My American magical life
Chapter 171 - 171 66 How Could the Dancing Sprite be a Wicked Dragon!

171: Chapter 66: How Could the Dancing Sprite be a Wicked Dragon!

171: Chapter 66: How Could the Dancing Sprite be a Wicked Dragon!

Temir was an extremely rational woman.

Entrepreneurs who fought their way out through strength were no fools!

There were many entrepreneurs with unlimited funding bullets; the doomed still perished.

The black-haired rich lady built her OC perfume from a startup to annual sales of several hundred million dollars, always relying on her own abilities.

Her emotional management and facial expression control were top-notch.

The breach in her defenses caused by Cheng Daqi truly was just a minor probability incident; the current her was the real her.

In Temir’s eyes, how were things?

Her best friend had introduced her to a friend, Cheng Daqi.

She treated Cheng Daqi’s illness, was willing to provide him with accommodation, offered him a collaboration opportunity, helped him block Gru, and was about to invest in Cheng Daqi.

I have been nothing but kind to this man!

Temir didn’t feel that she owed Cheng Daqi even the slightest bit.

She was still Cheng Daqi’s ‘lover’ now.

Yes, the black-haired rich lady found a reason for her anger.

A ridiculous reason.

She forgot the argument with Cheng Daqi yesterday; she forgot that Cheng Daqi had never shamelessly asked her for even a penny.

She forgot their collaboration was an equal exchange.

She forgot that just yesterday, Cheng Daqi gave up the idea of pulling her in for now.

The more rational a person, the more sensitive their exposed soul becomes when they shed their rational shell.

Once Temir stepped outside the fortress of reason, her soul, scorched by anguish, sought an escape route.

‘It’s not that I like him; it’s just that the sunk cost on him is a bit high.’

Temir, with her usual composure, was a whirlwind of thoughts inside.

And how could Lisa know the mini-movie already playing in her best friend’s mind?

The blonde sat on the wide armrest at the edge of the couch, casually whispering complaints to her best friend.

“Mi’er, he just complimented me as his angel.

He said the same thing to you yesterday; he’s nothing but a complete bastard.”

With one hand fixing her hair, Lisa discreetly surveyed Temir’s outfit for the day.

A dark woolen cinched-waist imperial-style long dress, with intricate and exquisite patterns around the waist that enhanced its simplicity everywhere else.

The sophisticated pattern around the waist didn’t make the dress seem busy or ordinary; instead, it accentuated Temir’s slender waist and figure.

Around the neck of the black-haired rich lady was a pearl necklace, also a gift from Lisa.

The blonde remembered clearly; that necklace had cost her over seven thousand dollars.

Temir’s accessories today were only a necklace?

Lisa keenly noted this discrepancy from Temir’s usual style, a trace of confusion flickering in her olive-green eyes.

“Really?”

As for Lisa’s little report, Temir didn’t say much.

She had thought a lot, but she didn’t want to argue any further today.

Helping a friend move, holding a party—it should be a beautiful time.

Lisa was her dearest girl, and Cheng Daqi was someone she knew.

Temir hoped everything would go smoothly today.

“Of course, but he has never been very serious; I’ve gotten used to it.”

The blonde replied, her impression of Cheng Daqi being both unserious and serious, quite complex.

Having tied her hair into a bun, Lisa was ready for the dance.

Hairstyle during dancing could be troublesome; hair down gets in the way, loosely tied can come undone, and tied too tight could hurt oneself while dancing.

So Lisa was actually much more professional than Cheng Daqi thought.

After all, her mother was an Eastern European dancer.

She learned to dance from her mother since childhood, but for a female scholar, there weren’t many opportunities to use this skill.

“Mi’er, ha, you finally arrived; you’re really beautiful today.”

Cheng Daqi, with his foolish grin, swayed over to the two investors.

He wanted to say she looked like an angel, but considering whether he could continue living in America, Cheng Daqi decided to keep his compliments to himself.

“Beautiful like an angel?”

The black-haired rich lady chuckled behind her hand, her eyes filled with chill.

Not liking you ≠ accepting you complimenting others with the same words.

If in your eyes, I’m the kind of woman who can easily be placated, then you’re wrong, Chan.

Pushing the teacup awkwardly towards Temir, Cheng Daqi responded.

“You and Lisa are the most beautiful girls I’ve seen in my life; how else can I compliment you?

This is really hard, I think not even angels are as beautiful as you, but angels are the ultimate beauty.

So I involuntarily use the same words when I compliment you, that’s all.”

Such a devious man was so cunning.

After listening, Lisa felt it wasn’t too bad; she was even quite pleased.

But Temir just felt her scalp go numb.

Too cunning, Chan.

“Chan, I now suspect you’ve fooled at least a hundred girls into bed.”

The black-haired rich lady’s ruthless critique, her true sarcastic nature shining through.

“Truth be told, the first time I ever held a girl’s hand in my life was with you yesterday.”

It was indeed the truth; Cheng Daqi’s life had only spanned a few days so far.

The black-haired rich lady didn’t take the bait; she didn’t believe such obvious lies from Cheng Daqi.

“When is Gru coming?” Temir asked.

“I’m not sure; I’ll face him when he comes, over to you now, Mi’er.”

Cheng Daqi looked earnestly at Temir.

Today was crucial.

Although Gru had already backed down, the crooked cop was too ruthless.

Without the black-haired rich lady at the forefront, Cheng Daqi didn’t have the guts to walk the tightrope in front of Gru.