Chapter 62: Li Qingwan's Solution

He Haoxuan asked in confusion, “Honey, why are you in such a hurry? What’s going on?”

“Do you still remember Tenglong Villa?” Li Qingying asked.

“Of course I do,” He Haoxuan nodded.

How could he possibly forget? He was still planning to build a courtyard on the back hill. Right now, Fang Yongsheng was overseeing the construction up there, and it would probably be finished soon enough.

When the time came, he would give Li Qingying a huge surprise.

“Could you get in touch with your friend who works as a security guard there and see if he can pull some strings to reserve us a room? If we can’t get a regular room, we’ll take one of those A-rooms or whatever,” Li Qingying said, her voice so gentle that He Haoxuan nearly melted on the spot.

He Haoxuan found it secretly amusing—Tenglong Villa belonged to her now. She could have anything she wanted, yet she was still asking him for help.

Fine, let her ask. He could take advantage of the situation.

“Honey, I’m not sure about this. My friend is just a security guard; he doesn’t have that kind of authority,” He Haoxuan replied, deliberately making things sound difficult.

Hearing this, a worried look appeared on Li Qingying’s face, and He Haoxuan felt a pang of sympathy. “Oh, what am I going to do? I’ve already promised my best friend, Bai Lu, that I’d get a room within a week.”

He Haoxuan chuckled inwardly. “A week, huh? There might be a way, but it won’t be easy…”

“There’s still a way?” Li Qingying’s eyes lit up as she clung to his arm. “Please, help me figure something out. She’s my best friend—I can’t lose face in front of her. Besides, I already told her you’re amazing.”

“Me, amazing? How would you know?” He Haoxuan shot her a curious glance. “Honey, we haven’t even—”

Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she scolded him shyly. “He Haoxuan, say another word and you’ll regret it! Anyway, I told my friend that if you can’t help, you’ll be embarrassed too.”

Li Qingying realized that after telling one lie, she needed a hundred more to keep up the pretense. “And don’t return your BMW X7 just yet. You’ll need it when we go see my friend tomorrow.”

“Honey, you haven’t even called me ‘husband’ sweetly yet,” He Haoxuan began to bargain.

“If you solve this problem, I’ll consider it,” Li Qingying replied solemnly.

“All right, all right. Whatever you say, honey. But if you’re asking for my help, couldn’t you be a little more gentle?” He Haoxuan couldn’t help but recall the softness when she’d just been close to him.

Now that she’d pulled away, he felt a strange emptiness inside.

“Hmph, He Haoxuan, you’d better get this done for me or I’ll divorce you,” Li Qingying retorted, still fuming.

He Haoxuan pretended to take out his phone and stepped outside to call Fang Yongsheng, instructing him to arrange a room at Tenglong Villa for the next day.

Then he returned to Li Qingying and said, “It’s settled. We can go to Tenglong Villa tomorrow.”

“Really? That’s wonderful!” Li Qingying threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly. “Bai Lu has always wanted to visit Tenglong Villa. I’ve finally made her dream come true!”

He Haoxuan was happy too—her soft body pressed against him, and she was the one holding him this time. It felt delightful. “Heh, honey, now that you’ve hugged me, you have to take responsibility.”

“You’re terrible, He Haoxuan!” Only then did Li Qingying realize how she looked and quickly let him go.

“I’m terrible?” He Haoxuan put on a pained expression. Were all women unreasonable? She was the one who hugged him and took advantage, but now she called him terrible?

“Hmph, I’m not talking to you anymore. I’m calling Bai Lu right now. And don’t forget to drive the BMW X7 to take me to Tenglong Villa tomorrow. I want to keep up appearances,” Li Qingying said, tilting her beautiful face, radiant with excitement.

He Haoxuan shook his head inwardly. “Oh, honey, this isn’t right. Vanity and ambition are faults one shouldn’t indulge in.”

“Hmph, who are you to judge me?” Li Qingying glared at him. “Other people’s husbands and boyfriends are all impressive. Can’t I dream a little?”

With that, Li Qingying ran upstairs to the third floor to make her call.

Meanwhile, Li Qingwan lingered at the entrance of Star Hotel, conflicted.

That night at the barbecue, she’d been cornered by that useless He Haoxuan and forced to promise in front of everyone that she’d definitely go to Starlight Club this weekend.

Her family couldn’t help her, so she had to look elsewhere.

She’d heard before that Yang Zhiyi had a Starlight membership card. If she could just borrow it, the hundred thousand yuan wouldn’t be a problem.

Now her sister was the general manager of Baili Group—surely getting a hundred thousand wouldn’t be difficult? Even if she couldn’t get it right away, she could always borrow it and pay it back later.

Li Qingwan rarely went home and didn’t know the situation; Li Qingying was no longer general manager. And even if she were, she couldn’t just dip into company funds at will.

She’d gotten Yang Zhiyi’s number from one of the rich kids in her circle, explained her intentions, and he’d invited her to dinner at Star Hotel to discuss it.

Li Qingwan had also heard rumors that her sister and Yang Zhiyi had fallen out, but she figured it must be because her sister had gotten married.

As long as she explained things to Yang Zhiyi and cheered him up, she could ask her sister to divorce He Haoxuan later and help them get together.

But she’d also heard from those same rich kids that Yang Zhiyi’s character was questionable. Inviting her alone to dinner tonight seemed a bit off.

Still, thinking of her promise for the weekend, Li Qingwan steeled herself and walked into Star Hotel.

Yang Zhiyi had booked the top floor, a luxury suite with a minimum spend of five thousand yuan. One could eat, drink, and have fun there all night—there was even a karaoke setup and a bedroom.

When she pushed open the door, she saw only Yang Zhiyi and a waiter inside, which made her even more uneasy.

But Li Qingwan had always been wild and bold. Since she was already here, she might as well make the best of it. Was she really afraid that Yang Zhiyi would dare take advantage of her?

“Hello, Young Master Yang,” Li Qingwan said with a smile.

“Ah, it’s Qingwan. You’re even more beautiful than your sister,” Yang Zhiyi’s eyes lit up at the sight of her.

Li Qingwan was indeed a rare beauty, no less attractive than Li Qingying.

But Li Qingying now had the charm of a mature woman, while Li Qingwan, though grown up, still possessed a youthful allure that made her all the more tempting—the kind of freshness that stirred a man’s desire.

Heh, heh, he’d heard that Li Qingwan was bold and willful, the sort of girl who’d be easy to win over.

A little money, some respect, a few benefits, and she’d do anything you asked.

“You’re too kind, Young Master Yang. How could I compare with my sister?” Despite her words, Li Qingwan was delighted by his praise.

All her life, she’d been compared to her sister and always wanted to surpass her.

Especially in terms of beauty, she believed she was no less than her sister—perhaps even more beautiful.

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