Dealing with Tigers

I knew I shouldn’t ask, but I couldn’t help it. “That ring…” “You saw it?” He paused, looking somewhat uneasy. “Yeah.” “What do you want to know?” He finally looked at me, his face full of mockery. “Nothing.” It was my fault for asking! Dragging my luggage towards the door, I felt a sense of inferiority creeping in… “Don’t flatter yourself, you’re not worthy.” “Enough! Don’t flatter yourself, I didn’t ask you anything!” Holding back tears, I yelled back, feeling a suffocation as if my heart was being crushed. In a fit of release, I threw all the cards back at him. Qi Yufeng watched me, puzzled, until I had my shoes on. “I don’t understand, what benefit could he possibly give you?” Ha, benefits, huh? “Let me tell you, he offered me more than you did! Plus, he doesn’t throw cards at me; he uses cash, thick wads of it, which I find quite enjoyable!” His face tensed as if about to twitch, which thrilled me! Finally, he leaned back in his chair, a cold smile on his lips, “Liu Yixia, you’re despicable.” “Yes, but there are always noble fools who take the bait.” I smiled, politely closing the door behind me. From now on, everything inside was none of my concern. Goodbye, fool.