Chapter 251: This is My Girlfriend
From the hem of the skirt and the glimpse of her heel, it was clear—it was a woman.
Her ankles were delicate, her skin smooth and fair—a young woman.
Not bad.
A faint smile appeared on Qin Yumo’s face.
Before long, Yun Shifei finished playing the piece.
The crowd began murmuring amongst themselves, and the atmosphere slowly became less tense than before.
Letting out a sigh of relief, she prepared to leave the stage from the back, making way for her senior to perform.
"You brat! What nonsense are you spouting? Are you trying to send me to an early grave?" At this moment, a middle-aged man approached Qin Yumo, glaring at him angrily.
In a setting with so many elders present, this boy still dared to act recklessly.
Qin Yumo chuckled lightly. "Dad, I’ve found the one I love. That’s why I turned down Wen Lin."
"With those chaotic girlfriends of yours, dreaming of stepping into the Qin Family? Let me tell you—over my dead body!" Qin Guangtao huffed, his whiskers practically bristling in indignation.
He felt that Qin Yumo was deliberately embarrassing him.
This banquet, painstakingly organized and bringing together so many busy persons, had been disrupted by none other than his son.
Who knew what Old Wen would think of him now?
"They’re not chaotic at all!" Qin Yumo insisted, correcting Qin Guangtao.
Then, striding confidently toward the stage, he stopped at the piano and pulled Yun Shifei to her feet. "This is my girlfriend! Look—she even got jealous today and came here specifically to play ’Dream Wedding’ for me."
Yun Shifei was utterly stunned as Qin Yumo dragged her up.
All at once, the audience’s gaze locked onto them, and the murmuring grew louder.
Yun Shifei found herself inexplicably pulled by this man, who even had his arm draped around her shoulder.
Her first instinct was to struggle, but his strength was overwhelming—she couldn’t break free.
What’s wrong with this man?
Qin Yumo’s words caught Qin Guangtao off guard. Then, utterly infuriated, he burst into laughter. "This piece was arranged by me! What nonsense are you spouting?"
"Oh, really? What a coincidence," Qin Yumo retorted with ease, his lies rolling off his tongue as naturally as breathing. "That must mean we’re truly destined, don’t you think?"
Saying this, he lowered his gaze to meet Yun Shifei’s.
Yun Shifei was already glaring at him, her face full of anger and embarrassment.
Their eyes met, and for a moment, Qin Yumo froze.
He had assumed she was just an average-looking girl at best. But how could she merely be "okay" when she looked this stunning?
Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders like a cloud, exuding an air of classic elegance.
Her face was small, delicate enough to fit in one hand, her skin fair, her nose charmingly high-bridged, and her eyes large and luminous, like a doe’s. Even now, as fury burned in her gaze, Qin Yumo felt no fear—only an intense, instinctual desire to conquer her.
His line of sight shifted downward to her rosy lips, so enticing, so tempting that he couldn’t resist the urge to have a taste.
Being a man who acted on his impulses, Qin Yumo instinctively leaned closer, about to kiss her.
Yun Shifei immediately raised her hand, covering his lips, and stomped down hard on his foot—despite her high heels.
The sharp pain made Qin Yumo grunt, releasing her as he bent over in agony.
"I know you’re angry about my engagement with another woman, but that was my father’s idea. It had nothing to do with me. Please don’t be upset anymore, alright?" He adapted quickly, smoothing things over.
As he spoke, he leaned closer to Yun Shifei again, whispering so only she could hear: "A thousand yuan. Help me put on a little act."
He hadn’t truly planned to kiss her—not at all. No, kissing her wasn’t part of the plan. It was as if he were under a spell, acting on impulse. That was all.
A thousand yuan? Yun Shifei sneered. "Not even for ten thousand!"
Sure, earning a hundred yuan had made her happy once, but that didn’t mean she’d be pleased by a thousand this time.
Only money earned through honesty and hard work could bring her joy.
The mere thought infuriated her. If she hadn’t reacted fast enough, her first kiss would’ve been stolen!
And yet, to stop him earlier, her hand had touched his lips. How repulsive to think about!
Immediately, Yun Shifei pulled out a tissue from her pocket and wiped her hand.
Qin Yumo hadn’t expected this girl to be so stubborn. She wouldn’t even take ten thousand yuan to play along? Really?
All she had to do was nod and pretend to be his girlfriend—how hard was that?
Seeing Yun Shifei still wiping her hand, Qin Yumo’s face darkened completely.
He had barely touched her hand, and here she was, scrubbing it clean as if he carried some sort of disease.
All those women he’d kissed before had been delighted, utterly over the moon.
In twenty-four years of life, this was the first time something like this had happened to him. Chest heaving with frustration, Qin Yumo couldn’t believe how badly everything was going tonight.
Then, as if things couldn’t get worse, Yun Shifei approached the host and snatched the microphone.
Facing the entire hall, she spoke slowly and clearly: "I don’t know this man. I just came to play the piano, and he humiliated me, trying to ruin my reputation. He even offered me a thousand yuan to perform in his little charade. I came here solely to play music, not to be publicly insulted!"
By the end, her voice was trembling with a sob, as though the sky had fallen on her. Her eyes had turned red and teary.
A beautiful woman, even in distress, naturally evoked pity and protective instincts in others.
Everyone already knew this kind of behavior was typical of Qin Yumo—the Qin Family’s young master, who always acted brashly and thought everything could be solved with money.
This time, he’d hit a wall.
The girl had integrity; she wouldn’t even look at his thousand yuan.
Wen Lin, who had been fuming before, now clapped her hands and laughed. "Oh, I’m curious to see how Qin Yumo plans to clean this up."
She watched the drama unfold with a gleeful smirk.
"Stop spewing nonsense!" Qin Yumo snapped in fury. No woman had ever publicly called him out like this before.
He stepped forward, grabbing Yun Shifei’s microphone, intent on taking it back.
In his eyes, Yun Shifei was just a greedy woman furious that a thousand yuan was too meager—an obvious ploy to angle for ten thousand instead.
He looked at her with a trace of contempt. This girl didn’t know her place. Didn’t she understand that offending Qin Yumo meant making it impossible to get by in Beijing?
Yun Shifei instinctively backed away, successfully evading him.
"Qin Yumo!" Qin Guangtao, no longer able to tolerate his son’s antics, stormed onto the stage. Shooting Yun Shifei an apologetic glance, he said, "Young lady, my son was out of line, and I apologize on his behalf."
From her expression, he could see she genuinely didn’t know Qin Yumo.
This little rascal had dragged a complete stranger into his mess just to avoid an unwanted engagement.
Once they were home, Qin Guangtao would make sure to teach him a lesson.
Yun Shifei cast a glance at Qin Yumo, whose arrogance hadn’t waned in the slightest.
She said, "Sir, I don’t need your apology. I want his apology."