Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
Mr. Li used a spare keycard to unlock the door to Room 1128. He opened the door and entered the room, hardly able to contain his excitement.
The room lights, dim and hazy, made the place seem especially sexy and romantic.
He immediately began looking for his prey as soon as he was inside.
He spotted someone under the blanket on the large bed: it was a girl, her long black hair spread over the pillow.
Mr. Li sprang into action. He immediately removed his clothes, brimming with excitement. In a flash, he had shrugged out of his clothes and was now naked as the day he was born.
He had mastered the art of shedding his clothes because he had done this many, many times.
“Heh heh, I’m here, my little beauty! You naughty girl, you left me hanging for five years!”
Mr. Li pounced upon the girl on the bed like a ravenous wolf.
Back downstairs, the party in the private room with the production bigwigs had ended. Xu Xinrou said goodbye to Huang Guoqiang, and left the room with Wen Li in tow.
Qi Liya and her assistant, Xiao Ke, were the only ones left at the dinner table. The main creatives of the production had taken turns toasting Qi Liya, and she was now terribly drunk.
Xiao Ke helped Qi Liya get to her feet. She was about to take her away when Huang Guoqiang, looking anxious, stopped her. “You shouldn’t drive, you’ve been drinking too. How about this—I booked a room upstairs. Why don’t you take her there and rest up? At least wait till she’s awake and fully alert before you go.”
“I’ll do that. Thank you, Director Huang.”
Xiao Ke was short, and not particularly strong. She was having a lot of trouble trying to keep Qi Liya, who was completely drunk, steady on her feet.
Huang Guoqiang decided he had to step in. He handed Xiao Ke a credit card. “I’ll help her. Why don’t you help me settle the bill instead? My PIN number is 851010. When you’re done, come look for us in Room 1106.”
Xiao Ke was dumbfounded. She gaped at the credit card for about two seconds: Why was Director Huang’s PIN number the same as Qi Liya’s birth date?
But she did not ask any questions. She obediently handed Qi Liya over to Huang Guoqiang, took the credit card, grabbed her coat, and made a beeline for the cashier.
Huang Guoqiang took hold of Qi Liya and helped her out of the private room. He did not notice the figure crouched in a dark corner—it was Wen Li, who had stumbled upon this scene quite by accident.
Wen Li stealthily followed after them. She saw Huang Guoqiang and Qi Liya enter the hotel room together.
She inwardly cackled with glee as she snapped photo after photo. She had assumed that Qi Liya was some kind of pure, innocent fairy, but now she knew she had been far off the mark—the actress was sleeping with the director!
All she had to do was release the photos, and Qi Liya’s reputation would go into the gutter. No one would dare go up against her dear Xinrou after that.
Wen Li was careful not to alert them. She left quietly; she would contact the media and the paparazzi in the safety of her home.
She would tip off the paparazzi and have them catch Mr. Li and Xu Xiyan in bed the next morning—the news would blow up and send the entertainment industry into a gossiping frenzy.
[Jing Xi caught sleeping with investor!]
[Qi Liya and Huang Guoqiang are having an affair!]
The headlines in the entertainment news section were going to be absolutely scandalous!
But Wen Li had not realized that she was a spider in someone else’s web: Xu Xiyan’s.
Xu Xiyan had turned to leave after Mr. Li entered Room 1128. That was when she saw, quite by accident, Huang Guoqiang helping Qi Liya into Room 1106, which was in the opposite direction.
She had wanted to go up to them to ask if Qi Liya was feeling all right, but had been distracted by the sight of Wen Li tailing them and surreptitiously taking photos.
Xu Xiyan immediately understood what was going on: if Wen Li released her photos, the entertainment industry would explode with juicy gossip.
Wen Li left as soon as she was done taking photos. Xu Xiyan, on the other hand, made her way towards Room 1106. She pressed the doorbell.
Huang Guoqiang assumed it was Xiao Ke. He opened the door and was surprised to see Xu Xiyan. “Huh? Jing Xi, you’re still here?”
“‘Course I’m still here. I couldn’t leave without checking on Ms. Qi.”
Xu Xiyan entered the room without waiting for a reply—just in time to see Qi Liya puking her guts out as she clung to the side of the bed.