Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Famous Model with Beautiful Legs

Every time one laid eyes on Li Qingcheng, there was always a sense of breathtaking astonishment.

She wore a minimalist, tailored vest dress in the style of a suit, nipped at the waist and cut as a mini. The V-shaped neckline plunged well below her chest. She had no bra beneath—she was completely bare, her breasts restrained only by silicone nipple covers to keep them from moving too wildly.

Her feet were clad in flat, strappy, fashion-forward boat shoes, and a black patent leather handbag hung from her shoulder. Atop her head was perched, at a rakish angle, a refined, striped beret—making her look like an office lady who’d decided to don a trendy flight attendant’s cap.

This eclectic mix of styles did not seem odd in the slightest; on the contrary, it looked perfectly harmonious, as if this was the only way such an ensemble should be worn.

Both she and Lin Huanxi were unparalleled beauties, each one in ten thousand, but their temperaments could not have been more different. Lin Huanxi’s attire tended toward the classic—never old-fashioned, but never avant-garde.

Li Qingcheng, however, was always on the cutting edge of fashion. Take today’s outfit, for example; it was likely there were few teachers at the school who would dare to wear something like this.

And as for going braless? The impact on the students must have been enormous. Qin Luo silently prayed for those boys at the peak of their hormonal surges—they must live in a state of constant torment.

Anyone who saw this woman could not help but associate her with one thing: a bed.

When Qin Luo approached, Li Qingcheng strode quickly up to him, wrapped her arm around his, then gave him a sharp pinch and scolded, “You heartless Qin Luo! Do you have any idea how many people have begged for my number and I haven’t given it, but you managed to lose it? Am I that unlikable? Not even worth a spot in your phone contacts?”

“I swear, it wasn’t intentional. I didn’t think about it at the time, and afterwards I just forgot,” Qin Luo explained with a pained expression. He tried to pull his arm free, but she only squeezed him closer.

“Oh, so you didn’t think of it at the time, and then you forgot about it? That proves I really am insignificant to you. You hurt me and now you just want to walk away without a care?” Li Qingcheng raised her shapely eyebrows in accusation.

“But you have my number, don’t you?” Qin Luo muttered defensively.

“Of course I have your number. If I didn’t, what would I do if you ran off?”

“That’s… I’m not that kind of person.” Qin Luo glanced down at her exposed knee and calf. “It seems everything’s fine now.”

Indeed, there was no trace left of the scrape from before. Her skin was fair and rosy, with a faint sheen. He had every confidence in the efficacy of his medicine.

“What are you staring at? If you’re not careful, I’ll gouge your eyes out! How dare you ogle me in public?” Li Qingcheng rapped him on the head.

Qin Luo turned and, sure enough, saw that many people around were looking at him as if he were some kind of pervert.

His face flushed crimson, and just as he was about to explain, Li Qingcheng leaned in and whispered in his ear, “If you want a good look, follow me somewhere. I’ll let you look all you want.”

“…Where?” Qin Luo, weak-willed, succumbed to the temptation.

“Just come with me.”

“But I—”

“I’ve checked. You only have two classes this morning,” she interrupted.

“I—”

“No more excuses! Have you forgotten what you promised me? You knocked me over and we had an intimate encounter, but I let it slide. And now you want to bargain with me? Am I so worthless to you?”

“It’s not that, I just…” He decided better than to mention Lin Huanxi in front of her.

He could tell these two women weren’t particularly fond of each other.

Li Qingcheng didn’t drive herself; instead, she hailed a taxi at the school gate. Dragging Qin Luo into the car, she instructed the driver, “Xinhua Road. Qingcheng International.”

The driver eyed Li Qingcheng’s lethal blend of indolence and sensuality greedily in the rearview mirror, then started the engine.

“So where are we going, and what are we going to do?” Qin Luo asked.

“You like looking at women’s legs, don’t you? I’m taking you somewhere you can look to your heart’s content,” Li Qingcheng replied with a mischievous laugh.

The driver’s hand shook, and he nearly rear-ended the car in front.

“I like looking at women’s legs too. Take me with you, let me feast my eyes,” the driver groaned inwardly.

“…Don’t you have your own car?” Qin Luo quickly changed the subject.

“I do, but I don’t like driving. Don’t you know how terrible the traffic in Yanjing is? Taking a taxi is much better. If we get stuck in traffic, I can just lie down in the back and take a nap. Beautiful women are made by sleep, you know,” Li Qingcheng said with a grin. “And not just by sleeping with men—sleeping alone, too.”

Qin Luo simply shut his mouth. He realized that whatever he said, this woman would twist it into something he couldn’t possibly respond to.

“Ha, cat got your tongue? Afraid I’ll eat you up?”

“No.”

“Well, maybe I really will eat you.”

Qin Luo’s silence only made Li Qingcheng find him more adorable, and she couldn’t help but tease him mercilessly all the way. The driver’s nerves were so frazzled by their banter that he nearly drove into the guardrail several times.

When they finally arrived, Qin Luo breathed a sigh of relief; the driver was drenched in sweat. After Li Qingcheng paid the fare, the driver sped off without a backward glance. For the sake of his own safety and his family’s happiness, he decided to put her on his blacklist.

This woman was terrifying!

Qingcheng International—its full name was Qingcheng International Beauty Chain.

From the name, it was clear this was one of Li Qingcheng’s side businesses.

“Is this your shop?” Qin Luo asked, pointing at the sign.

“Of course. Why else would it be called Qingcheng?” she replied with a smile.

“But you’re a teacher, aren’t you?”

“Who says teachers can’t have side jobs?” She looked at Qin Luo as though he were a country bumpkin and explained, “These days, how many teachers at medical colleges don’t also practice in hospitals or clinics? How many art teachers don’t have their own studios? How many architecture instructors don’t take on projects? What’s so strange about me running a beauty salon? It’s perfectly in line with my field. Besides, I’m a professional image consultant and certified nutritionist.”

“So why did you bring me here?” Qin Luo asked.

“To look at women’s legs, of course.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

Qin Luo realized he simply couldn’t communicate with this woman.

“Come on, let’s go in. It’s like a women’s kingdom in here. You’re the only man allowed inside,” Li Qingcheng said, linking her arm with his as they entered.

“Good morning, Director Li.”

“Good morning, Director Li.”

“Director Li…”

Sure enough, wherever Li Qingcheng went, the staff greeted her with utmost respect. She evidently commanded great authority here.

Li Qingcheng nodded in return, but kept leading Qin Luo deeper inside.

The building was vast—a veritable labyrinth.

On the second floor, they began to hear laughter and chatter, the lively voices of women.

A group of elegantly dressed women were sitting on sofas, talking. Some were extraordinarily beautiful, others a bit less so, but all carried themselves with poise and distinction. It was clear they all came from privileged backgrounds—none of them lacked for money or comfort.

When they saw Li Qingcheng and Qin Luo enter, they greeted them with smiles.

“Our great beauty Li is here!”

“Oh ho, and she’s brought a handsome young man today. What’s this? A new conquest?”

“My, my, look how you’ve flustered the poor boy. Come here, sweetheart, sit by me. I’ll take good care of you.”

“Li, darling, switching tastes? Going for fresh young grass now?”

Li Qingcheng laughed and scolded, “You bunch of gossips, your tongues are sharper than ever! Always picking on others. We’re just friends—nothing more. I’d gladly get closer, but he’s not interested. I brought him here especially to admire Sixuan’s legs.”

“Ha, Sixuan, he’s here for your legs. Go on, stand up and show him.”

“That’s right. The title of Taiwan’s Top Leg Model is no joke. Show us what you’ve got.”

“Little brother, my legs aren’t half bad either.”

Surrounded by so many gorgeous women teasing him one after another, Qin Luo wished he could sink into the floor. Their eyes were bold and brazen, like a pack of female wolves, making him desperate to find a hole to hide in.

“Hello, I’m Sixuan. I’ve heard about you from Li. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” A woman sitting in the corner of the sofa stood up and extended her hand to Qin Luo.

Her sudden movement startled him, and he instinctively stepped back two paces.

It wasn’t because she was unattractive—on the contrary, she was simply too tall.

She stood at 176 centimeters, with legs alone measuring 113 centimeters—her upper and lower body ratio was an astonishing 64%. She wore shiny silver flat-heeled shoes, and standing before Qin Luo, she was a head taller than him.

“Hello, it’s an honor to meet you too,” Qin Luo said, shaking hands with Chen Sixuan. He still had no idea what he was doing here.

“Take a good look at her legs. Are they beautiful?” Li Qingcheng nudged him.

Qin Luo did as he was told, nodded, and replied, “They’re beautiful.”

The room erupted with laughter.

“Li, where did you find such an adorable little brother? Lend him to me for a couple of days, won’t you?”

“No way. If I let you take him, you’d eat him alive,” Li Qingcheng shot back with a laugh.

Then she turned to Qin Luo. “Didn’t you notice any flaws?”

“Flaws?” Qin Luo looked carefully and spotted a faint, long scar on her calf—hard to see unless you looked closely.

“You saw it?” Li Qingcheng asked.

“Yes,” Qin Luo nodded.

“Sixuan is my dearest friend. You must have a way to help her, right?” Li Qingcheng gazed at him with alluring eyes.

“That… shouldn’t be a problem. But please don’t look at me like that, you’re making me nervous.” Sweat beaded on Qin Luo’s forehead.

Too many women spelled trouble. He’d never dealt with so many at once.