This is so explosive

With a loud "bang," the door to the room slammed shut.

Lin Li's face turned as pale as paper.

"This skin is so tender—a grown man, yet so pretty."

"Be a good boy and lie still, little beauty. Big brother will take good care of you."

Lin Li gritted his teeth and spat, "Get off me! I'm Lin Li, not Lin Xuan! I hired you to deal with Lin Xuan, not me!"

He struggled desperately, but his efforts were useless against the burly, overpowering strength of Older Chen and Second Chen.

Pinned to the ground, he couldn’t move an inch.

Tears streamed from the corners of Lin Li’s eyes.

Why? Why was this happening?

The one who was supposed to suffer like this was Lin Xuan—how had it turned into this?

"Are the reporters here yet?" Lin Xuan asked.

"They’re at the hotel entrance," Cheng Da replied.

"Let’s head back to Wang Dahe’s birthday party," Lin Xuan said.

"Boss," Cheng Da frowned, "aren’t you staying to watch the show? It’s going to be quite a spectacle."

After following the boss for so long, he’d learned one thing—Lin Xuan loved drama as much as anyone.

For him to skip the live show didn’t seem like him at all.

"Once those reporters arrive, they’ll capture plenty of photos and videos of Lin Li. If I want to see it, I can just watch it online later. No point wasting time here. Besides, the live version might be… eye-searing," Lin Xuan said.

The main reason was that his beloved was still waiting for him at Night Garden.

He needed to wrap things up here quickly and return.

"Then, Boss, you go ahead. I’ll stay and keep an eye on things," Cheng Da offered.

Lin Xuan shook his head. "Relax, with those two around, Lin Li isn’t going anywhere."

Cheng Da frowned. "But you never know—better safe than sorry."

Keeping Lin Li from escaping was one goal, but the bigger reason was that he wanted to stay and witness Lin Li’s humiliation firsthand.

"Let me guess—you just want to stick around for the show, and keeping watch is just an excuse," Lin Xuan said, giving him a knowing look.

"Well… that’s the main reason, yeah," Cheng Da admitted sheepishly, scratching his head.

"Fine, stay if you want," Lin Xuan said with a nod.

"Thanks, Boss!" Cheng Da and Cheng Er grinned in unison.

Lin Xuan returned to the private room.

Wang Dahe was still in the middle of a drinking contest with others.

"Drink, drink, drink! Tonight, we don’t stop until we drop!" Wang Dahe declared boldly, one foot propped on a chair as he raised his glass.

Lin Xuan sighed.

Wang Dahe’s alcohol tolerance wasn’t great, but that never stopped him from being the most enthusiastic participant.

Whatever.

He might as well take him home.

"Dahe, let me take you back," Lin Xuan said, walking over.

"Xuan? You’re back?" Wang Dahe slurred, his face flushed. "Weren’t you resting in your room?"

"I finished what I needed to do," Lin Xuan replied. "Come on, I’ll get you home."

Wang Dahe nodded drunkenly. "Good idea… wouldn’t want some woman taking advantage of me."

Lin Xuan: "…"

That was the least of his worries.

Meanwhile, back in the hotel room…

Lin Li was still trapped with Older Chen and Second Chen.

Hidden in the shadows, Cheng Er whispered excitedly, "Bro, the reporters are here! The show’s about to start!"

"Yeah," Cheng Da replied, his tone calm, but his eyes were fixed intently on the door, unwilling to miss a second.

"Move, move, move! If they’re too quick, we might miss the best part!"

Noisy chatter echoed from the direction of the elevators.

The reporters were skeptical at first.

Given Lin Xuan’s looks and status, even if he were into men, he could have anyone he wanted—why resort to something so messy?

And why get caught?

Still, better safe than sorry. If it was a hoax, they’d just wasted a trip. But if it was real? Goldmine.

Inside the room, Lin Li stared at the two men in horror, despair creeping into his heart.

He was a man—yet here he was, about to be violated by two other men.

Disgusting!

This was all Lin Xuan’s fault!

If only Lin Xuan had fallen for the trap like he was supposed to—then he’d be the one suffering right now.

Lin Xuan had brought this upon him!

A surge of hatred burned in Lin Li’s chest.

He wanted revenge.

But no matter what he tried, Lin Xuan always walked away unscathed—while he was the one who ended up paying the price.

It wasn’t fair!

Then, a terrifying realization struck him.

He’d called the reporters shortly after seeing Lin Xuan drink the spiked wine.

If he didn’t get out now, they’d burst in and capture everything—him, these two men—and the whole world would know.

No. He had to escape.

"Let—let me go!" Lin Li thrashed wildly. "I need to leave!"

"I’m the eldest son of the Lin family! You can’t do this to me!"

SLAP!

Older Chen struck him hard across the face.

The drug—meant for livestock—had left the Chen brothers half-lucid but still consumed by lust.

Older Chen spat in disgust.

"Eldest son of the Lin family? Don’t make me laugh. Starlight Group’s already bankrupt—you’re nothing now!"

"Lin Xuan’s untouchable, and you nearly got us killed. If we don’t teach you a lesson today, I’ll change my damn surname!"

Terror and helplessness swallowed Lin Li whole.

Outside, the reporters had reached the door.

The sounds from inside were loud enough to be heard even through the door.

The reporters’ excitement skyrocketed.

Those noises—there was no mistaking what was happening.

They’d thought the tip might be fake, but this? This was real.

Perfect!

Lin Xuan, the head of Skyline Corporation, caught in a scandal with two men? This was front-page material!

One reporter couldn’t wait. "Let’s go in now—if we wait too long, we might miss the best parts!"

"Right!"

They pushed the door open and barged in.

Cheng Da and Cheng Er, now wearing masks, stepped out from their hiding spot, blending in as curious bystanders.

The moment the reporters entered, their eyes landed on the three men on the floor.

Not a stitch of clothing in sight.

And Lin Li—sprawled beneath them.

Reporters: "!!!"

They’d expected something wild, but this? This was beyond anything they’d imagined.

Snapping out of their shock, they raised their cameras.

Click! Click! Click!

They recorded frantically.

This was explosive content—they couldn’t afford to miss a single second!

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