TL: Zhao

　　Editing: Krisaia

　　Chen Quan silently ate his fried rice that he somehow was able to order at a French restaurant. Only someone who loved the "old times" like Chen Quan could bear to do such a borderline outlandish thing.

　　"Sir, I've been meaning to return your card before, but couldn't find you in your room…" A waiter approached Li Yiming and said politely.

　　"Oh, thank you. You've done the transfer?" Li Yiming put down his utensils, wiped his mouth and picked up the bank card from the plate the waiter presented to him.

　　"Yes, sir. Here's the receipt." The waiter pointed at a small paper slip on his plate.

　　Li Yiming picked up the paper slip and glanced at it. 'It's all in English? At least I recognize the numbers…'

　　"I've kept your room number confidential from the lady in order to protect your privacy. However, I did take note of hers…" The waiter continued on.

　　"Thank you very much." Li Yiming put the receipt down on the table, slid the bank card back into his pocket and picked up his utensils once more.

　　"Sir…" The waiter was perplexed. He could not understand why Li Yiming decided to spend the money. The only reasonable explanation now was that it was a desperate attempt to get Fang Shui'er attention.

　　"Oh, sorry, I forgot." Li Yiming noticed that the waiter had no intention of leaving and put down a hundred yuan bill on the waiter's plate.

　　"Oh, no, that's not what I meant. Sorry for interrupting for your meal. Please enjoy." The waiter promptly put the bill back onto the table. He had been a silent observer of the events that unfolded near the pool. Although he held some contempt for the models who were blatantly selling their bodies in the lookout for a shortcut to wealth, he still respected Li Yiming greatly for standing out for the weak and vulnerable, especially after hearing about the "incident" with Mrs. Qiang.

　　Li Yiming frowned as he trailed the waiter with his eyes and resumed on finis.h.i.+ng his plate. 'Not bad, this steak… but that foie gras… it tastes like saltless tofu.'

　　"So… you have an affair with Fang Shui'er?" For the first time, it seemed like Chen Quan could not resist the urge of gossiping.

　　"What do you mean?" Li Yiming swirled the red wine in his cup, just like the people did in the movies.

　　"I've heard about what happened at the swimming pool. And… she's looking at you now." Chen Quan sipped the rice liquor bottle he ordered, which was a cheap brand sold for a rather hefty price on the s.h.i.+p.

　　"Oh?" Li Yiming turned around. He found Fang Shui'er sitting alone at a table nearby. She raised her cup of wine in his direction.

　　Li Yiming reciprocated the salutation.

　　"I've met her… a few times before." Li Yiming turned back toward Chen Quan, who winked at him. Li Yiming brought his hand to his forehead, pretending to ma.s.sage his brows, and peeked between his fingers at the surveillance camera attached to the roof.

　　'Yiming, the s.h.i.+p is picking up speed.' Li Yiming was about to finish his steak when Bai Ze suddenly interjected.

　　'Picking up speed?'

　　'Yes, it's more than double the speed of what it was in the afternoon.'

　　"It seems the auction's about to start…" Li Yiming put down his knife and fork and emptied his cup. He then slowly rotated the gla.s.s until it projected a reflection of Fang Shui'er in all of her radiant beauty.