78: Chapter 78 Sorry, but money really can buy anything!

Half an hour later.

The "qingyues vessel" slowly sailed into Pier V of the Jiangcheng International Yacht Club.

Ye Qingcheng had changed back into her capable attire.

A black tight-fitting quick-dry tank top, covered by that sun-protective windbreaker, with the zipper pulled only halfway up, revealing delicate collarbones and a faintly visible cleavage.

On her lower body, she wore dark gray multi-pocket cargo pants, with the cuffs tucked into her Martin boots.

Yet, that stunningly beautiful face was still tinged with a flush of pink.

"What do you want to eat?" Qin Feng walked beside her, wearing sunglasses, his hands in his pockets.

"Whatever," Ye Qingcheng said coldly. "A roadside stall is fine. Let's just finish eating and part ways."

"That won't do."

Qin Feng pointed to the end of the pier, where a uniquely designed glass building stood.

"I have a picky appetite. I'm not used to eating at roadside stalls."

Ye Qingcheng glanced at it, her brows slightly furrowed.

"That is the 'Seas Blue' three-star Michelin restaurant."

It was one of the most high-end money pits in Jiangcheng; spending a year's salary of an ordinary person on a single meal was the norm.

Although she hadn't been there, she had heard those rich second-generation heirs mention it while she was working on cases.

Qin Feng didn't stop walking, heading straight for the magnificent, golden gate.

"Sir, Madam, please come in!"

The two waiters at the door immediately put on professional smiles and welcomed them inside.

The two were led to a terrace table on the second floor.

The view here was excellent, overlooking the entire yacht marina and the sparkling river surface in the distance.

Inside the restaurant, melodious violin music flowed.

Every table was decorated with fresh flowers flown in from Ecuador, and the air was filled with the aroma of truffles and red wine.

Qin Feng chose a window seat and sat down.

He casually unbuttoned his suit jacket, his posture lazy.

But Ye Qingcheng, sitting opposite him, seemed somewhat out of place.

Although she had changed back into her capable cargo pants and quick-dry tank top, the shame and anger from being "teased" by Qin Feng on the yacht had not yet completely dissipated.

Combined with this environment, which was luxurious to the point of being ostentatious, it made her, a criminal police officer who had been struggling on the front lines for years, feel completely uncomfortable.

"The two of you, what would you like to order?"

The waiter in a tuxedo respectfully handed over the menu.

Qin Feng didn't take it, just gave Ye Qingcheng a faint glance.

"Bring one of every signature dish you have here, except for the desserts."

"As for wine, open a bottle of Romanée-Conti, the 15-year vintage."

The waiter's eyes lit up, and he bowed even lower: "Very well, sir. You truly have a discerning eye."

"Wait!"

Ye Qingcheng frowned and reached out to stop the waiter.

She glared at Qin Feng: "Are you crazy? Can two people finish all that? And that wine, one bottle costs hundreds of thousands. Are you drinking gold?"

As a public servant, she instinctively disliked such extravagance and waste.

More importantly, she didn't want to owe Qin Feng such a huge favor.

"Officer Ye."

Qin Feng crossed his hands, resting them under his chin, and looked at her with a half-smile.

"A bet is a bet."

"Besides, this meal is to celebrate that I won against you."

"Since it's a celebration, we naturally need to enjoy it to the fullest."

"You..." Ye Qingcheng was speechless, then said coldly: "Fine, it's not my money being spent anyway."

"But I'm warning you, don't think that just because you're treating me to a good meal, I'll let you off the hook. I'll still investigate everything that needs to be investigated."

Qin Feng shrugged, looking indifferent.

The waiter served the appetizers: caviar paired with tuna tartare, plated as exquisitely as a painting.

Qin Feng cut a small piece and put it into his mouth.

The taste was decent.

Ye Qingcheng, sitting opposite him, ate in a much more hearty manner.

She used her fork to stab a large piece of fish and stuffed it directly into her mouth, her cheeks bulging.

That black tight-fitting quick-dry tank top stretched tightly across her body due to her movements.

Her deep cleavage rose and fell slightly with the chewing motion.

It was full of a wild sense of beauty.

Amidst this group of socialites and noblewomen wearing evening gowns and behaving elegantly, she appeared out of place, yet extremely eye-catching.

"Eat slowly."

Qin Feng picked up his red wine glass and swirled the crimson liquid, "No one is going to snatch it from you."

"Let's leave as soon as we finish eating."

Ye Qingcheng swallowed the food and casually wiped her mouth with a napkin, "This place makes it hard to breathe."

She didn't like it here.

It was too fake; everyone was putting on airs.

Just then.

A piercing laugh broke the silence around them.

"Yo, isn't this Young Master Zhou? What wind blew you here today?"

At the restaurant entrance, the manager was all smiles, welcoming a man and a woman inside.

The man was in his early twenties, wearing a large gold chain around his neck, his hair slicked back until it shone.

The woman was heavily made up with obvious signs of plastic surgery, clinging to the man's arm as if she wanted to plaster herself onto him entirely.

Zhou Kai, a famous second-generation heir in Jiangcheng, whose family started out in construction materials, was full of nouveau riche habits.

Zhou Kai was chewing gum, his gaze scanning the restaurant unscrupulously.

Suddenly, his gaze stopped, freezing on that table by the window,

that muscular definition full of power, those cold, beautiful, and heroic facial features, and those long legs that even the cargo pants couldn't hide.

Amidst this group of cookie-cutter plastic surgery faces and socialites, she was simply a breath of fresh air.

Hot!

Zhou Kai's eyes lit up.

He pushed aside the plastic-surgery-faced woman beside him and walked straight over.

"Young Master Zhou..."

The plastic-surgery-faced woman stomped her foot, looking unwilling, but didn't dare to act out, so she could only follow in her high heels.

Qin Feng put down his wine glass, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Beauty, here alone?"

Zhou Kai walked to the table, rested one hand on the tabletop, and tossed his hair, thinking he looked cool.

He completely ignored Qin Feng, who was sitting opposite.

In his eyes, a man like Qin Feng, wearing clothes without even a visible logo, had no presence at all.

Ye Qingcheng's hand cutting the steak paused. She looked up, her gaze as cold and sharp as a knife.

"Get lost."

One word, crisp and clean, without a hint of warmth.

Zhou Kai was stunned for a moment.

Immediately, the smile on his face widened even more.

"You have personality, I like it."

He pulled out the chair next to them, sat down with a thud, and crossed his legs.

"Beauty, don't be so cold."

"I'm Zhou Kai. Have you heard of Kaixuan Construction Materials? That's my family's business."

"I'll pay for this meal. How about I take you somewhere fun later? I guarantee it's more exciting than here."

As he spoke, his beady eyes lecherously darted over the patch of snow-white skin on Ye Qingcheng's chest.

If not for her status, and if not for the fact that she was suspended and reflecting,

this guy's head would already have been shoved into a plate.

"I'll say it one more time."

Ye Qingcheng suppressed the anger in her heart, "Get lost."

The smile on Zhou Kai's face couldn't hold. In Jiangcheng, there weren't many women who dared to disrespect him like this.

"So you don't want to give me face, huh?"

Zhou Kai sneered and slapped the table.

"Dressed like that, what are you pretending to be aloof for?"

"Coming out to play, isn't it just for the money?"

He took out a card and slapped it on the table with a thud.

"Accompany me tonight, and the 100,000 in this card is yours."

The surrounding diners turned their heads one after another, showing expressions of watching a show.

Ye Qingcheng was so angry she laughed. Just as she was about to explode,

a slender hand reached over, and two fingers pinched that card.

"100,000?"

Qin Feng looked at the card, the corners of his mouth curling into a playful arc.

"Young Master Zhou, right?"

"Using this little bit of money to insult people."

"Didn't your elders teach you that when you're out and about, you need to be polite?"

Only then did Zhou Kai turn his head and look at Qin Feng properly.

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

He looked Qin Feng up and down and sneered.

"A gigolo?"

"Dressed up like a human, is your whole outfit worth even 2,000?"

"What, is this the sucker you hooked?"

Zhou Kai pointed at Qin Feng and mocked Ye Qingcheng, "Your taste is terrible. Can a poor loser like this catch your eye?"

Before Ye Qingcheng could speak, Qin Feng's wrist flicked violently!

"Swish!"

The card turned into a streak of light and flew out.

"Snap!"

It hit Zhou Kai's face with extreme precision. The sharp corner of the card left a red mark on his face.

"Ah!"

Zhou Kai clutched his face and screamed.

"You f***ing dare hit me?!"

Zhou Kai was furious, stood up abruptly, grabbed the red wine bottle on the table, and was about to smash it.

"Security! Where the hell is security?!"

"Kill him for me!"

The restaurant manager rushed over with a few security guards.

"Young Master Zhou! Calm down! Calm down!"

The manager hurriedly stopped Zhou Kai, his face full of sycophancy, "Don't dirty your hands."

He turned his head to look at Qin Feng and Ye Qingcheng, his expression turning cold instantly.

"The two of you, please leave."

"We don't welcome troublemakers here."

Ye Qingcheng slammed her dinner knife onto the table, making a crisp "clang" sound.

"He was the one who harassed me first."

Ye Qingcheng pointed at Zhou Kai, "Are you blind?"

The manager looked at the red mark on Zhou Kai's face, then looked at the plainly dressed Ye Qingcheng and Qin Feng.

One was a diamond member who spent millions every year.

The other was a new face.

Who to choose was obvious.

"Madam, please watch your language."

The manager straightened his bowtie and said in an arrogant tone, "Young Master Zhou is our valued member. If you don't leave, I will call the police."

"Call the police?"

Ye Qingcheng laughed in anger. In all her life, she had never seen someone like this, a thief shouting "stop thief."

She instinctively reached for her waist, but she was currently suspended and reflecting, so she didn't find her badge.

A warm, large hand pressed down on the back of her hand.

Qin Feng pulled out a few tissues and wiped his hands in a leisurely manner.

"Since this is a place for eating, let's solve it using the rules of eating."

He looked up at the snobbish manager.

"You're the manager?"

"Yes." The manager held his head high, "What about it?"

"Who owns this place?"

"Of course, it belongs to President Liu." The manager said impatiently, "Why are you asking this? Get out now!"

"Call him."

Qin Feng leaned back in his chair, his expression calm.

"Tell him."

"I've bought this place."