What? He didn't need a woman?
So he swung that way?
The two ladies were visibly stunned. Without wasting another second, they exchanged glances and left quickly.
Li Beichen's dark and deep eyes became increasingly obscure. His dark gaze swept towards Xing Ye. His red lips were pursed tightly, exuding an irresistible hostility.
Having been brothers for so many years, Xing Ye was already used to it. He smiled with no inhibition and merely drawled, "Who doesn't know that you've never had a woman by your side? Don't pretend. If you can't do it, then you can't. I know an old Chinese doctor who's very knowledgeable in that area…"
"You've tried?"
"Brother, why would I need to try!"
"Then shut up!"
Xing Ye immediately shut his mouth, but he still did not give up. He tried his best to persuade the other man. "That old Chinese doctor is not bad…"
Li Beichen's gaze deepened, his unhappiness evident from the crease or his furrowed eyebrows. His fair and strong, slender index finger with distinct knuckles knocked against the armrest of the sofa.
Xing Ye shut up again and coughed lightly before changing the topic. "You haven't told me the reason yet. You didn't want the woman who was auctioned after all?"
"To be honest, she looks so much like Qiao Wenqian. They're so similar that I can't even tell them apart."
Li Beichen raised his brows. The corner of his lips seemed to be raised but it didn't seem like it at the same time. His voice was calm and steady. "Mm, I don't want it anymore."
"Why?"
"Shi Yuxuan is my wife."
"Your wife?"
Xing Ye seemed to be deep in thought. Suddenly, as if he had recalled something, he spat out the wine he had just drunk. He started coughing violently, his face turning red. Slamming his palm on the sofa, he stared at Li Beichen in disbelief.
"That woman is the daughter of Sophia's CEO, Shi Qi?!"
Li Beichen simply agreed, his gaze calm and unreadable.
"F*ck! I was almost castrated by Sister-in-law!" Xing Ye couldn't help but swear again.
Li Beichen frowned unhappily. The entire VIP room seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, freezing every breath.
Seeing it, no one dared to come close.
The man's aura was too strong.
"Hey, aren't you going to take some responsibility for me?" Xing Ye said with an aggrieved expression.
"What a pity. I like women too." The man's thin lips curved into an ambiguous smile.
Feeling as if he was targeted, Xing Ye gritted his teeth in anger. "F*ck, why are you singing the same tune as her?"
There was no response from Li Beichen, he only stood up and walked out.
"Hey, do you really not want that woman anymore? It's been four years since Qiao Wenqian avoided y—"
After Xing Ye called out, Li Beichen paused his tall and imposing figure. The warm yellow light shone on him and his originally deep and cold eyes became even more obscure.
"It's just skin." His cold words were just like glaciers.
Four years ago, in order to snatch the Yuzun Group from Li Beiming's hands, even though blood was thicker than water, Li Beichen ruthlessly sent his brother to prison. He even thought that Qiao Wenqian was the root of troubles and sent her overseas heartlessly.
A year later, when all the senior executives of the Yuzun Group submitted to Li Beichen's ruthless and vicious methods, Qiao Wenqian did not return.
Perhaps she hated Li Beichen.
Since Li Beichen was no longer interested, Xing Ye also felt that it was somewhat dull.
Furthermore, the custom-made suit that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars was stained red by the cocktail that Shi Yuxuan had poured on his crotch! The gazes from the crowd already made it clear that people would imagine what had happened for it to get to this state. So it was already impossible for him to continue to stay there to seek pleasure.
To think that he, the Young Master of Hangcheng, was ridiculed by a woman.
Brows furrowed, his hands were shoved in his pockets. As he tilted his head to glance at the surveillance footage playing on his laptop, his arrogant black eyes suddenly became long and narrow.
Shi Yuxuan, Li Beichen's woman, huh. Hmph, this was getting interesting.