Chapter 1758

Ximen Wudi nearly spat blood, then said: "You're not a martial artist too, are you?"

"My profession is an agent." Rose stood up: "I'm full."

Ximen Wudi also stood up: "Come, take me for a walk around your capital."

Here, he grinned, revealing white, even teeth: "After all, you're my savior—I haven't repaid you yet."

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3924

The 3924th—you're my savior?

You're my savior.

As Ximen Wudi said this, his gaze was open and earnest.

Rose looked deeply at Ximen Wudi: "Are you truly foolish, or just pretending?"

This bastard—could he really not understand what his earlier gaze meant?

"I think you're quite smart," Ximen Wudi chuckled, offering no explanation.

Rose sighed: "I truly don't understand why you have such immense charm."

"Well, maybe it's because I'm handsome," Ximen Wudi said shamelessly.

This guy's mouth was so irritating it made Rose's teeth ache; she glanced around: "If we stay here any longer, the paparazzi will tail us."

"So what? We're already friends," Ximen Wudi said carefree: "Let me buy you coffee."

He grabbed a napkin, wiped the table clean, and motioned for Rose to sit.

"We can never be friends—only mutual appreciation, right?" Rose said: "Besides, who would dare be friends with a playboy like you?"

"My playboy image is fabricated, exaggerated by others," Ximen Wudi waved his hand: "I'm a loyal man."

"I know you're a loyal man, but I have no intention of becoming your lover," Rose said with clear disdain: "You're not worthy."

"Hey, we just met—why do you look down on me?" Ximen Wudi grumbled: "Besides, that phrase was meant for me."

Rose smiled brightly, her grin dazzling enough to blind: "You're not just unworthy—you're a pervert."

"Hey, that's heartless! Last night I fought my ass off helping you—doesn't that deserve your gratitude and appreciation?"

At that moment, a man approached their table: "Hey, brother, lend me five bucks—I'll pay you back when you settle the bill."

He looked frail, no taller than one meter seventy.

Rose glanced at his frame and sneered: "So this is the legendary thief?"

Thief?

At those words, Ximen Wudi's eyes narrowed instantly—a dangerous aura rose from them!

"No, no, buddy, misunderstanding, misunderstanding!" The thief waved his hands frantically, face flushed: "I've done nothing against my conscience—I'm just short on cash right now, but I'll earn it soon and repay you both!"

"Oh?"

Ximen Wudi raised an eyebrow: "How do you plan to earn it?"

This guy was bored enough to start gossiping.

"Uh, this…," the thief scratched his head: "I'm an illegal immigrant."

Illegal immigrant!

Upon hearing this, Ximen Wudi suddenly grew excited!

He'd finally caught a news story!

Seeing this, Rose covered her forehead: "I no longer want to tell you which trait of yours is so dominant that everyone assumes I like strong men."

Ximen Wudi laughed loudly, slapped Rose's shoulder with his right hand: "Beauty, you have such exquisite taste—I, such an outstanding man, was chosen by you? I'm truly honored."

His words were absurdly boastful, yet they filled Rose with deep warmth and security.

"I hope we can always maintain this pleasant chat," Rose smiled faintly.

"Of course," Ximen Wudi said: "Today, let's treat it as our second date, how about that?"

"Sure," Rose replied playfully: "But I'm afraid you can't afford the bill."

"No problem."

The two left the restaurant and walked toward the nearby neighborhood.

"Where do you like to go? Maybe I know a few places with good reputations," Rose asked.

"No—we find a quiet place to sit and talk, and I'll tell my wife about how you saved my life," Ximen Wudi said.

"Wife?"

At those words, Rose froze: "You're already married?"

"Right," Ximen Wudi said proudly: "My wife is incredible—though she hasn't married me yet, she will eventually become my wife."

This guy's skin was thicker than anyone could imagine.

"What does your wife do for work?" Rose asked.

She seemed innocent, even unaware of the implication.

"My wife is a singer—she sings beautifully," Ximen Wudi smiled: "You'll love her."

Rose's eyes flickered: "Yes, I like singers, and I like actors too."

Ximen Wudi said: "Then let's go see a movie first—there are a few new releases out, and the reviews are decent."

"Alright," Rose smiled.

Ximen Wudi's eye for detail was sharp—he knew the film industry's secrets inside out; otherwise, he could never have single-handedly built the Sun Temple into what it is today.

"Would you like to come with me to see a movie? The two of us together." Ruth looked toward Ximen Wudi.

Her gaze was like a river of stars, seemingly brimming with boundless tenderness, as if it could draw a person in and leave them unable to look away.

This pretty Miss's looks actually fit the standard of an Eastern girl quite well, especially in that black dress she wore, which made her look all the more Duanzhuang.

"Of course, no problem, what's there to refuse?" Ximen Wudi laughed brightly, and proactively stretched out his arm to wrap around Ruth's slender waist.

"This is Seoul, you should watch yourself." Ruth struggled lightly, but couldn't break free; instead, Ximen Wudi held her even tighter, so her pretty face flushed red, and she couldn't help but complain: "This is the capital's street, after all."

"So what?" Ximen Wudi grinned: "Anyway, no matter where we are, if I want to hug, I hug — no one can stop me."

This fellow really was a bit too arrogant.

"Fine then." Ruth didn't get angry either, only her face turned a little redder.

"You're really quite pretty." Ximen Wudi said: "Far better than all my ex-girlfriends from before."

"Is that so?" Ruth's smile was like a flower in bloom: "Then your ex-girlfriends from before — weren't they pretty miserable?"

"Miserable by more than one or two times over." Ximen Wudi said: "Every one of them I dated, there's a story between us; I think I probably won't forget them for the rest of my life."

"I'm really looking forward to hearing it, to see if you were a scumbag in the past." Ruth said with a teasing smile — she didn't think Ximen Wudi would lie about something like this.

"I am pretty scummy, but I'm not a scumbag — I pity them." Ximen Wudi said: "I'm not your run-of-the-mill scummy."

"I don't believe it." Ruth said.

"Sigh, I'll turn over a new leaf in the future." Ximen Wudi wore an expression of painful resolve, then shook his head and said: "Too bad there's no chance now."

His expression was a little sorrowful — it really did seem, just as Ruth had said — that he must have let down some girl in the past.

Ruth sighed softly and didn't say anything more, because… she saw a young woman with a slender figure walking over.

Mm, the curves of that figure could be called devilish, full of temptation.

Beside her was also a handsome man in a white shirt and black dress pants, arm in arm.

This handsome man had short, choppy Jin Huang hair, a high nose bridge, and blue pupils like a deep night sky — one look and anyone would be intoxicated.

The moment Ruth laid eyes on this man, she instinctively felt a touch of amazement.

She wasn't a looks-obsessed person, but this man's looks were enough to instantly outshine the vast majority of Eastern women.

He was a mixed-blood.

"Hello." Ximen Wudi greeted the man: "My name is Apollo."