“Ms. Qiu?” Reporter Chen seemed to hear a strange sound. “Are you… okay?”
After kicking a few more times and mentally cursing a couple more times, she answered in a calm voice:
“I’m fine. I understand your situation.”
Just thinking about the “exposure fee” she had sent to the magazine, which she would never get back, made her boil with anger.
That money was what she had scraped together by cutting back on expenses, her “exposure fund”! She had hoped to “fight big with small,” but now it had no effect and was swallowed up, how could she not be frustrated?
It was all that Wei guy’s fault! Creating a “Prince’s Revenge” story, did he have to do it at this exact moment, this day, this time? He was clearly targeting her! Did he think the prince would turn into a pig head if he delayed his revenge by a month or two?
Hmph, did they think they were the only ones who had suffered a big loss from Wang Jin Qiang?
Bullshit!
“Would you like to leave a mobile or contact number?” Reporter Chen’s voice was becoming increasingly formal. “So we can reach you if there’s an opportunity to publish that news article.”
An opportunity?
Those who are interested in the beautiful and talented Wei brothers, of course, Reporter Chen is also chasing after them.
“Miss Qiu, I’m not convenient to talk to you right now…”
Who wants to “chat” with you? The cost of calling a public phone to a mobile phone is very expensive!
She was annoyed. “I won’t disturb you from doing important things.”
She hung up the phone forcefully, and several one-yuan coins jingled down. She carefully picked them out, not missing a single one, and put them into her small change purse, then turned back to look at the TV display wall—
“How do you feel right now?” the anchor asked excitedly.
Wei Zhenghai laughed heartily. “Great!”
Xiao Chu clenched her fist, secretly making a decision—
Damn you, Wei Zhenghai! We don’t know each other, and we have no grudges, but just for this “great” word, if I don’t make you experience something even more “great”, I’ll write my name backwards!
Midnight, the streets had become quiet, with only the occasional roar of a racing car breaking the silence.
A petite, fair-skinned young girl was lurking in the darkness.
Her hands crossed over her chest, tightly gripping the black long jacket draped over her back. Her movements were agile, drawing no attention. Her pitch-black eyes were fixed on a door—a cherry wood door with intricate carved openwork.
Light seeped through the carved patterns, casting barely visible lines on the ground, with snippets of animated conversation escaping from inside.
She narrowed her eyes, crouched with her legs bent, sitting quietly in the darkness, her back straight, like a cat—a small wild cat ready for battle.
After an indeterminate amount of time, the door opened. Several well-dressed men and women walked out, occasionally joking. Some women, hearing something, raised their delicate fists and waved them at the men, looking coquettish.
The wild cat wrinkled her nose and looked towards her target—
Among the group, one man stood out particularly.
He wore a tailored suit, elegantly dressed in black, the smooth lines making him appear even more tall and slender. His handsome face bore a smile, occasionally adding a few words that made the others laugh heartily.
Damn it! He had caused her so much misery, yet he could be so happy?
The wild cat gritted her teeth.
She didn’t care that he was a financial world celebrity, didn’t care how many women he had charmed, didn’t care that he had just been voted the “Most Valuable Bachelor,” and didn’t care that he had returned to his noble status while she was still a struggling nobody—
She nimbly jumped up, pulled her long jacket tight, and used the cover of darkness to quietly approach them.
The handsome man in the black suit bit his cigarette, turned towards her, lowered his head, shielding the flame with his left hand, and pressed the lighter with his right.
The Marlboro lit up a spark. He closed his eyes, took a deep drag, tilted his head back, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring…
Slap!
A cat’s claw came out of nowhere, knocking away the Marlboro and grazing his handsome face.
All laughter stopped abruptly.
He suddenly opened his eyes, looked down, and met a pair of sparkling eyes.
He was unfamiliar with these eyes, but they were filled with a sense of familiarity and anger towards him.
He couldn’t help but be stunned. “You…”
“After waiting so long, I’ve finally gotten my revenge,” the wild cat looked up defiantly.
These past few days, she had been tracking him, because she knew the anger could only be truly relieved by confronting the person directly. Otherwise, no matter how many walls she kicked, the frustration would remain in her heart.
Staring at her small face, he lightly touched his slapped cheek and asked in a lazy tone:
“When did I ever offend you?”
She didn’t answer, nor did she feel the need to.
“I’ll consider this slap as payment for what you owe me,” she boldly patted his shoulder. “Remember, don’t offend me again, even by accident, got it?”
Just as he reached out to grab her, she dodged and swiftly disappeared into a dark alley.
The next second, camera flashes went wild. The seemingly stationary van by the roadside suddenly rushed forward, with paparazzi frantically taking pictures.
He wanted to chase after her, but his friends had already moved closer, blocking the camera lenses.
The paparazzi snapped a few photos and then sped away.
“Are you okay?” his friends asked with concern.
“It’s so scary. You should bring some bodyguards when you go out in the future.”
“These paparazzi are so annoying, creating news when they can’t find any. I bet that woman who slapped you was probably hired by the paparazzi to cause a scene.”
While comforting the shocked female friends, he looked towards the pitch-black alley.
Was it really like that? Was she really sent to cause trouble?
Recalling her mysterious demeanor and the hint of resentment in her eyes, he suddenly—
Could not be sure.
From Ji’er’s “Don’t Chase Me, Playboy CEO” Chapter 2
A gossip magazine was slammed onto Wei Zhenghai’s face.
He sat leisurely across from Wei Zhanyi, shrugging in response to this provocative action.
An hour earlier, he had been notified to report in, already knowing he was about to face his big brother’s anger.
An hour delayed before showing up, originally intending to let him calm down, but unexpectedly causing his anger to ferment even more intensely.
”Do you have something to say?”
Wei Zhenghai flipped through the magazine. Needless to say, it was filled with his “Nightclub Incident”.
He pretended to appreciate the magazine’s dramatic “picture story”. Several photos were obviously taken with an infrared camera, capturing him lighting a cigarette, being slapped, looking surprised, with some angles even catching the side of that little wildcat, though in a small proportion and mostly blurry.
”If this reporter wants to switch to writing popular novels, I’ll raise both hands and feet in support.”
”Wei Zhenghai!” Wei Zhanyi, usually serious and stern, glanced at him.
Though just a casual glance, the imposing aura of suppressed anger instantly filled the entire space. Others would have been crushed breathless, but Wei Zhenghai remained completely at ease, casually surrendering.
”Okay, okay, I’ll talk.”
He briefly and concisely explained the events of that night.
”Looks like the paparazzi are targeting you, setting a trap for you to jump into.”
”You also think this was ‘entirely’ caused by them?”
”What else?” Wei Zhanyi didn’t notice the hidden meaning in his words. “You’d better go home early after work and cause less trouble outside.”
