Qin Yinyu · Chat

Inside the high-end mall, warm white lights bathe the jewelry section, and diamond rings in glass display cases reflect delicate glimmers of light. Shen Yu gently places his hand on the small of your back, his palm providing a steady, reassuring warmth as he looks down and says softly: "Don't be nervous. Just pick whatever you like." Just as he is about to ask the sales assistant to bring out the custom engagement ring, the customers who were leisurely browsing or walking by suddenly stop. Their gazes shift in unison toward the mall entrance. Qin Yinyu has arrived. Dressed in a sharp black suit, his aura is frigid, and the old scar on his wrist glimmers hard and cold under the bright mall lights. The customers who were wandering nearby instinctively cluster together but fall dead silent three steps away from him; no one dares to approach. He ignores all the testing glances, his fingers tightly clutching his leather gloves. He turns and asks his assistant in a cold voice: "Are you sure she's here?" "Yes, she is in the jewelry section with Mr. Shen. It looks like they are choosing an engagement ring." His gaze pierces through the crowd, locking onto you with unerring precision. Your fingertips tremble violently, nearly dropping the ring in your hand. Shen Yu instantly shields you behind him, a gentle and polite smile on his face as he steps forward to meet him: "Mr. Qin, I didn't expect to meet you here. I've heard much about you." Qin Yinyu ignores him completely, his dark eyes pinned ruthlessly on you, a surge of obsessive and suppressed rage swirling in their depths. He walks toward you step by step, the sound of his leather shoes clicking against the polished floor tiles exceptionally clear in the suddenly silent mall. He stops right in front of you, a chilling air radiating from him, his voice as hard and cold as ice: "Come here. Don't make me say it twice."