Wang Xiaoqiang crossed his arms and sneered at George, "Go ahead, call more people over. The fewer there are, the less fun it is!"

Jing Xueyan was astonished by the sight, not understanding where Wang Xiaoqiang's confidence came from. But, at this moment, she didn't try to persuade him any further and instead clung tightly to one of Wang Xiaoqiang's arms. Now, he was her reliance.

Wu Qiumei picked herself up from the ground and, seeing Wang Xiaoqiang and Jing Xueyan knew each other, was taken aback. However, she didn't think that a young punk like Wang Xiaoqiang could have any background or power in Italy. She pointed at Wang Xiaoqiang, her eyes red with fury, and shouted at him in Mandarin, "Kid, do you know who I am? You dare to hit me? This time, you won't be able to get away with it…"

"Helping Chinese people to fight against Chinese people, people like you deserve to die!" Wang Xiaoqiang's expression darkened, and he moved towards Wu Qiumei, wanting to teach her another lesson.

Just then, the sound of footsteps thumped overhead as the people George had called hurried upstairs. As a well-known designer in Italy, George had a wide network. He knew Anderi and had once designed a suit for him; that's why he had chosen to dine at the Allen Hotel. If anything went wrong, Anderi could cover for him.

The people he had invited were Anderi's men, but by chance, Anderi himself was also in the hotel, so he came over with them.

Seeing Anderi and two members of the Mafia arrive on the second floor, Wu Qiumei smiled triumphantly at Wang Xiaoqiang, "Kid, you better kneel down and apologize quickly, otherwise, you won't even know how you die later."

George, acting as if he had gained the upper hand, pointed at Wang Xiaoqiang and said to Anderi, "Respected Mr. Anderi, this ignorant kid, has caused trouble in your hotel. He, he hit my friend..."

When Anderi saw that George was pointing at Wang Xiaoqiang, his heart skipped a beat. He immediately walked over, but not towards Wang Xiaoqiang; instead, he stepped in front of George and slapped him across the face.

Five finger marks appeared clearly on the pale, pudgy face.

George cupped his face, showing an incredulous expression, and stammered, "Mr. Anderi, are, are you mistaken..."

"Not at all mistaken. I'm not as senile as you," Anderi said as he kicked George in the belly, which was as large as a pregnant woman's, knocking him to the ground. "Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Wang..."

Wu Qiumei saw Anderi, upon his arrival, not confronting Wang Xiaoqiang but instead hitting George. She was immediately surprised and shocked, her heart pounding wildly as she stared intently at Wang Xiaoqiang, thinking to herself, could this young man have some significant background?

Usually, Anderi was quite respectful towards George, who had some influence in the cultural world of Italy. But, unexpectedly, the always courteous Anderi was now attacking him for the sake of a young Chinese man.

Having lived for many years and become street-smart, George now understood that this young Chinese man before him had a more significant background than a big designer like himself. He had to get up, approach Wang Xiaoqiang, bow slightly and say, "Mr. Wang, I'm sorry for the offense earlier. I apologize to you and hope you can be magnanimous..."

Before he could finish, Wang Xiaoqiang coldly interrupted, "You have nothing to apologize for to me, but to my friend. Apologize to my friend, and then tell Mr. Anderi what you intended to do with my friend..."

George bowed deeply to Jing Xueyan, "Miss Jing, I'm sorry; I have offended you..."

At this point, George glanced at Anderi apprehensively, noticing Anderi's cold stare that showed no signs of letting things slide, so he shamefully added, "Just now, I had improper intentions towards Miss Jing, I deserve to die, I deserve to die..."

George slapped himself twice and hung his head. He knew Anderi's methods; if his apology didn't satisfy Wang Xiaoqiang, Anderi would certainly not spare him.

A grand designer, he didn't want to end up ruined and disgraced.

Jing Xueyan watched this scene with her eyes wide and mouth agape, feeling as if time and space had become confused. George, the big Italian designer who had just tried to assert himself over her, was now apologizing to her and slapping his own face.

Not only Jing Xueyan, but also Wu Qiumei felt as if they were in a dream. A grand designer was being forced to slap his own face, causing fear to mingle with her amazement.

At that moment, Wang Xiaoqiang's gaze fell on Wu Qiumei, and he asked, "Hey, wasn't it you who said I should kneel and apologize just now?"

Hearing this, Wu Qiumei fell to her knees with a thud in front of Wang Xiaoqiang, stammering, "Mr. Wang, I'm sorry, I was foolish; I deserve to die..."

While cursing herself, Wu Qiumei slapped her own face. The slapping sounds echoed in the second-floor dining room, drawing the attention of the other diners.

As Wu Qiumei slapped herself, Jing Xueyan felt a surge of satisfaction, but at the same time, she was filled with confusion. How could Wang Xiaoqiang have such power? Yet, at this moment, while she harbored doubts, she didn't voice them. Instead, her beautiful eyes were fixed on Wang Xiaoqiang, emanating intense admiration.

Jing Xueyan had long harbored feelings for Wang Xiaoqiang but felt that they were destined to be apart. Wang Xiaoqiang had only actively sought her out once in China, and after that one time, they lost contact. Later, she heard that Wang Xiaoqiang had gone to the United States and thought she would never cross paths with him again. But unexpectedly, in a foreign land, at a time when she found herself in a difficult or even dangerous situation, Wang Xiaoqiang suddenly appeared before her, as if a messenger sent by God, easily resolving the problem at hand.

Now she felt that Wang Xiaoqiang was simply her destined Son of Heaven.

Seeing that the hefty George and the middle-aged woman Wu Qiumei both admitted their faults, Wang Xiaoqiang didn't plan to probe further. Just as he was about to let them off the hook, that fatty George spoke up, "Mr. Anderi, as a token of my apology, I am willing to design a couple's outfit for Mr. Wang and Miss Jing... I wonder what Mr. Wang thinks of this idea?"

Wang Xiaoqiang didn't believe the man in front of him was the world-renowned designer George. He was taken aback by the offer, but Jing Xueyan timely whispered in his ear, "Brother Qiang, this big fatty is the famous Italian clothing designer George..."

Once he heard this, Wang Xiaoqiang understood and glanced over at George with a cold and disdainful look, "To think that you, a famous designer, would stoop to doing such sleazy things, I am really impressed by you. However, since you're offering this generously, I'll accept the sentiment, but make it quick, I don't have time to dawdle with you..."

"Yes, please rest assured, Mr. Wang, I guarantee it will take only one day, one day will be enough..." George said confidently.

Anderi had originally planned to invite Wang Xiaoqiang to his hometown of Sicily this afternoon since his sister's wedding was tomorrow, and the number one position in their election was also to be held in three days, leaving no time to delay. Therefore, Anderi instructed George, "George, then you must hurry and design the clothes for Mr. Wang and make them overnight, and deliver them to Sicily tomorrow..."

"No problem, I will deliver them tomorrow..." George said obediently.

"Alright, you can roll out!" Anderi waved his hand at George and Wu Qiumei with disgust, as if shooing away flies.

George and Wu Qiumei took the hint and scurried downstairs immediately.

"Mr. Wang, please have a seat. I'll have someone prepare the food and drinks right away to host you and your friend..." Anderi said with an apologetic tone.

"Little Yan, do you have time? If you do, sit down and have a drink with me... Let's catch up..." Wang Xiaoqiang turned to Jing Xueyan and asked.

"Yes, of course I have time." Jing Xueyan nodded vigorously.

Seeing this, Anderi went to make arrangements and set up a private room.

In the private room, as Wang Xiaoqiang and Jing Xueyan were eating, Xueyan told him about her trip to Florence for hostess career training, including the whole incident with Wu Qiumei acting as a procuress and tricking her into meeting George.

After listening, Wang Xiaoqiang said, "Xueyan, you mean you want to pursue your career abroad, right? If that's the case, I can pull some strings to help you find a hosting job here..."

But Jing Xueyan shook her head, "Brother Qiang, I'm not dead set on being a hostess. What I want is to take the chance to travel abroad while I'm young and unmarried, to try my luck..."

Wang Xiaoqiang nodded, "Hmm, if that's the case, then there's no need to stick to hosting. Hosting won't make you rich anyway..."

"Brother Qiang, are you here for tourism, or to expand your business? I've heard that you're now the Great King of vegetables in the United States..." Jing Xueyan, not waiting for Wang Xiaoqiang to finish, stared at him with shining eyes and interrupted.

"Me, well..." Wang Xiaoqiang naturally couldn't tell Jing Xueyan the real purpose of his trip, so he answered vaguely, "I came to Italy to develop my business. That friend earlier said he'd give me a vineyard, and I came to see if it's worth developing..."

"Brother Qiang, how about I, I join you..." Jing Xueyan suddenly grabbed Wang Xiaoqiang's hand, her face filled with anticipation.

"I'm afraid you might not be able to handle it?" Wang Xiaoqiang said. "Working with me will be harder than being a host..."

"Don't worry, Brother Qiang, I can do it. I'm not afraid of hard work or fatigue..." Xueyan was no fool; following someone who was the vegetable king of the United States, any job he could provide would be a hundred times better than a hosting job.

"Well, alright then!" Wang Xiaoqiang said, "If you have no other commitments, come with me to Sicily this afternoon..."

"Of course, Brother Qiang, you're really nice. I've decided to follow you for the rest of my life..." Overwhelmed with emotion, Jing Xueyan got a bit carried away.

"No way, are you really willing to offer yourself to me?" Wang Xiaoqiang joked.

Jing Xueyan's face turned red immediately, but she didn't let go of Wang Xiaoqiang's hand, replying in a slightly awkward and bashful manner... "Brother Qiang, you're teasing me again. Xueyan is willing to offer herself to you, but would you have me...?" (To be continued. If you like this novel, your votes of recommendation and monthly votes at qidian.com are greatly appreciated. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)

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