself be shortchanged. Even if they were to part ways, she still wanted to squeeze out every last benefit.

The cold voice of Qin Fangru came through the earpiece, “Xu Xia, don’t push your luck.”

For people like them, frequenting places of nightlife, generosity wasn’t an issue; they gave as expected. Xu Xia, ever greedy, had received quite a few perks from him—he had never treated her unfairly.

“I’m not,” Xu Xia took a deep breath, “I was beaten up by your wife, isn’t it reasonable to ask for some compensation?”

Qin Fangru’s tone grew impatient, “I’ll transfer to your card later.”

“I don’t want money,” Xu Xia wasn’t in need of money. She knew very well that in this society, opportunities were harder to come by and far more important than money.

“Isn’t there a boxing match at Minghua today? I want the tickets for that event.”

Minghua is a privately built sports center, divided into indoor and outdoor sections, featuring car races, martial arts, rock climbing… It’s where the wealthy young men go for fun. Anyone who goes there is either rich or noble, and they’re all there in pursuit of pleasure—easy pickings.

But there were many with that same idea, thus tickets were naturally hard to come by.

Upon hearing this, Qin Fangru immediately knew what Xu Xia was up to. She was in a hurry to find herself a new backer, “You sure are bold. Aren’t you afraid of offending those you shouldn’t?”

Minghua had been around for decades, with myriad dealings that couldn’t stand the light of day. The boxing matches were bloody, the car races explosive, and the rock climbing had caused several severe injuries. Those who went there sought thrills; they had keen eyes and ruthless hearts.

“That’s none of your concern. Just get me the entry tickets,”

Xu Xia had long grown tired of clinging to various backers. She was no longer interested in men like Qin Fangru, a mere entertainment company president; she was fishing for bigger game.

And tonight at Minghua, was her opportunity.

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The tickets weren’t easy to get, but luckily, Qin Fangru was somewhat connected to the Qin Family; he got his tickets from Qin Fang.

Minghua at night.

A flashy bright blue sports car sped along the road. Qin Fang leaned out from the driver’s seat and called out to Fu Songzhi, who was handing keys to the valet, “Has Brother Pei not arrived yet?”

Fu Songzhi tilted his chin up and said, “Look back.”

The sound of an engine approached quickly, and Qin Fang’s eyes widened at the sight of the silver-purple sports car, “I knew Brother Pei would get his hands on this. He held out for so long, only driving it out now.”

Patting the sports car he was in, he immediately felt a twinge of regret, “What a waste.”

Pei Yu didn’t rush here every other day like he did. Even a fancy sports car served as nothing more than a decoration in Huating, a complete waste.

As the car door opened, Pei Yu stepped out, casting a lazy glance in his direction, “Pathetic.”

Fu Songzhi walked over, “Your heart’s okay?”

“Yeah,” Pei Yu wasn’t too concerned, “Got it checked, nothing wrong with it.”

Qin Fang shamelessly pressed closer, “Then that’s perfect. There’s a brutal fighter on the card tonight. It’s going to be thrilling.”

The deeper they ventured, the more acquaintances they encountered, all regulars at Minghua. They had been brought here by family elders since they were kids and were unphased by everything about the place.

There were also some who were here for the first time, like Xu Xia.

She hadn’t worn a mask or a hat, exposing her face to the crowd. However, only the staff at Minghua recognized her—the high and mighty just gave her a casual glance without any reaction.

Minghua had strict confidentiality measures, so there was no worry about photos or videos leaking out, but Xu Xia was still nervous. She knew she couldn’t afford to offend any individual here.

As the crowd moved downstairs, the bright lights gave way to dimness. Xu Xia carefully descended the steps at the entrance, with the boxing ring just ahead and the first row of seats mere meters away—the best spot for watching the match.

And the entry ticket she had received was numbered toward the end, requiring her to walk all the way to the back.

The line moved slowly, and the front row was already seated, the one surrounded in the center being the most eye-catching. He tilted his head slightly to listen to the person beside him, his side profile as precise as an exquisite sculpture, the dim light landed on his pure black silk shirt, solidifying into leaping spots of light.

Someone said something, and he lazily curved his lips, lifted his eyebrows, and threw a token into the tray of a ringside sexy girl, betting on who would win.

After he tossed the token, the people next to him gradually followed suit, implicitly taking him as their leader.

Xu Xia’s heart was pounding fast, realizing this was her best opportunity. Overwhelmed with excitement, she stumbled and began to fall to the side, but thankfully, someone steadied her, an attractive man.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Xu Xia still couldn’t help but look over there, yet she could only see a tall figure from behind.

He didn’t notice her.

The boxing match started soon after, with deafening drum sounds mixed with the muffled thumps of fist against flesh. Xu Xia’s attention was drawn away, just in time to see a boxer getting beaten, blood spraying from his mouth. She was so frightened she clenched her hands, while all those around her seemed accustomed to it, even excited.

They were here for this.

In the front row, Pei Yu appeared uninterested, his sober clarity starkly contrasting with the absorbed focus of others, exuding an aloof indifference, occasionally sipping his drink.

After the boxing, they moved upstairs to drink and dance, where pairs of men and women were common, creating an ambiguous atmosphere. Some people invited Xu Xia, but she refused.

She made her way step by step toward the very center, too nervous to notice her own racing heartbeat, following a man closely, wanting to take a seat.

“Hey,” Qin Fang glanced at her and asked the man beside him, “Did you bring her?”

The man shook his head, “Don’t know her.”

Qin Fang set down his glass, “You can’t sit here, miss. Please find another seat.”

The words were polite, but the tone dismissive.

Having come this far, there was no sense in going back. Xu Xia pretended innocence, her face suited for such an expression.

“I can’t sit here?”

She rose to her feet, but moved toward the center, her goal seated right there. Upon closer look, she was stunned by his impressive appearance, the aloof dignity that was addictive.

“Sir,” Xu Xia lowered her head, her voice soft and pitiful, “May I sit here?”

She had her eye on the empty seat beside him.

The surrounding fell silent for a moment. No one seated there missed what was on her mind, but their realization made it all the more astonishing.

Where did she get the gall?

Ambitious ones seeking a place beside this man always approached with tact and thoughtfulness. Such blatant tactics—who had given her the courage?

Qin Fang laughed with a snort and waved his hand, “Who gave you the ticket?”

This was a posture meant to reprimand.

Xu Xia was panicking, her expression even more pitiful, yet stubbornly only cared about the man in front of her, “Sir—”

Before she could say more, her arm was seized by two tall men ready to take her out, while others watched leisurely as if witnessing a farce.

Only then did he finally lift his eyes to look over, speaking in a cool and detached tone.

“I know you.”