Xia Jing thought Ye Qiu would try to stop her from leaving, but to her surprise, there was no such intention; his gaze seemed to suggest she was a hindrance to their private time.
"So, I’m really going back now," Xia Jing said again.
"I’m not stopping you. You can speak English, right? If not, I’ll help you flag down a cab."
"You... you’re infuriating me," Xia Jing said.
She didn’t actually leave but continued to trail behind Ye Qiu and Miranda.
It was just that her high heels made her feet feel terribly sore.
Looking at her situation, Ye Qiu didn’t know what to say.
They happened to spot a shoe store.
In Chinatown, there are quite a few shoe stores, featuring both domestic and international brands.
As Ye Qiu pulled Miranda inside, he looked at Xia Jing and said, "You go pick out a pair of flats."
At first, Miranda thought Ye Qiu was trying to buy her shoes.
"Miranda, if there’s any pair you like, feel free to pick them out."
"Really?"
As Miranda went over to choose, the two women went together to select shoes.
However, they came out with high heels, much to Ye Qiu’s bewilderment—what on earth were they buying so many high heels for?
Earlier, Xia Jing was selecting flats, but she started picking heels after seeing Miranda’s choices.
Unexpectedly, she found the heels there were indeed good, akin to styles worn by fashion models and celebrities, and they were the latest popular brands of the year.
The two picked out two pairs and tried them on; they looked very enticing.
When they noticed Ye Qiu’s strange gaze, Xia Jing could only go back to select a pair of flats.
Flats are generally the most comfortable shoes for ordinary people to wear.
High heels, while making women appear taller, can deform the feet with prolonged wear.
After switching to flats, she tried them and found they were quite comfortable.
When both women went to pay.
Miranda naturally didn’t have much money.
After Ye Qiu paid for both women, Miranda carried the bags with two pairs of heels, pulling Ye Qiu outside.
Xia Jing followed as well.
Upon exiting, Chinatown was bustling as usual.
However, Ye Qiu planned to take the two women to see Times Square.
He hailed a cab, got in, and headed to Times Square.
The three of them headed towards Times Square, noticing there were people around, but not as many as in Chinatown.
They walked and observed.
Spotting a high-end coffee shop upstairs, they took the elevator up to enter.
This coffee shop was located in a skyscraper, providing a view of the night scene outside.
Upon reaching the upper floors, they found quite a crowd, including young people, middle-aged individuals, and even elderly folks.
People were sitting there, sipping coffee, chatting, and enjoying some dessert.
Once they sat down, a cheerful waitress approached to greet them.
Ye Qiu communicated with her in fluent American English.
After confirming what brand of coffee they wanted, and which desserts they’d like, she left.
Starbucks coffee can be just a few dollars—or even cheaper.
But here, the coffee costs a hundred US Dollars per cup, undoubtedly influenced by the environment and location.
During peak times, reservations or queues might be necessary.
Soon, the waitress brought over three cups of coffee and desserts; Ye Qiu and Miranda chatted while enjoying their drinks, clearly taking pleasure in the romantic atmosphere.
In Cuba, Cubans also hold a great fondness for coffee and tea.
Around eleven o’clock New York time, as the coffee shop neared closing, Ye Qiu planned to return with the two women to the hotel.
Upon exiting the coffee shop.
The three of them rode the elevator down, intending to hail a cab back.
Quickly, Ye Qiu noticed there weren’t as many cabs as before; they waited a long while without success.
In this situation, they could only walk slowly.
On this Manhattan night, the Atlantic Ocean’s breeze made it subtly colder.
Miranda stuck closely to Ye Qiu, feeling an unparalleled warmth and sweetness.
Xia Jing, carrying her bag of high heels, could only follow behind.
The trio unknowingly walked for over twenty minutes; still, no cab appeared. Ye Qiu glanced at Xia Jing.
"Why are you looking at me?"
"Ask your friend to send a car over; it’ll be more convenient for us."
Xia Jing recalled her friend Li Xiaofen.
After traveling all the way with Ye Qiu to treat her husband, asking her for a car shouldn’t be an issue.
"I’ll make a call."
"Xiaofen, it’s me."
After Xia Jing talked with Li Xiaofen on the phone, Li Xiaofen said she’d send William’s bodyguard over to pick them up.
Li Xiaofen also noted that New York isn’t like home; it’s hard to find cabs late at night.
Moreover, most cab drivers here are Asian or Black; few are White due to the hardships, especially at night.
Reports suggest that the nighttime safety isn’t great; a sudden gunshot to the head isn’t unheard of.
While New York’s Manhattan is a global hub, dangers in some suburbs rival war zones; overseas travelers are advised not to venture out at night.
"Ye Qiu, Xiaofen said her bodyguard is coming to pick us up."
"Let’s wait here then."
A nearby bench offered a chance to rest after the long walk.
As Ye Qiu sat down and checked his phone, a few Blacks and Asians approached suspiciously.
Ye Qiu seemed unaware, as did Miranda.
But when Xia Jing glanced up, she found several men surrounding them.
Xia Jing got a bit scared and discreetly nudged Ye Qiu with her finger.
"What is it?"
"Ye Qiu, it seems we’re in trouble."
In trouble?
Ye Qiu looked up to understand the situation.
Unexpectedly, trouble really had found them.
Ye Qiu acted as if he hadn’t noticed.
Quickly, those men moved in.
"Kid, hand over the money."
Though Ye Qiu appeared ordinary, Miranda and Xia Jing’s attire seemed upscale, and they carried several bags, signs of wealth.
These men clearly favored extorting affluent Asians.
"What did you say?" Ye Qiu asked.
"Hand over all the money you have."
Another Black man said.
Rather than weapons, they pulled out a gun, aiming it directly at Ye Qiu.
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