Shi Yan was about to put away his phone when he received another text from Qin Shu, and he opened it. How would he know if Lord Fu had never told anyone?

  [Shi Yan: I’m not sure. Lord Fu only said that he was getting it, but he didn’t say what it is for.]

  She knew her doubt could only be answered by Fu Tingyu when she read the text. A pure, purple diamond from Xijin? She wondered.

  Qin Shu pondered and then remembered that there had been an arms dealer in Xijin who had obtained a 30-carat pure, purple diamond in her past life—one of the biggest diamonds in ten years. A kingpin like that did not lack money, and they were ruthless and fearless. It was not worth the money if Fu Tingyu had wanted to buy it.

  Xijin was a relatively remote country. There was no law and order, and it was chaotic. Whoever had power would be in charge. His safety was what Qin Shu was concerned about, and she had been agitated at first. Knowing he might be risking his life for a mere diamond, it felt unreal, and cold sweat started breaking out of her.

  Qin Shu could not sit still anymore, and she raised her eyes to look at Ye Luo, who was standing not far away. Boss, who had been lying by her side, had moved towards Ye Luo. It had poise like a noble as it tilted its head, looking proud and exquisite as if it was taunting Ye Luo in pride. It had its two paws supporting his weight on the ground. Boss was trying to exert dominance because Qin Shu was here.

  Ye Luo had shifted his focus onto Boss. His expressionless face was immobile as if staring into the void.

  This scene was hilarious to look at, and Qin Shu held her laughter back before she got to her feet and marched towards Ye Luo. Boss had emerald eyes, and it was looking right at Qin Shu when she approached. It let out a long meow.

  Qin Shu had looked at Boss, then Ye Luo. “I would like to go to Xijin.” Her tone was unnegotiable and determined.

  Ye Luo’s face was vacant, “No.”


  She had expected this answer. Qin Shu continued, “Here’s a deal. If you lose, you’ll let me go. If I lose, I’ll stay in Bright Garden. What do you think?”


  Ye Luo’s interest sparked, “What’s the bet?”


  Qin Shu seemed weak in the eyes of Ye Luo. No matter what it is, she will lose.

  Qin Shu said, “Let’s have a shooting match.”


  Ye Luo nodded, “Okay.”


  Qin Shu added, “A gentlemen’s word is his bond. You’re not allowed to back out.”


  Though Ye Luo had always kept his promises, it was safer to mention it again. Just in case he tricked her.

  “If I go back on my word, I do not deserve to stay in the Ye family.”


  Ye Luo had so much confidence. For him, handling firearms was a piece of cake, and he had always been good at this sport. Fu Tingyu had established the Ye family, and anyone who joined had willingly changed their surnames to Ye. Ye Luo had meant that with his heart when he made that promise.

  There was a hint of a smile twitching on Qin Shu’s cheek. She waved at Ning Meng, and Ning Meng quickly approached her.

  “Madam, what can I do for you?”


  Qin Shu whispered into her ear.

  “I’ll be right back.”


  Ning Meng turned around and jogged out.

  Ye Luo saw Ning Meng leave, then his gaze returned to Qin Shu, wondering what she was going to do. Were they not having their match in the backyard?

  Looking at Ye Luo’s puzzled face, Qin Shu did not care to explain. Instead, she leaned down, picked up Boss, and retreated to the sofa. As she brushed Boss’ fur, she waited patiently for Ning Meng to return. Nestled on Qin Shu’s leg, Boss seemed to be enjoying itself as it squinted its eyes.

  While Ye Luo waited, he had taken his gun out. He glanced at Qin Shu, wondering if she had ever held a gun before.

  Ten minutes had passed, and Ning Meng had returned with four men. They were carrying two large fish tanks into the living room.

  Ning Meng showed them where to put it, “Just leave them here.”


  The four men followed her orders, then they left. Pointing at the fish tanks, Ning Meng inquired, “Madam, would this suffice?”


  Ye Luo shifted his focus on the two fish tanks. They were about a meter deep, water-filled. There were small, round balls at the bottom of the fish tank about the same size as glutinous rice balls.

  When they had brought the fish tank in, Qin Shu knew this was what she wanted.

  “Well done. It’s close to what I’ve described.”


  Ning Meng was feeling smug as she got praised.

  Qin Shu gently put Boss on the sofa, stood up, and walked towards the fish tank. She looked at Ye Luo. “The ones in the fish tanks are glutinous rice balls. There are five in each tank. Whoever hits the most wins.”


  Ye Luo had a rough idea of what Qin Shu meant. He walked over and asked, “Who goes first?”


  Qin Shu replied, “After you.”


  Ye Luo was ready. He had already loaded his gun with bullets. He cocked his gun as he aimed at the rice balls in the tank, and he fired. Because of the silencer, there was no other sound except the bullet hitting the water. As the bullet pierced the water, its speed had decreased due to resistance.

  Ye Luo, who thought it was an accurate shot, watched as the bullet missed the rice balls and hit the steel plate at the bottom of the fish tank. He let out a muffled groan. The layer had prevented the glass from breaking.

  There was bewilderment within Ye Luo’s eyes. He could not believe it, and he held his gun up again. This time, he was sure he had taken a good aim and fired his shot. Yet, the bullet had missed the second time. Ye Luo was stunned.

  Qin Shu seemed to be enjoying this as she watched him miss. The unbelievable look he had was amusing. She gave him a warm reminder, “You have three more chances.”


  Ye Luo stared at Qin Shu without a word. He held up his gun as he thought for a second. When he aimed, he deviated intentionally, and he pulled the trigger.

  This time, the bullet deviated further from the rice balls. Ye Luo tried to fire again. He had missed four. On his fifth and last shot, he finally hit one. The rice balls had been frozen and just taken out from the fridge, and as the bullet hit, it broke into pieces.

  After that, Qin Shu reached out her hand, “It’s my turn.”


  Ye Luo turned to Qin Shu and handed the gun to her. He did not believe she would hit any.

  Qin Shu took the gun, and she examined it. It was a pocket pistol, finished in black. Being a palm-sized firearm, it fit her perfectly.

  She had guessed what was on Ye Luo’s mind as she cocked the gun. She had her head turned to look at Ye Luo.