The Alpha Boss's Endless Kisses

Reasons for Not Divorcing (2)

Lu Weixi rubbed her eyes, wondering if she’d misread the screen. But the notification clearly stated: "50,000 yuan deposited."

Why only 50,000? It should be 100,000, right?

She strode to the end of the hallway and dialed Qin Zhiyou. A robotic voice answered: "The user you are calling is currently on another line. Please try again later."

It was working hours, so he was likely busy. She paused to send a WeChat message, but he ignored it. Subsequent calls yielded the same busy signal.

Frowning, she called Secretary Wang instead. He picked up after a few rings, voice overly polite: "Madam."

"Is Zhiyou with you?" she asked urgently. The hospital needed payment in two days—no money meant reduced medication.

"Uh… no."

His awkward hesitation gave him away, but he quickly recovered. "CEO Qin instructed that regarding living expenses, he clarified things during your last meeting. The monthly base is 50,000 yuan, with extra payments based on… sessions. Since he didn’t return this month, there’s no additional fee."

Lu Weixi felt her blood boil. Qin Zhiyou was calculating every cent, giving her no leeway. Worse, discussing bedroom matters with his secretary was humiliating.

She swallowed, pressing on. "Will he come home tonight? He just returned from abroad—he must be tired."

If he refused free money, she’d earn it herself. If he came back, he’d have to pay, right?

"No time today," Wang said immediately.

"Tomorrow?"

"Not then either."

His rapid refusal confirmed it was Qin’s doing. He didn’t want to see her, didn’t want to sleep with her, and didn’t want to pay.

"Day after tomorrow?" she persisted.

Wang sighed. "Madam, why bother? When CEO Qin is free, he’ll be free. When he’s not, even if he is, he’s not. He’s been swamped recently. It’s best not to call too often—it’s… inconvenient."

Gripping the phone, she softened her tone. "If he’s angry about what I said earlier, I apologize. It was just gossip with a friend. I have no complaints about him, no thought of leaving, and no expectations of gain."

Silence lingered before Wang finally said, "I’m sorry."

She hung up, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

Texting Xue Feifei: "Sorry, I might not be able to repay your loan soon."

Xue replied instantly: "No problem! Need more? Just ask!"

After sending "Thanks," Lu Weixi turned to Chen, resolve hardening her voice. "I’ll take Director Liu’s project. Let’s start preparations."

Director Liu wasted no time. As soon as she agreed, he arranged a meeting that night at STAR.

Though it was clear Liu had his eye on her, she couldn’t slack on preparation—Yanchang’s villa floor plans, marketing slogans, past design templates, and aesthetic preferences.

At least Qin Zhiyou still gave her a monthly base of 50,000 yuan. The remaining 70,000 she’d have to earn herself.

8 p.m., Yancheng STAR Club.

STAR was the city’s premier luxury venue—ground-floor reservation-only restaurants, upstairs bars, nightclubs, and leisure areas, with top floors featuring deluxe hotels. A one-stop shop for indulgence.

In a VIP booth, Qin Zhiyou lounged on a sofa, accepting his final card from the dealer while sipping wine. He squinted, deep in thought.

His phone had been buzzing nonstop, but he ignored it until Yu Sixing complained, "Your phone’s been ringing all night. Annoying us more than you. What if it’s a woman—"

Qin arched a brow, swiping open the screen. One glance at the WeChat message, and he tossed the phone back onto the table.

He Weiyou leaned over to peek, then scoffed. "Dude, we set this up for you tonight—at least pretend you’re not working."

Qin ignored him, discarding his cards. "I’ll cover tonight’s tab."

Yu and He exchanged a look, sensing his foul mood. Yu slung an arm over his shoulder, grinning. "Relax, man. I invested in a livestreaming site months ago. Got some hot hosts—want me to call them over?"

Qin looked up, smirking faintly. "Sure."

Soon, the door opened, and several women in skimpy dresses entered, each pairing off with a man. The woman beside Qin had model-length legs—pale, straight, and flawless. She poured him wine with a coquettish smile.

He reclined, smiling faintly as he drained the glass, letting her refill it. Spinning the square tumbler, he watched the amber liquid swirl, ice clinking like wind chimes. His eyes grew distant.

"How’s it going?" Yu sidled over, glass in hand.

"Eh," Qin shrugged. "Decent for laid-off Dongguan factory girls."

The room’s atmosphere froze. Before He Weiyou could speak, Qin stood, grabbing his coat. As he headed for the door, he checked his phone. Lu Weixi’s last message had been before their call. No calls or texts since.

Before his trip to Europe, he’d already learned that her mother’s condition had worsened. Originally scheduled to stay an extra week, he’d cut the trip short—partly because restless relatives back home were stirring up trouble, but also to check on her.

Staring at her latest message, he noted the previous one had been sent over a month ago. Not a single call or text in between.

A few days left in the month…

Leaning against the hallway wall outside the booth, he studied his phone for so long that Yu Sixing and He Weiyou had to nudge him. "Still brooding over family drama?" Yu asked. "Your aunt took Zhimei to see my dad the other day, hinting at a marriage alliance."

He Weiyou chimed in with a smirk, "Free wife—what’s not to like?" He handed Qin a wine glass. Qin sipped, swirling the cup in his long fingers, lips twitching but silent.

Yu rolled his eyes. "Hardly. My brother saw Zhisuo at Berkeley last month. He passed his thesis defense—might be back soon."

Qin’s brow twitched violently, grip tightening on the glass. After a long moment, he laughed coldly, draining the wine and shoving the cup into Yu’s chest. Hands in pockets, he strode off.

He Weiyou elbowed Yu. "Learn to shut up."

Everyone knew Old Master Qin had favored Qin Zhisuo above all grandchildren, once rumored to intend making him heir.

Rubbing his arm, Yu trailed after Qin as they left the nightclub and took the elevator down. Near the dining area, Qin suddenly stopped short. Yu nearly collided with him. He Weiyou pointed to a corner. "Is that… Lu Weixi?"

Without a word, Qin turned and marched toward the dining section.

In a booth, Lu Weixi forced a stiff smile. She’d come prepared, flanked by assistants Chen and Qian as drink-blockers. But Director Liu’s secretary—a seasoned heavyweight—had already outdrunk both assistants. Now, the leering Liu shuffled closer on the round sofa, ogling her face and body between sips of wine, as if her beauty were a garnish.

Suppressing a shudder, she leaned back, smile fixed. "About the plans I mentioned, Director Liu—any suggestions?"

"Ah, yes." His rat-like eyes glued to her, he shuffled closer. "But this isn’t private enough. Why don’t we find a quiet place to… discuss in detail?"