Chapter Ten: The World's Most Eligible Diamond Bachelor!

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A crowd of people, as if possessed, twisted and writhed feverishly in the dance floor. Even those usually reserved would be swept up by the atmosphere, succumbing to its indulgence. This place was indulgence itself.

If you're bored, just leave!

Bai Bing walked through the throng with furrowed brows, pushing aside anyone in her path, her eyes scanning ceaselessly for the fleeting figure she had glimpsed. She never doubted the man's abilities—if he wished to hide, not a soul in the city could find him.

That familiar silhouette slipped through the crowded dance floor and disappeared down a corridor. Bai Bing immediately quickened her pace and pursued. Though the bar’s lighting was dim, she was a trained professional. Upon reaching a door, she suddenly kicked it open and rushed inside.

A sharp crack.

Stunned, Bai Bing froze in her tracks at the sight within the "room." Was this... the men’s restroom?

Standing by the urinal, Wang Zheng turned his head toward the entrance, seeing Bai Bing standing there, tense and serious. Whether it was the wine or the embarrassment of being in the men’s room, her face was flushed crimson.

"Are you... here to pee too?" Wang Zheng asked, grinning, his gaze drifting from her scarlet cheeks to below her waist. He continued, unembarrassed, "Shall we go together?"

Bai Bing’s face burned, and she turned to leave, inwardly chastising herself for carelessly forgetting to check the sign outside the door.

"Wait!" Wang Zheng called.

Bai Bing paused. If it were anyone else, she might have ignored them, but this man had bested her too many times. She was flustered, uncertain what he might do and unsure how to respond, though she tried her best to appear composed.

"My zipper’s stuck—one hand can’t get it loose. Come over and take my beer," Wang Zheng said, holding his pants with one hand and thrusting a beer bottle toward her with the other.

"Put it on the floor!" Bai Bing said, striving to keep calm.

"If you want everyone in the bar to come crowd into the men’s room and watch you, go ahead and leave it! Hurry up, I’m about to burst!" Wang Zheng said impatiently, raising his voice. "If I wet my pants, you’ll have to hand-wash them, got it?"

"You...!" Bai Bing clenched her fists so tight her knuckles cracked. Her eyes blazed as if they might leap from their sockets. Her body trembled; finally, she glanced in Wang Zheng’s direction, then, turning her back, strode over, snatched the beer bottle from his hand, and quickly fled the room.

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"Don’t be shy—perhaps you were a man in your past life!"

As Bai Bing closed the bathroom door, she distinctly heard the sound of water running inside.

How humiliating! Standing outside the men’s restroom, Bai Bing’s cheeks burned as she looked at the half-full beer bottle in her hand. Who was she? How did she, someone of such high status, end up holding a beer for a man outside the men’s room? The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Suddenly, she hurled the bottle against the wall.

With a crash, the bottle shattered into countless pieces, beer splattering everywhere.

Bai Bing wiped the drops of beer from her face, leaned back against the wall to compose herself, and tried to allow the odious man inside as few chances as possible to mock her. Her brows knit; she wondered why her normally calm demeanor vanished whenever she encountered this man.

Damn him—it must be that shameless scoundrel’s fault! He could make even someone as good-natured as herself angry. No, she had to teach him a lesson.

Inside, Wang Zheng zipped up his pants, washed his hands, and tidied his three-inch-long hair. At that moment, a refined, slender foreign man, dressed in an expensive suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, emerged from one of the stalls and stood behind Wang Zheng.

He placed his left hand behind his back and his right hand over his chest, bowing slightly with a smile. "My most distinguished guest, I am honored to come to your country to serve you!"

The foreigner spoke flawless Chinese, with no trace of an accent—no hint of ‘foreignness’ in his speech or gestures, only the utmost respect for Wang Zheng.

"You always talk better than you deliver. Let’s see if you can actually get things done," Wang Zheng said, picking at his ear.

"Distinguished guest, have I ever disappointed you?" the foreigner replied, still smiling. He straightened, pulled a card from his pocket, and presented it to Wang Zheng with both hands. "This is a Jinghua Bank diamond credit card. It contains twenty million, with a maximum credit line of ten million, a forty-million insurance package. You can enjoy VIP services at over six hundred airports worldwide, priority booking at the world’s top hotels, membership at several premier private clubs, unlimited roadside assistance in over three hundred cities nationwide..."

"Enough chatter. You know I didn’t bring you all this way just for some little card," Wang Zheng interrupted brusquely, slipping the card into his jacket pocket.

"I’ve brought what you requested," the foreigner replied, unfazed by Wang Zheng’s rudeness, his attitude still deferential. He pulled a heavy cloth pouch from his pocket and handed it to Wang Zheng with a smile. "Diamonds from the Premier Mine in South Africa. As you instructed, I selected the best from your vast collection: four one-hundred-carat natural, finely cut diamonds, and fifty ten-carat stones. Your other diamonds in Africa are stored in a Swiss bank vault, while the largest stones remain with the tribe..."

"Are you planning to recite everything I own for the security cameras?"

"My most esteemed guest, I have worked for you for four years. You should trust my abilities. If I dare speak here, it means this place is utterly secure," the foreigner smiled at Wang Zheng. "I’ve invested your wealth in eight global stocks and thirteen funds. Every year..."

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"Your job is to make my money multiply. If any of it ends up buried or fails to deliver..."

"I know what to do."

"Good," Wang Zheng smiled, used a hand dryer on his damp hands, then took the pouch and slipped it into his pocket. "The baijiu here is decent—you should have a few shots."

"You know I only drink four- or five-year-old Mouton Rothschild," the foreigner replied.

"You’ll never be a real man drinking that stuff," Wang Zheng said, then strolled leisurely out of the restroom.

That damned foreigner—he spends over twenty thousand euros on a bottle of wine. How many bunches of grapes could that buy? Truly perverse!

Bai Bing was waiting outside, her patience worn thin. Standing outside the men’s restroom for so long, she’d been stared at by countless people with strange looks—utterly humiliating. She pressed her ear to the door, but heard nothing. Just as she was about to barge in again, the door opened and Wang Zheng emerged, looking thoroughly satisfied.

"Did you fall in?" Bai Bing said irritably, peering through the crack—there was no one else inside.

"When I’m at your place, how could I not linger a bit longer? Hey, where’s my beer?"

"I threw it away. I was afraid the smell inside would taint your health."

"Thanks for the concern, partner. But you’ll have to buy me another one—I’m penniless, you know!"

"All right, let’s go," she said, urging him on.