Love for You

Miao Jing frowned, "Where are you betting?"

"I found a local fixer to take me around—five-star hotels, casinos, nightclubs, private clubs... all places where money flows like water."

"Chen Yi!" Miao Jing felt uneasy. "You never told me about any of this."

"Didn’t I make a living playing pool back in Tengcheng? Bogotá is full of casinos—it’s just entertainment, nothing dangerous. I’ve been here a year; I know the rules of survival." He raised his hands with a breezy grin. "Count how much this is."

Forty million pesos.

Not bad at all.

Chen Yi pulled her onto his lap. "Relax, I’m just building some capital. I don’t plan to live off gambling. I’ll find a proper job—I never intended to rely on a woman forever."

"Use this to buy a car," he mused after a moment. "It’ll be more convenient—I can drive you to work and we can go out on weekends."

Miao Jing’s company project would last three or four years, but it was uncertain how long they’d stay in Colombia. A used car made more sense—they could resell it when leaving.

They contacted a broker and quickly settled on a Haval, a domestic brand.

Chen Yi paid in cash, carrying a nylon bag to a café to meet the seller. When he unzipped it, the broker and seller paled, handling the money as if it were a bomb. After counting it, they wiped their sweat, stunned he’d dared walk around with so much cash.

Chinese expats in Colombia typically ran travel agencies, translation services, customs logistics, or shops. With a car, Chen Yi took on side jobs—airport pickups, guiding Chinese tourists around Bogotá—earning decently.

Miao Jing often saw him then, a cigarette dangling, wearing ripped jeans and a worn jacket, standing boldly before tourists who eyed him warily.

"Did they actually get in your car?" she asked, incredulous. "Weren’t they scared you were dangerous?"

"Get them in first," he chuckled darkly. "Once we hit the old town, they’ll see how safe it is to have me around. If they want me after dark, that’s a different price."

Miao Jing giggled, pinching his cheek. "You rascal."

He leaned in to nibble her earlobe. "Rascal? After all these years I spent raising you?"

She kissed him back. "What should I call you then? Gege?"

"Call me anything normally," he said, swatting her rear. "Save 'rascal' and 'gege' for bed—scream yourself hoarse for all I care."

Chapter 49: Latino Mix (Part 2)

Bogotá wasn’t entirely safe—phones and bags could be snatched in broad daylight. Shops in the old town had iron gates, and violence flared monthly. Chen Yi’s height and build gave him an edge as a guide, but he had one rule: no work on weekends.

He was with his girlfriend.

He took Miao Jing to a countryside farm owned by Pipón, a friend from the billiards hall who ran a shop in a tourist area. Pipón was a bit greedy—he had two ex-wives and six kids to support—but Chen Yi often brought clients his way, and they’d become close friends.Miao Jing asked Si Nan if she wanted to join, and Si Nan agreed, bringing along two friends. Chen Yi simply invited his admirer Gino and the honeymooning couple from China, while Gino brought a few more friends. Thus, the group set out from Bogotá in a lively procession.

The highland mountain roads wound around, but the scenery was breathtaking—lush green mountains set against a backdrop of blue skies and white clouds, with every deep breath filled with crisp, fresh air. The farm was located in a small village atop the mountain, sparsely populated and tranquil, almost completely isolated from the world.

The farm raised cattle and sheep, and there was also a chicken coop. The Pipón family warmly welcomed them, and seeing the large group, they set up a barbecue grill and brought out a suckling pig from the pen.

With no cell signal, it was a pure farm experience—hard to tell if they were there for a vacation or for labor. They enthusiastically participated in slaughtering the pig, collecting eggs from the coop, working in the banana plantation, and hiking up the mountain to pick bamboo shoots and vegetables. While similar activities existed back in China, the tropical landscape here offered a fresh and novel charm.

Colombia is a nation of barbecue enthusiasts, and after just one serving of grilled meat, everyone was already stuffed. They brewed coffee in pots, and the women lounged in hammocks or on the grass, chatting. Gino discovered a waterfall and stream outside the village, and a group of men, taking advantage of the pleasant afternoon temperature, headed off for a wild swim, arms around each other’s shoulders.

Later, Miao Jing and the others went too, packing some corn cakes and grilled sausages. Dressed in skirts and flip-flops, they were led by a dog to the waterfall.

It wasn’t a large waterfall—just a thick, white cascade tumbling over moss-covered rocks, meandering into a clear stream. The banks were lush with dense greenery, giving off a vibrant, humid rainforest vibe. Beneath the waterfall, a row of men soaked, their shoulders braced against the pounding spray.

“Oh my, these foreign boys have such great figures,” the newlywed wife exclaimed in her lively Beijing accent, her eyes fixed intently on Gino and his friends. “They’re just 18 or 19, these fresh young hunks, diving in wearing tight briefs. Look at those taut muscles—so fresh and juicy.”

“Honey, don’t think you can get away with anything just because they don’t understand Chinese,” her husband said, both amused and exasperated. “Show me some face! We haven’t been married long, and you’re already ignoring your husband!”

All the men were in their briefs—some unabashed, others a bit shy. Chen Yi sat on a rock at the far end, his physique even more striking than Gino’s. The women avoided glancing his way; he was taken, and Miao Jing was standing right there.

“You girls should play over there—the water’s shallower, and there are little fish. Go feed them.”

None of the women had brought swimsuits, so they kept a slight distance. Holding up their skirts, they waded into the water, which rose to their knees, cool and refreshing. The sun warmed their skin as they sat by the water’s edge, crumbling corn cakes to feed the fish. Si Nan, stepping on a slippery rock, suddenly lost her footing and tumbled into the water, soaking herself completely.

Splashes drenched most of the group, but they shrugged it off, half-sitting, half-swimming in the water. They shooed the men away from the waterfall and took turns experiencing the exhilarating rush under the cascade.

Miao Jing, holding her skirt, stepped out from the waterfall. Usually dressed in simple, loose clothing, her now-soaked dress clung to her body, revealing her slender, graceful figure—the elegant curves of her chest and hips, her pale, jade-like arms and legs tinged with a faint blush. Wet strands of hair clung to her temples and neck, and tiny droplets traced their way down into her collar. Her delicate face, like a lotus emerging from the water, was exquisitely beautiful.