"So what if it's courting death? As long as I've slept with him, as long as I've tied myself to him, I won't have to keep putting on a fake smile and show every day."
"You...sigh, you should take care of yourself. Don't come to me for help if something happens."
"Don't worry, nothing will go wrong."
Zhuang Shuqing was shocked—it was the newly-crowned Actress Tan Biyang!
Tan Biyang had always been known for her innocent and approachable image, winning over many fans—Zhuang Shuqing herself had felt somewhat fond of her.
But now...
She wanted to hear more, but there were no more sounds from outside.
Upon opening the door, Zhuang Shuqing hurriedly followed suit, only to find that they had already vanished.
After a moment of contemplation, she lifted her feet and headed toward the banquet hall.
Just as she was about to reach the hall, two figures appeared before her, waiting for the elevator. As she came closer, one was Tan Biyang, and the other seemed to be Tan Biyang's assistant.
The two were whispering something, Zhuang Shuqing couldn't hear clearly. Then, she saw Tan Biyang enter the elevator, while her assistant stood guard at the door, anxiously watching the elevator's floor indicator.
Zhuang Shuqing didn't know what they were up to, but thinking back to the conversation she overheard in the changing room...
She sneaked closer, hiding not too far away, watching the floor numbers change, until the elevator stopped on the eighteenth floor.
Well, that's the floor for the Presidential Suite.
After the assistant left, Zhuang Shuqing briskly walked over and pressed for the eighteenth floor.
One minute later.
Zhuang Shuqing stood at the long corridor entrance, frowning deeply at the empty hallway. Was she too late?
Still not giving up, she walked a few steps further.
At this moment, at a nearby room entrance, a woman was pressed closely against the door, looking down as if doing something. Zhuang Shuqing glanced sideways, her mouth curving into a smile.
Turns out Tan Biyang hadn't entered the room yet and was trying to use the room card to unlock the door. From her actions, it seemed she was getting anxious from being unable to open the door.
Zhuang Shuqing stealthily moved forward a few steps, then stopped to look up—Room 1808.
She was weighing whether the door could provide enough cover for her to hide when Tan Biyang suddenly looked up. At the same time, footsteps echoed through the corridor.
Zhuang Shuqing instinctively leaned against the room door, not expecting that a mere lean would cause room 1808's door to swing open. She got startled, quickly glanced inside, and after making sure it was pitch-black, she breathed a sigh of relief and backed into the room.
This was too good a news material to waste.
Pulling out her phone, she found a spot where she could hide it, with the camera pointed at Tan Biyang...
Just as she was smugly thinking about a headline for her new article, Zhuang Shuqing was suddenly pulled in with force, and the door shut violently behind her as she was hauled in.
It actually closed!
At the moment the door closed, two men in suits appeared at the entrance.
"Leng Yixing, could you have got the room number wrong?"
"Impossible, this is his exclusive suite in Seaview Bay."
The two looked at each other. Since Mr. Lu had told them to come over for an important discussion, he would definitely have left the door unlocked for them. He's not one to waste time or life on trivialities like opening doors for others.
The man called Leng Yixing thought for a moment and said, "Let's go back to the lobby and check again,"
"It's all because of you dawdling, Gu Chen. If we're late and it causes a delay, we're finished."
"As if you don't talk too much, Gu Chen. Let's go."
"Who's there!"
The force that pulled her in had vanished, and immediately, a warm male scent enveloped her, forcing Zhuang Shuqing's instinct to flee. To her astonishment, the man's grip was uncharacteristically strong, and despite several attempts, she couldn't wrench her hand free.