Gazing at the ancient city that seemed as time-worn and picturesque as a painting, Wang Xiaoqiang and Little Bai were also thrilled.

After getting off the plane, they were picked up. Two Ferraris and a pickup truck were waiting: one Ferrari for the host Anderi, another for the guest Wang Xiaoqiang, while Little Bai stayed hidden, and the pickup truck carried the Agarwood Table.

The arrangements were very thoughtful.

The three vehicles finally drove into a luxurious hotel, the Allen Grand Hotel, which is the Allen Grand Hotel's flagship location in Italy, situated on the busiest streets of Florence. Of course, the hotel was owned by Anderi.

Wang Xiaoqiang was accommodated in the most luxurious presidential suite. By now it was already the afternoon, and Anderi had the staff prepare a sumptuous feast to welcome Wang Xiaoqiang. He also informed him that they would set off for his hometown in Sicily tomorrow afternoon.

After eating, Wang Xiaoqiang didn't feel tired at all, so he made plans to go out and explore. It wasn't every day that he came to Florence, so naturally, he wanted to take a good look around.

Little Bai also wanted to go outside. Once in her room and back in her physical form, she pestered Wang Xiaoqiang, saying, "Master, I also want to go outside for some fresh air..."

"Sure, you can just stay invisible and follow me..."

"I don't want to stay invisible; I don't want to just be like a shadow following you..." Little Bai said, "I want to properly accompany Master on a walk through the streets..."

"Alright!" Wang Xiaoqiang agreed. So, they went out to buy some women's clothing for Little Bai. Once she dressed up, the two of them went out together to stroll around the city.

Wang Xiaoqiang bought Little Bai a white cinched dress and crystal sandals. Once she put them on, she immediately seemed like a different person: that slender figure, those stunning features, her appearance and aura, were an exquisite sight on the streets of Florence. She instantly became a beautiful scene, a focal point that drew the gaze of men and the envy of other women.

It was a clear and sunny afternoon.

Under the sunshine, a blue sky with white clouds.

Vividly colored walls, dark green shutters, deep red rooftops.

Florence was like a true open-air museum, filled with countless historical sites,

A master and her servant, hand in hand, visited Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore and Giotto's Campanile, the Academy Art Gallery, Palazzo Vecchio, and the unique Uffizi Gallery.

As the two walked on the picturesque old bridge over the Arno Riverbank, they saw many young Chinese men and women, seemingly on a group tour, led by a guide, also enjoying the scenery. Inadvertently, Wang Xiaoqiang spotted a familiar figure among the Chinese group: Jing Xueyan.

Old Tang's granddaughter, the provincial radio host Jing Xueyan. The girl who had once kissed him.

Jing Xueyan, dressed in casual attire, looked even more mature and alluring than before, her figure more seductive.

"Why is she here? Could it be she's here on vacation?" Wang Xiaoqiang wondered, puzzled.

If it were not for Little Bai being with him, whose identity was special and not convenient for others to know, Wang Xiaoqiang would certainly have gone to greet her.

So, he decided not to greet her.

After showing Little Bai around, the two returned to the Allen Hotel. With sincerity, Little Bai said, "Master, having the opportunity to walk the streets with Master just this once is worth dying for..."

After dinner, Wang Xiaoqiang took Little Bai back to their room. Over the course of the day, Little Bai had absorbed a considerable amount of Spiritual Energy from Wang Xiaoqiang, and her Spiritual Power had further improved.

The next day, Wang Xiaoqiang slept in until he woke up naturally. By the time he got up, it was already nearing noon, so he went to have lunch in the second-floor dining hall.

Little Bai still stayed invisible, following Wang Xiaoqiang.

At this moment.

In the upstairs hall, there weren't many diners. At a table, a fat man with a full beard was licking his belly, sitting there with his eyes fixed on a young woman sitting across from him. His gaze was filled with stark desire, and the young woman was Chinese. With her head down, she was sipping juice through a straw, too terrified to lift her head under the fat man's lecherous stare.

On the other side of the table sat an alluring middle-aged woman, also Chinese. With lips as if they were painted with blood, she said to the young woman, "Little Yan, Mr. George is one of Italy's most famous fashion designers. He's even designed clothes for Queen Elizabeth. You want to be famous, right? Then you've found the right person in Mr. George. Just one outfit designed by him and you'd be hard-pressed not to become famous..."

The sultry woman hadn't finished speaking when the Italian fat man sternly glared at the young woman and said in fluent English, "Given Miss Jing's qualifications, she could absolutely go to Hollywood to make movies. I just happen to be old friends with several renowned directors there, and getting you a role is no problem. As long as Miss Jing makes an appearance in any movie by one of them, you'll become a world superstar overnight..."

Hearing this, the young woman looked up and glanced at the voluptuous middle-aged woman. "Aunt Wu, I don't want to act in any movies. I just want to..."

"Little Yan, I know you want to be a host. With Mr. George in charge of the 'World of Fashion' show, you'd become an overnight sensation... Just give the word... Spend one night with Mr. George tonight..."

"What?!" The young woman abruptly stood up and said resolutely, "Aunt Wu, you've mistaken me for someone else. I, Jing Xueyan, am not that kind of person..."

The middle-aged woman, taken aback by Jing Xueyan's strong reaction and seeing that the commotion had attracted the attention of other customers, tried to intimidate Jing Xueyan with her aura. "Jing Xueyan, you've been a host for many years now. How can you not understand the way things work? There's no such thing as a free lunch. I advise you to think it over and stop throwing a child's tantrum, or you'll miss out on a great opportunity..."

At that moment, the designer known as George's gaze towards Jing Xueyan became even more unashamedly ravenous, his face expressing a determination to have his way.

"Aunt Wu, let me state this one more time, I'm not that kind of person. Goodbye..." Jing Xueyan said, and swiftly turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, "Aunt Wu" grabbed Jing Xueyan's arm with a gloomy warning. "Jing Xueyan, who do you think you are? I went to great lengths to arrange this meeting with Mr. George, and you think you can just walk away? You're too naive. Let me teach you a lesson today: you can try to leave, but you won't be able to leave Italy. Go ahead, just try..."

Jing Xueyan was livid. She knew Aunt Wu—Wu Qiumei—back in China, and they had come to Italy together for a hosting workshop. Unwittingly, she had revealed her wish to advance her career abroad, and Wu Qiumei had promised to introduce her to someone. She had been brought here to meet this repulsive fat man. True, this fat man was a famous Italian designer, but she had never expected such a globally renowned designer to be a libertine, nor had she foreseen that Wu Qiumei would play the role of a procuress, persuading her to trade her body for fame.

Though Jing Xueyan chased fame and fortune, she was unwilling to degrade herself to a loathsome fat man for the sake of notoriety. She tried to leave with dignity intact, but was met with Wu Qiumei's threats.

Jing Xueyan wasn't a child; she knew how dangerous society could be, especially being in a foreign country without any friends. It would be all too easy for others to target her.

Understanding this, she was afraid.

And so she was momentarily paralyzed by Wu Qiumei's intimidation.

Seeing Jing Xueyan shaken, the fat man George squinted with a smile, downed a large beer, stood up, and walked over to Jing Xueyan, encircling her slim waist with his arm, "Miss Jing, a wise person adapts to circumstances. You're obviously intelligent—I'm sure you won't do anything foolish..."

Jing Xueyan's body shuddered, her face turned deathly pale, and despair washed over her heart. Just as her heart plummeted, a voice suddenly rang out, "Fatso, take your filthy paws off her..."

Jing Xueyan's heart leaped with shock and joy at the voice that was both familiar and strange. Turning hurriedly, she saw it was Wang Xiaoqiang and was instantly filled with excitement. She broke free from George's grip and ran towards Wang Xiaoqiang.

But before she could take two steps, Wu Qiumei grabbed her by the arm. Wu Qiumei's grip was surprisingly strong, causing Jing Xueyan agonizing pain. Wu Qiumei held Jing Xueyan tightly and gave Wang Xiaoqiang a sinister warning, "Brat, don't meddle in other people's affairs, or you'll die without knowing how it happened..."

Wang Xiaoqiang completely ignored Wu Qiumei's threat. With a quick step forward, he slapped her across the face. Although the slap wasn't infused with Spiritual Energy, Wang Xiaoqiang put a lot of force into it, causing Wu Qiumei's mouth to bleed and making her stagger.

That wasn't all. Seeing that Wu Qiumei had steadied herself yet refused to let go of Jing Xueyan, Wang Xiaoqiang kicked her squarely in the abdomen.

Bang!

The kick sent Wu Qiumei tumbling to the ground.

Then Wang Xiaoqiang pulled Jing Xueyan into his embrace. She felt somewhat safer but remained tense, knowing that while Wang Xiaoqiang wielded significant influence back in China, this was Italy. She faced the Italian designer George, and Jing Xueyan didn't believe that Wang Xiaoqiang could have a background stronger than George's.

"You wretched kid! Daring to ruin my pleasure, do you even know who I am? You just wait…" the designer said, starting to call people on his phone.

"Brother Qiang, let's get out of here quickly..." Seeing George calling people, Jing Xueyan nervously tugged at Wang Xiaoqiang.

But Wang Xiaoqiang stood still, his arms crossed, and sneered at George, "Go ahead, call. Bring more people; it's no fun if there aren't enough..." (To be continued. If you like this story, please visit qidian.com to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)

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