The Young Lady Takes the Blame, First Calls for Her Wife, Then Drops the Equipment...

In the villa, on the second floor.

Inside Lin Baizhi's room.

The girl's soft murmurs, which had been echoing in the room, suddenly ceased at a certain moment. They carried exhaustion, carried... well, in short, she was tired, but not completely exhausted. This kind of tiredness was worth it; the girl never seemed to tire of it.

The only downside was that it made the girl's already somewhat frail and not particularly robust body increasingly listless, keeping her in a perpetual state of "weakness."

Fortunately, the people around her didn't find it strange. After all, ever since they'd known her, in their perception, the girl had always been this "Daiyu-like" figure—sickly and delicate. At most, they found it a bit odd: she had been recuperating all these years, seemed fine for a while, but then how did she become weak again?

It was truly puzzling...

The girl's voice stopped, replaced by the faint glow of a phone screen appearing in the room.

Silence!

An eerily dreadful silence!

Lin Baizhi remained frozen in this posture for a full five minutes: one hand clutching her school uniform held to her nose, the other holding her phone, staring blankly at the message on the screen.

"It must be from not sleeping early; I'm even having nightmares now. I really need to go to bed earlier from now on..."

"Hmm... maybe cut back a bit..."

"Probably don't need to cut back. Just sleep early and take some medicinal herbs to nourish myself, and it should be fine. Hmm... sleep, time to sleep..."

Lin Baizhi muttered to herself, trying to hypnotize herself into believing she had misread it. This was just punishment for a child staying up late, a nightmare so realistic it felt close to reality, coming in the dead of night... Otherwise, how could she possibly see such terrifying news?

Based on her understanding, her brother would absolutely never spend money on a hotel. He'd deliberate for ages over a youth hostel costing a dozen bucks a night, only to conclude that a bridge underpass, a park bench, the lobby outside an airport, or a bank... were more practical options.

Spending money on a hotel? Absolutely impossible. Let alone a five-star hotel like this.

Lin Baizhi recognized the five-star hotel displayed on her phone. She had already fully taken over all the businesses of the Lin Group years ago, including holdings and participations. Lin Baizhi had some involvement in most matters.

And this particular five-star hotel? The Lin Group had a stake in it too, of course. They weren't the major shareholders, holding only a very small portion.

That small portion was because the hotel's construction had occupied a piece of land under the Lin Group's control back then. The Lin Group didn't ask for a land transfer fee; instead, they took shares in the hotel after its completion—a shrewd investment.

The person who negotiated this deal back then was Lin Baizhi's father, Lin Tianxiong. It proved he was indeed a business prodigy. Even that small share had long since exceeded the value of that original plot of land.

It provided a stable annual income.

This hotel was built and funded by the He family. The reason they could get the land approved was due to their special status. The authorities in Great Sea City turned a blind eye and gave them a favor price.

Otherwise, in a place like Great Sea City, which had long been saturated, wanting to build a hotel?

Dream on!

The place was full of wealthy people. Once built, it was a guaranteed profitable venture. Why would they give it to you? Just because you have money?

Sorry, there are plenty of rich people. Money alone isn't enough. In the eyes of the real "aristocracy," having money just makes you a nouveau riche at best, something not fit for polite society.

Besides money, you need a "little bit" of something else to tip the scales. Coincidentally, the He family "just happened" to have it.

In other words, aside from the He family, no outsider in Great Sea City could have secured that land. Only behemoths like the Du family or the Dongfang Family would have had the qualifications to swallow it. Others could only dream.

Even the Lin Group wasn't qualified; they were still a notch short. Only figures like the Young Lady and the Student Council President were in a league of their own in Great Sea City!

The Student Council President's capabilities need no elaboration. Becoming Student Council President immediately upon enrollment—that's power!

The Young Lady kept a low profile, but just as Ye Cheng liked to joke flippantly in his spare time, she had "three thousand underlings, could fight from the South Heavenly Gate all the way to Hokkaido..." Even the principal was one of her underlings. Truly terrifying!

Only the Young Lady and the Student Council President were that special. Everyone else, no matter how impressive, were merely "spectators" standing below, clapping, cheering, and casting votes.

Lin Baizhi closed her eyes in self-deception, turned off her phone, and blissfully hugged the clothes in her arms, ready to fall asleep...

A few minutes later.

Lin Baizhi's eyes were bloodshot, filled with red veins, visibly reddening with rage at a visible speed, her defenses shattered. The sound of gritted teeth echoed through the villa.

"Shen Qinghan!!!"

Starring the powerless little sister, the current President, CEO, and Chief Executive of the Lin Group... Lin Baizhi.

...

Meanwhile.

At the five-star hotel.

Ding!

A clear, lingering elevator arrival chime sounded as the doors slid open. Ye Cheng supported the heavily intoxicated and barely conscious Tang Yuyao as they stepped out of the elevator and walked down the corridor.

As they left, the elevator doors slowly closed behind them.

"Damn it, there are just too many thirsty women these days!"

The moment the doors shut, Ye Cheng cursed under his breath. Just now, during the ride up, inside the elevator, Ye Cheng had been "accidentally" bumped into at least ten times, with several women taking turns.

It was as if the women in the elevator had conspired. One would "unintentionally" squeeze him, another would "unintentionally" brush against him—all with the ultimate goal of "accidentally" leaning into Ye Cheng.

Some were even more brazen, not bothering to act. After bumping into Ye Cheng, they refused to move away, insisting on apologizing and asking to add him on WeChat to "deeply discuss" the apology later.

"Oops... little brother, I'm so sorry for bumping into you. Let's add each other on WeChat. After you get your girlfriend to her room, come find me, sis. I'll give you a proper apology~"

Damn it!

Was that an apology? I'm almost embarrassed to call you out on it!

If it were before, Ye Cheng would have definitely shown these she-wolves in the elevator what real footwork and serpentine movement were all about. If you could so much as touch me, I'd concede!

But unfortunately, Ye Cheng couldn't showcase his agility now.

From the moment Tang Yuyao and Ye Cheng entered the elevator, their position had been in a corner. Tang Yuyao was inside, with Ye Cheng shielding her from the outside, as the elevator was quite crowded.

Especially since many people who originally weren't taking this particular elevator, upon seeing a "specimen" like Ye Cheng, had their eyes light up and squeezed in, hoping for closer contact. With everyone doing this, the elevator naturally became packed.

Although Tang Yuyao was drunk and somewhat incoherent, she still retained a sliver of awareness. Upon entering the elevator, she clearly felt the crowding and the "solid" figure shielding her in front, giving her an inexplicable sense of security.

Tang Yuyao's mind went blank. Forget it, she thought. She wrapped both arms around Ye Cheng, buried her face in his chest, and let out soft, contented murmurs. She felt fantastic right now, so she was going to lean on him, just lean on him!

And then... Tang Yuyao once again sensed the prying gazes of the surrounding "hussies"!

Bumping into someone once could be an accident, twice might still be an accident, but damn, "accidentally" bumping over and over? What the hell was that supposed to mean!

Tang Yuyao was furious. She was ready to teach these "hussies" a lesson, to let them know that what belonged to Tang Yuyao was hers alone. Don't even think about touching, they couldn't even look!

"You son of a... mmmph..."

Tang Yuyao's "bitch" got stuck in her throat. Before she could even unleash her "taunting" warning to the audacious "hussies" around her, Ye Cheng successfully interrupted her casting.

Ye Cheng clamped his hand firmly over Tang Yuyao's mouth, a cold sweat bead appearing on his forehead. Only after successfully restraining the irritable, salty (good-for-nothing) doctor in front of him did he let out a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness he reacted quickly. Otherwise, Tang Yuyao would have let out a "Tryndamere roar" right in the middle of the crowd, drawing the aggro of everyone present. That would have been a real party.

As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands. With so many people in the elevator, the consequence of Tang Yuyao's recklessness might well have been transforming from the previously mentioned "little boy stuck in the washing machine" to a "little boy stuck in the elevator"...

For the sake of his own skin... for his own safety, Ye Cheng chose to hard-CC (crowd control) Tang Yuyao.

With Ye Cheng's hand over her mouth, Tang Yuyao continued her "battle," chattering incessantly, her words muffled and unclear. But judging from the vibrations and rhythm transmitted through his hand, it wasn't hard to tell it was a speech with an extremely high "mother-calling" content.

This went on for dozens of seconds without a single pause. Ye Cheng couldn't help but marvel. What was she doing being a doctor? She was clearly in the wrong profession. She was perfect rap material. The salvation of Dragon Country's rap scene!

Ye Cheng had prevented a thrilling drama of "little boy stuck in the elevator." As a result, the pack of female wolves in the elevator—the ones with "broken high heels," "drunk from alcohol," "legs weak from sickness"—had an absolute field day. Conversely, Ye Cheng was mercilessly groped by these female wolves in the elevator!

Damn it! A bunch of degenerates!

With a ding, the ordeal ended. Ye Cheng felt as if a great weight had been lifted, his face full of relief. Supporting Tang Yuyao, he stepped out of the elevator. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but at the moment the doors closed, he seemed to hear sounds of regret and sighing from the female wolves inside, as if they were lamenting not seizing the chance to cop a few more feels.

Ye Cheng: "..."

Society was still too dangerous. Boys must protect themselves when going out. All boys are sweet, soft little cakes, ahhh...

"You jerk... it's, it's all your fault... I haven't even finished scolding those hussies yet..."

Once away from the elevator, Ye Cheng finally released his hand from over Tang Yuyao's mouth. The moment she could speak, Tang Yuyao unleashed an extremely strong "attack power," launching indiscriminate verbal assaults. As the primary victim, Ye Cheng's response was... I won't say a word until my lawyer arrives!

Tang Yuyao swayed unsteadily. After fiercely cursing Ye Cheng, her tone immediately softened again. She hugged Ye Cheng and rubbed her face forcefully against his chest a couple of times.

"Mine... why should they get to touch, hehe..."

Ye Cheng: "..."

I won't say a word until my lawyer arrives!!!

Ye Cheng supported Tang Yuyao as they wandered through the hotel, looking for the room number that matched their key card.

"Room 777... this is it."

Ye Cheng stopped, glanced at the number, pulled the key card from his pants pocket, and placed it against the lock.

Beep!

A crisp electronic sound was heard, followed by a click as the door in front of them unlocked.

Not bad, this room number was pretty auspicious. Ye Cheng put away the card and helped Tang Yuyao into the room.

He inserted the key card into the slot.

Whoosh! The room instantly lit up!

"Hiss... damn rich people!"

Once the lights came on and Ye Cheng could see the room's layout clearly, he drew a sharp breath. Barring any miracles, a poor guy like him would probably never get to stay in a super-sized penthouse like this that cost a six-figure sum per night.

It was terrifying. The living room alone was nearly a hundred square meters. There was also a bedroom, a shower room, a study... Where had he been brought? Was this even still the country? Switch him back to the common folk channel, please!

"Dr. Tang, you lie here for a bit. I'm going to wash my..."

"Slap!"

"Call me wifey!"

Ye Cheng: "..."

First of all... forget it, let's skip the formalities. He called her wifey.

Ye Cheng had placed Tang Yuyao on the enormous sofa in the living room. He went to the bathroom first to splash some water on his face, considering it a way to sober up, after all, he'd drunk several cases...

Splash, splash... The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Outside, in the living room, Tang Yuyao, sprawled on the sofa and free from Ye Cheng's supervision, began to get restless...

"Mmm... so hot... so uncomfortable..."

Tang Yuyao's face was flushed red. She let out a couple of murmurs, casually kicked her long legs a few times. Thud, thud. Almost simultaneously, crisp sounds of something hitting the floor were heard. The silver-white high-heeled sandals were kicked off. Having done that, Tang Yuyao immediately started tugging at the collar of her clothes...

"Off with it, hehe..."

Ye Cheng was inside, sobering up. Tang Yuyao was outside... dropping loot!

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