"Move, move!" Lin Li screamed in utter despair.
"Stop filming! Do you hear me? Get the hell out of here!"
His head was buzzing with noise—they were really here. They would undoubtedly sensationalize what had happened between him and those two men.
His reputation would be ruined.
Even walking outside, he’d be met with pointing fingers and whispers.
"Click," "click"—the reporters kept recording and snapping photos relentlessly.
Older Chen and Second Chen, still under the influence of drugs, showed no signs of stopping despite the audience.
Cheng Da and Cheng Er caught glimpses of the scene through the gaps in the crowd.
Damn!
They felt like their eyes were about to get infected!
And those sounds—
Ugh, absolutely disgusting!
Without a word, Cheng Da and Cheng Er turned and left.
Sure, the drama was entertaining, but it was too revolting to stomach.
Their boss had been wise not to stick around for this mess.
In the hotel staff group chat:
[Big scandal! Three men were caught together in a room on the eighth floor. And guess what? One of them seems to be Lin Li—the same Lin Li who made headlines after becoming a eunuch.]
The message exploded in the group.
[Are they still there?]
[Still going at it! I’m here live—it’s wild! There’s a whole crowd of reporters. Anyone who wants to witness this, hurry over!]
The staff buzzed with excitement, rushing to the scene.
The managers stroked their chins—with so many people gathered, they had to maintain order. After all, if something went wrong, it’d be on them.
Not that they were going just for the gossip, of course.
Hotel guests, noticing the staff flocking in one direction, grew curious and followed.
Soon, the hallway was packed, the crowd spilling out in layers, completely blocking the entrance.
Lin Li’s gaze swept over the sea of people, his face turning as pale as paper.
There were so many of them…
Another half hour passed before Older Chen and Second Chen finally collapsed, unconscious.
Lin Li shoved them aside, staggering to his feet and pulling on his clothes.
Walking with an unnatural gait, he tried to flee the room.
The reporters weren’t about to let him go so easily.
They swarmed him, microphones thrust in his face.
"Mr. Lin Li, was this consensual?"
"Mr. Lin Li, is this a regular thing for you? You used to be with women—is this shift due to your… condition?"
"Mr. Lin Li, can you describe how it felt with two men—?"
"It wasn’t me! I didn’t agree to this!" Lin Li clutched his ears, his voice breaking. "I was set up!"
He liked women!
He would never willingly be with men!
Just the memory of those two pigs on top of him made him want to vomit.
"Get out of my way!" Lin Li roared, his eyes bloodshot, his entire demeanor terrifying.
The reporters, fearing he might snap, quickly parted to let him through.
Head down, Lin Li stumbled out.
Some reporters exchanged confused whispers.
"Wasn’t the tip about Lin Xuan being in this room? How did it turn out to be Lin Li?"
"Must’ve been a mix-up. Doesn’t matter—this footage is explosive. Lin Li’s already controversial. This story’s going viral. Let’s hurry back and get it out."
The journalists rushed off, while the hotel staff relished the drama.
After years in hospitality, they’d seen cheating wives, furious husbands, and scandalous affairs—but never something this outrageous. Three men, unfazed by an audience? Unreal.
Tsk, tsk. Lin Li really knew how to play.
Outside the hotel, passersby gawked and whispered.
"What’s wrong with him? He looks wrecked—bruised lips, bite marks on his neck. What kind of woman goes that hard?"
"And why’s he walking like that? That’s the kind of limp women have after… you know. But a grown man?"
A girl gasped in realization. "Oh! He’s gay!"
Gay?
Ah, right—homosexual.
The crowd’s stares turned judgmental.
Lin Li’s mind was a haze of noise.
He had no idea how to handle this.
Back when Starlight Group was thriving, he’d had armies of PR teams and influencers at his disposal—yet even then, he couldn’t control the narrative. Now, with the company bankrupt, he was defenseless.
One reason he’d tried to reconnect with the Jiang family was for moments like this—their power to swiftly suppress scandals.
But Lin Xuan had ruined everything.
What was he supposed to do now?
The memory of those two bloated men pressing down on him—
"Ugh—"
Lin Li doubled over, dry heaving onto the pavement.
It was peak foot traffic.
Every muttered comment about him felt like a knife.
"I’m not gay!" he bellowed. "I like women!"
He was straight!
So what if he’d lost his manhood?
Even if he was desperate, he’d never turn to men!
The outburst left him dizzy. His vision swam—then darkness.
He collapsed face-first onto the ground.
A bystander rushed to check on him.
"Quick, call an ambulance!"
By the time the paramedics loaded him onto a stretcher, a post was already trending at #1:
[BREAKING: Castrated Lin Li can’t resist—caught in a hotel with two men.]
The attached photos were pixelated (to avoid bans), but the context was unmistakable.
Netizens reacted:
[My eyes! I need bleach.]
[Lin Li’s standards are rock-bottom. Those two greasy pigs? Really?]
[He’s the bottom, right? I mean, with his ‘condition,’ he can’t exactly top.]
[Lin Li’s kinda pretty, though. Wonder how much he charges?]
With Starlight Group going bankrupt, Lin Li must have run out of money and resorted to selling himself. Since he can no longer serve wealthy women, catering to men might still be an option.
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