184: Chapter 184 If I were Mi Xi'er's assistant, she'd be rolling in money!

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Qin Xun laughed.

"I only got on stage to sing that song for the sake of those personal plugs."

The group laughed for a while.

Qin Xun looked at Mi Xier and asked,

"Is your sister doing well?"

Mi Xier nodded vigorously.

"I gave the money to the hospital yesterday, and treatment has already been arranged. The attending physician was very subtle."

"He said that as long as she actively cooperates with the treatment, in all probability, and if no accidents occur, she should be able to recover fully."

"But I could hear it in his voice—Yingta is going to be fine."

Qin Xun chuckled.

He knew that doctors wouldn't beat their chests and guarantee a full recovery, fearing that if it failed, the patient's family would bash their heads in.

Suddenly.

Mi Xier gave Qin Xun a deep look, then fell to her knees with a thud and kowtowed.

"Qin Xun, thank you!"

Qin Xun and the other two were startled.

He hurried to pull her up.

Xia Ning and An Ke also went over to help her up.

Mi Xier broke free from their hands.

"President Qin, I've lost count of how many times I've kowtowed since I was thirteen."

"Just let me kneel this one last time!"

She looked up, her face covered in tears.

"You told me before that you would definitely let me earn money while standing up!"

She slowly stood up, squared her shoulders, and raised her voice.

"From now on, I will earn my money standing up!"

Mi Xier glanced at Qin Xun; she opened her arms as if to hug him but didn't dare, so she turned and threw herself into Xia Ning's arms, crying bitterly.

Xia Ning felt helpless and gently patted Mi Xier's back.

A substitute is a substitute, then!

It was better than letting her hug Qin Xun!

Suddenly.

She looked at her hand patting Mi Xier's back, slightly stunned, feeling a bit helpless in her heart.

'My movements for comforting people are becoming more and more practiced.'

'Is this what Qin Xun called the maternal radiance carved into my bones?'

...

None of them had slept much last night, so they had breakfast together and then parted ways.

Qin Xun and Xia Ning went to a hotel to catch up on sleep.

An Ke was determined to be a career woman; even though it was Saturday, she planned to inspect the renovation progress of the Dudu Tea stores.

Mi Xier went to sleep at The Little Tavern.

Qin Xun, carrying his bag and pulling a suitcase, walked toward a nearby hotel with Xia Ning.

They passed by a scenic lake.

Qin Xun felt a bit tired and looked at Xia Ning, who was wearing slippers but looked completely relaxed.

"Xia Ning, can you not bring a huge suitcase every time you go on a business trip?"

"It's exhausting!"

Xia Ning turned to look at Qin Xun.

"I'm not tired!"

Qin Xun's eyes widened as he looked down at the suitcase in his hand.

"Of course you're not tired; I'm the one carrying it every single time, okay?"

Xia Ning: "..."

She was silent for a moment before saying,

"I wasn't tired when I used to carry my suitcase on business trips alone."

"Besides, this suitcase is waterproof. In case it rains, I'll still have clean clothes to wear."

Qin Xun sneered.

"Have you ever actually encountered rain?"

Xia Ning: "..."

She reached out to Qin Xun, signaling for him to give the suitcase back to her.

Qin Xun acted as if he didn't see it and continued walking forward with the suitcase.

Xia Ning looked at his back and smiled softly.

She quickened her pace to catch up and asked,

"When we were parting after breakfast, what did Mi Xier stuff into your hand?"

Qin Xun fished a small paper ball out of his pants pocket and handed it to Xia Ning.

Xia Ning squeezed it and found a hard object inside. After a moment's hesitation, she unwrapped it to find a key.

"What key is this?"

Qin Xun explained,

"The key to the storeroom at The Little Tavern."

Xia Ning asked,

"Why did she give you the storeroom key?"

Qin Xun said,

"I've been to the storeroom; there's a small partitioned bedroom inside, probably where Mi Xier rests."

Xia Ning: "..."

She gave a cold laugh.

"Is this 'inviting the tiger into the den' or 'offering herself on a silver platter'?"

"This Mi Xier really is like a dog that can't stop eating filth."

Qin Xun took the key from Xia Ning's hand, held it up to look at it, and then with a flick of his wrist, threw it forcefully into the lake.

Xia Ning watched as ripples spread across the lake's surface, circle after circle, quite beautiful to behold.

She smiled gently, reached out to snap off a willow branch that brushed her forehead, and played with it in her hand, waving it lightly.

Like an innocent child.

She looked at Qin Xun's profile.

"I read a quote online once: no man can refuse a beautiful woman who delivers herself to his door."

"Can you really bear to let it go?"

Qin Xun smiled.

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

Xia Ning hesitated for a moment.

"The lie first."

Qin Xun said calmly,

"I don't have a single thought about her. Every time I see her, my heart is as still as water, more composed than the enlightened high monks in the mountain temples of my hometown."

"I even find it a bit disgusting."

Xia Ning smiled softly.

"And your truth?"

Qin Xun sighed.

"Actually, it is quite a pity that such a beautiful woman is waiting for me and I don't even take a bite."

"But what choice do I have?"

"She isn't an easy woman."

Xia Ning frowned slightly and asked,

"And if she were an easy woman?"

Qin Xun's eyes lit up.

"Then I'd be so 'easy' I wouldn't even be human!"

"I'd freaking devour her!"

Xia Ning: "..."

She stopped in her tracks and stared at Qin Xun quietly. After a while, she smiled softly.

Forget it!

Judge by deeds, not by thoughts.

If judged by thoughts, no one is a saint!

Qin Xun was a scumbag, but at least he was an honest scumbag.

She even suspected that if Qin Xun wanted to go for a 'foot massage' after getting married in the future, he would probably be honest enough to write a formal application for it.

...

The two walked in silence for a while.

Xia Ning followed behind Qin Xun, feeling a bit unaccustomed.

Usually, Qin Xun would initiate conversation, but today he was exceptionally quiet. She wondered if he was still regretting throwing away that key.

Xia Ning felt a rare sense of awkwardness.

Speaking seemed annoying.

Not speaking seemed boring.

Xia Ning looked at Qin Xun's back, listening to the sound of the suitcase wheels against the road, and prepared to break the silence. She asked,

"Qin Xun, Mi Xier is a Suggestive streamer with over two million—almost three million—followers... Is it really that hard for her to make money?"

Qin Xun thought for a bit, then turned to look at Xia Ning and asked,

"Have you ever watched an AV?"

Xia Ning: "Ah?"

She somewhat regretted breaking the silence.

Qin Xun looked solemn.

"I asked if you've ever watched an AV?"

"If you have, it'll be easier for me to explain."

Xia Ning looked around. Seeing no one was nearby, she nodded slightly with a red face.

"Yes."

She quickly added,

"Not many."

Qin Xun suppressed a laugh and explained seriously,

"A Suggestive streamer is like an AV. People want to watch it, they love to watch it, but once they actually start, they definitely skip through it. They'll definitely drag the progress bar."

"Or they'll just switch to a different one."

"No one can watch one all the way through."

However, he saw that Xia Ning's face was quite red.

He was surprised and asked,

"You've finished one before?"

Xia Ning was silent for a long time. She stared at Qin Xun and whispered,

"Is it shameful to finish what you start?"

Qin Xun looked at Xia Ning with some admiration and continued to explain,

"The AV example just now was to tell you that their fan stickiness is very low."

"People like you are actually very, very rare—one in ten thousand."

"The followers of a Suggestive streamer don't have much direct monetization value."

Xia Ning's face grew even redder; she felt like she had been tricked.

Couldn't he have explained this without using AV as an analogy?

Qin Xun continued,

"Of course, Suggestive streamers can also monetize."

"But Mi Xier's previous assistant was probably an amateur who had no idea how to redirect traffic and monetize it."

"If it were me, Mi Xier would have struck it rich."

Xia Ning frowned slightly.

"Are you going to act as her pimp?"