“I don’t want to pay.”
Lin Miao: (｀?д?′)
“What?! You’re trying to weasel out of paying?!”
The young girl’s eyes were wide open, filled entirely with accusations against the man for not paying up.
How could there be such a stingy and shameless man?
The man held down the young girl who was about to blow her top.
His large palm rubbed her little head. “I can give you a chance to chase me.”
Lin Miao: Heh heh →_→
Every day, the people chasing after me line up from the south end of the city to the north end.
Who do you think you are?
And you want me to chase you?
Don’t be so thick-skinned.
As if sensing the young girl’s objection, a sly glint of cunning flashed through the man’s phoenix eyes.
“Or perhaps we could discuss the matter of Miss Lin slipping me that drug.”
Lin Miao: 〣(oΔo)〣
It’s over.
The young miss blinked guiltily, her little gaze refusing to meet the man’s eyes.
Turning her head, she tried to argue, “I didn’t.”
“I didn’t do it.”
“Don’t make things up.”
There was no way she could admit to this.
Otherwise, those bloodsucking lawyers of the Sheng family would definitely sue her into bankruptcy.
Watching the young girl’s triple denial.
The amusement in the man’s eyes deepened, and the next second he directly exposed the young girl’s secret.
“Is that so?”
“Then let’s take the clothes you wore last night and have them tested—maybe we’ll find out.”
The young girl bit her lip guiltily.
Her head hung even lower.
She was done for.
She really shouldn’t have trusted that idiot Lin Jiaxuan from the start. Now she was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Sheng Yanli knew his net had been cast well enough.
The fish had already taken the bait.
But he wasn’t in a hurry to reel it in.
Instead, he watched with interest as the fish struggled in the water.
“So, what do you think?”
Lin Miao: Not great (╬￣皿￣)凸
This bastard actually dared to threaten me.
ε＝ε＝ε＝(#＞д＜)?
All I did was sleep with a man—why is this so miserable?
Did she really have to give up an entire forest for one single tree?
Lin Miao’s big eyes darted around, landing on the clothes scattered across the living room.
Oh, right.
Last night, the beast of a man had stripped her clothes right in the living room.
So those clothes were still lying there.
And the key point was—they weren’t far from her.
Her big eyes rolled around.
Got it!
Lin Miao looked up, her voice soft and sweet as she said, “Let go of me first. I need to think about it.”
Sheng Yanli stared at her little face for a moment.
Then he released his grip.
“Fine, but I’ll only accept one answer.”
o(′^｀)o
Hmph, this bastard not only slept with her but dared to threaten her too.
Lin Miao silently cursed eighteen generations of the man’s ancestors in her heart.
But on the surface, she put on the look of a meek little wife.
Quietly, she took a few steps back.
Then a few more steps back.
Until she had retreated to where the clothes were.
“Mr. Sheng, I—”
The next second, Lin Miao bent down in a flash, quickly bundled the clothes into her hands, and bolted for the door without looking back.
Her voice rang out as she ran.
“I think you’re a turtle dreaming of a phoenix—pure fantasy!”
“Farewell, and never see you again!”
By the time she finished speaking, Lin Miao had already reached the door. All she had to do was open it.
Then she’d be free as a bird.
But before her hand could even touch the doorknob, the door was pulled open from the outside.
And then Lin Miao saw a group of people.
More precisely, a group of paparazzi holding cameras and microphones… tabloid reporters.
………??
Lin Miao’s brain short-circuited for a few seconds.
Her big eyes blinked, meeting several pairs of shocked yet excited eyes brimming with gossip.
The reporters’ gazes swept over her like searchlights.
An ill-fitting white shirt.
Bruises and hickeys on her collarbone.
And lips that were clearly swollen and chapped.
……
It looked exactly like the aftermath of a night together.
This was a bombshell headline!
The next second, a barrage of questions came flooding in.
Camera shutters clicked so fast they nearly smoked.
“Miss Lin, what is your relationship with the Young Master of the Sheng family?”
“Miss Lin, did you sleep in this room last night?”
“Miss Lin, is it because of Miss Zhao Xiyan that you got close to the Young Master of the Sheng family?”
……
More and more questions surged toward Lin Miao.
These paparazzi were like sharks that had caught the scent of blood, swarming in all at once.
They completely blocked Lin Miao’s path.
No matter how hard she tried to shove through, she couldn’t push them aside.
Lin Miao knew these reporters must have gotten a tip in advance.
That’s why they were lying in wait here.
A hundred thousand alpacas stampeded through Lin Miao’s mind.
She cursed inwardly: Which bastard sold me out?!
“Ah-choo!”
All the way over at the arcade, Lin Jiaxuan suddenly sneezed for no reason.
He rubbed his nose.
Figuring the reporters he’d arranged should already be in position.
His big sister didn’t need to thank him too much.
He was sure this would definitely make the headlines this time.
……
“Miss Lin, you haven’t answered yet.”
“Miss Lin, please give us a response.”
“Miss Lin…”
Damn it.
Why were these paparazzi so strong?
Lin Miao desperately clung to the only door, holding her ground firmly.
She wrestled with the paparazzi outside.
Wishing she could weld the door shut on the spot.
If these paparazzi caught a glimpse of the man inside the room,
she would never be able to clear her name, no matter how hard she tried.
Unfortunately, the paparazzi had finally gotten their hands on such a golden opportunity—there was no way they’d let this prize slip away.
The whole group worked together, tugging at the doorframe.
The sharper ones among them even aimed their cameras straight into the room,
determined to snatch this explosive scoop.
But the moment their lenses landed on the man seated on the sofa,
they froze completely.
This… this didn’t seem to be the young master of the Sheng family.
For some reason, this paparazzo felt the man looked oddly familiar.
Yet he couldn’t quite recall where he’d seen him before.
Seeing that the paparazzi were about to break through the door,
Lin Miao abandoned all pretense of composure and shouted at the man who was watching the show from the sofa.
“Hey, you bastard! If you don’t want to trend on the hot search tomorrow, get over here and help!”
The man’s phoenix eyes were deep and unfathomable, his cool detachment masking a beauty as striking as the deep sea.
He looked at the young woman whose clothes were beginning to loosen from the struggle.
Then he rose and strolled over unhurriedly.
With slender fingers, he smoothed the young woman’s clothing back into place.
He showed no intention whatsoever of helping to block the door.
Instead, he yanked the door wide open.
In an instant, a flood of paparazzi surged in.
Lin Miao: (?⊿?)?
What the hell, you traitor!
The paparazzi hadn’t expected to get in so easily either.
After a few seconds of stunned confusion,
they all raised their microphones again.
The cameras behind them aimed directly at Sheng Yanli.
“Mr. Sheng, why are you in the same room as Miss Lin?”
“Mr. Sheng, what exactly is your relationship with Miss Lin?”
“Mr. Sheng, between Miss Zhao and Miss Lin, which one is actually your girlfriend?”
…
The questions piled up, sharp and relentless, as if they were digging for dirt down to the very grave.
The moment the door opened, Lin Miao ducked behind the man.
Looking completely uninvolved.
Hmph, that bastard dared to set a trap for me.
He can’t blame me for using him as a human shield.