Chapter 33. A Wonderful Show (2/2)
Zhang Mi shot them a glance: ”That's a show performed by women from eight nations.”
”Show what? Dancing? ” Xin Qing could only think of this point.
”Ugh … It could be called dancing, but another kind of dancing.” Zhang Mi looked at Shi Qianqian, while smiling like a fox and asked, ”Qianqian, you know everything, but you probably don't know what it is, right?”
Shi Qianqian blushed. Fortunately, it couldn't be seen clearly at night. She poked Zhang Mi on her head, ”How did you know all this messy things?”
”What is it exactly?” Xin Qing was anxious. It was only her who didn't understand.
”Strip show!” Zhang Mi said.
Xin Qing glared. ”You mean Ying Qingcang is going to watch the strip show?”
Ying Qingcang was really watching the strip show …
He and Young Master Shen were sitting on a dark round sofa. In front of them was a small stage where a white woman was throwing the last piece of cloth she had on her body onto a fat man's head. That man was throwing a stack of money onto the stage.
”What are you doing here?” Young Master Shen looked at the serious Ying Qingcang beside him. He felt disgusted to women who even have clothes on, then why he came to watch the women who didn't wear anything.
Ying Qingcang ignored him, and only stared at the naked woman on the stage. The woman carried a lot of money in her hands and blew a kiss at the audience before stepping down from the stage.
”That's all?” Ying Qingcang frowned.
Young Master Shen was amused. He wasn't totally satisfied yet.
”No, there comes the next one.”
”Oh.” Ying Qingcang sat back down and continued to stare at the stage with a serious expression.
Young Master Shen cried out, ”I say, what do you want exactly?”
”Shup up. they're coming.” Ying Qingcang did not even look at him.
Another woman in a bikini appeared on the stage. The surrounding men screamed and threw money nonstop at the stage as she began to take off slowly, moving closer and closer to the edge of the stage.
Ying Qingcang suddenly stood up. Just as Young Master Shen thought that he was going to rush up to the stage, Ying Qingcang said. ”That's enough. Let's go.”
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In the car, Young Master Shen sat on the driver's seat, ”I won't drive until you tell me what's going on.”
Ying Qingcang looked at him, ”I feel disgusted when I see them.”
”It's you who want to come and watch them.” Young Master Shen despised him.
”Xin Qing is not disgusting.” Ying Qingcang suddenly said.
Young Master Shen stared at him and understood.
President Ying might have realized that he liked Xin Qing, but he couldn't figure out what kind of feeling it was. So he came and use other women to test it out!
”That's good. Anyway, you have to be with her.”
Ying Qingcang nodded his head: ”I am sure that I like her body. This explains why I want so much to touch her.”
”You …” Young Master Shen looked at Ying Qingcang as if he was looking at a monster.
Then he held his forehead and stepped on the accelerator.
You would see your tears when you find out the truth.
The words came ture. In the days later, Ying Qingcang's bitter tears filled the road of chasing after his wife.
To Xin Qing, the fact that Ying Qingcang watched Eight-Nation Alliance Show was nothing more than a piece of celebrity news. And in the blink of an eye, she had forgotten it. When she arrived home, she went directly to her room to draw design drafts.
She still decided to design a ring to make Xin Yudie ashamed, and she boldly used Chinese elements. She had thought about it. It wasn't that the judges disliked ethnic style, but this style couldn't show the nobility of the jewelleries. If she could demonstrate the national meaning while making the work look grand, She believed the judges would like it.
Under the light, Xin Qing was struggling for her dream, without knowing that Ying Qingcang was secretly opening the door and peeking at her.
Originally, he rushed back for making love with Xin Qing, but when he saw she was so focused on drawing on paper with the brush, he was not willing to walk in and interrupt her.
Not only that, he suddenly thought of the words.
”A delicated woman is the most beautiful one!”
He had always disliked women, and this was probably because of his childhood experiences. Xin Qing was the first woman that he had ever contacted. Although they had no feeling with each other, they had intimate relations.
Ying Qingcang didn't know how he think of Xin Qing, but he did not deny that he cared more and more about this woman.