Suddenly, Lin Miao’s little eyes darted around.
A brilliant idea popped into her head.
She quickly messed up her hair into a spiky rooster comb.
Then she rubbed her eyes vigorously.
Her eye sockets instantly turned red.
She pursed her lips and slowly walked out from behind the man.
What appeared before everyone again was this look of being wronged.
Sure enough, some paparazzi noticed Lin Miao’s change.
They directly turned their microphones.
Aimed at Lin Miao, “Miss Lin, what happened last night? Did Mr. Sheng force you?”
Lin Miao gave this paparazzo an appreciative look.
Then she gently bit her red lips, her eyes lowered, her long, slender lashes distinct and casting faint shadows under the warm lighting.
No words were needed for this posture.
The paparazzo had already imagined a scene of forceful possession in their mind.
Instantly, all the paparazzi turned their attention toward the man beside her.
“Mr. Sheng, may I ask what happened last night?”
“Did you force Miss Lin?”
“Did you arrange to meet both Miss Zhao and Miss Lin at the same time, intending to play both sides?”
…
Lin Miao gave a huge mental thumbs-up to that brave paparazzo who spoke up.
Haha, now this dog of a man would have to come back and beg her if he wanted to calm the public opinion.
Hmph, she was definitely going to extort a hefty sum of mental damage compensation from him.
To make up for her traumatized psyche.
Lin Miao’s little scheme was clicking away perfectly.
Sheng Yanli curled the corner of his lips, a hint of amusement in his expression as he watched the little woman feigning innocence with great interest.
He said in a low voice, “Killing with a borrowed knife?”
Lin Miao let out a soft snort, audible only to the two of them.
The man chuckled. The little girl had nothing else.
But plenty of tricks up her sleeve.
Facing the noisy paparazzi, the man merely lifted his eyelids, his sharp phoenix eyes sweeping over the crowd.
Just one look instantly silenced the relentless paparazzi.
At that moment, the paparazzo from before finally remembered where he had seen this man.
His face immediately turned pale with terror.
Th-this… wasn’t this the head of the Sheng family?
Sheng Mingnan’s uncle.
The living King of Hell in the capital!
Why was this big shot here!
This was the man those financial reporters had begged and pleaded for but could never get.
Legend had it that Mr. Sheng refused all external interviews.
All his schedules were kept confidential.
Of course, even if someone managed to capture his photo, they wouldn’t dare release it.
It was an unspoken rule in the industry.
So what were they doing here?
Dancing on a grave?
Digging their own graves?
That paparazzo’s legs went weak instantly.
It felt like he could see his late great-grandmother waving at him.
Trembling, he stammered, “M-Mr. Sheng, this is a misunderstanding.”
“I promise nothing that happened here will ever get out.”
That paparazzo gritted his teeth and smashed his camera on the spot to show his resolve.
Then he ran off without looking back.
The surrounding paparazzi: ╭(°A°)╮
What just happened?
Just then, a surprised male voice sounded behind them.
“Uncle, what’s going on here? Why are there so many paparazzi?”
The newcomer wore a cyberpunk-style denim jacket, paired with trendy designer sneakers. His unrestrained aura combined with his face created an indescribable kind of roguish charm.
Seeing everyone’s gaze turn to him.
He narcissistically smoothed his hair.
“I knew my charm was boundless.”
“I’ll graciously give you all an interview opportunity today.”
Everyone: (“▔□▔)/(“▔□▔)/(“▔□▔)/
Lin Miao: ^_^|||
Who is this? Even more narcissistic than Lin Jiaxuan.
At this moment, the paparazzi finally snapped back to reality.
They pulled out the blurry photos other colleagues had secretly taken of the young master of the Sheng family.
In unison, they held them up.
Comparing them with the narcissistic man across from them.
They were shocked to discover that the man in front of them seemed to be the real deal.
So… they had been interviewing the wrong person?
There was a moment of silence in the air.
Then a key question surfaced.
So who was the man they had just been interviewing?
Sheng Mingnan called him uncle?
Sheng Mingnan’s uncle—that would be the head of the Sheng family, the living King of Hell of the capital—Sheng Yanli!
At that moment, they instantly understood how that paparazzo from before had felt.
Everyone turned pale, trembling as they looked at the legendary big shot.
“Hehe, misunderstanding, it’s all a misunderstanding.”
“Yeah, we were just sleepwalking.”
“Master Sheng, we’ll leave right now.”
So these paparazzi, who had been clinging on relentlessly, all smashed their cameras in an instant.
And scrambled away on all fours.
As if something terrifying was chasing them from behind.
The originally noisy corridor fell silent in an instant.
It was then that Sheng Mingnan finally noticed there was a woman beside his uncle.
His eyes instantly went wide.
His gaze swept back and forth between his uncle and Lin Miao.
The gossipy gleam in his eyes was even more intense than the paparazzi’s from before.
“Uncle, you’re finally indulging in some meat?”
Good heavens, this girl was seriously plump.
Could it be that Uncle actually liked this… uh… curvaceous type of woman?
Sheng Yanli shot him a glance, his thin lips parting slightly. “Scram.”
“On it.”
For the sake of his uncle’s happiness, Sheng Mingnan scurried right out.
Lin Miao blinked, then blinked again.
To her dismay, she realized she’d mistaken the wrong person!
She’d wanted to latch onto a high branch, but this branch was way too high.
She couldn’t handle it.
She swallowed involuntarily.
Then, mimicking a gecko, she pressed herself against the wall, trying to slip out just like Sheng Mingnan had.
Too bad she discovered she wasn’t the one who could slip away.
“Bam!”
The door slammed shut right in front of her.
Lin Miao’s suspended hope finally died.
The oppressive presence behind her pressed in as the man pinned his hands on the doorframe, trapping Lin Miao in his embrace.
Lin Miao turned around, her face switching back to a grinning expression.
Only, that smile now carried an obvious hint of guilt.
“Heh heh, what if I said this was all a misunderstanding? Would you believe me?”
The man let out a low chuckle. “What do you think?”
Lin Miao bit her lip. Fine, I wouldn’t believe it either.
That cunning capitalist was indeed hard to fool.
Thinking about the revenge the man would exact later, she’d probably end up flat broke.
Lin Miao felt deeply miserable inside.
And she’d heard that the head of the Sheng family was extremely ruthless—no one who crossed him ever came out well.
Wah wah, he wouldn’t feed her to the sharks, would he?
Lin Miao’s brows drooped slightly as she tugged at the corner of his clothes, lost in wild thoughts.
Sheng Yanli’s gaze landed on the girl’s round, chubby face. Her lips were pressed together, and her beautiful almond-shaped eyes blinked nervously, tinged with fear and unease.
Somewhere in his heart, it felt like something had caved in.
Turning unusually soft.
Lin Miao met the man’s dark, deep eyes, and all the threatening words she’d planned got stuck in her throat.
Completely lacking any backbone, she said,
“I won’t take your money anymore. Just let me go.”
Then she gave his clothes another tug and said in a soft voice, “Okay?”