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Chapter 700 - You Are in Love with Me, Aren’t You? (22)
Chapter 700 - You Are in Love with Me, Aren’t You? (22)
Chapter 700: You Are in Love with Me, Aren’t You? (22)
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Zhou Jing had intended to return to the hotel suite after ending the call with the investor.
Being intoxicated, however, the investor was unusually chatty on the phone. He was even generous and optimistic, claiming that it would not be an issue for Liang Doukou to star as the lead in Director Lin’s current movie and even the next one.
While Zhou Jing was impatient with his boasting, she concealed her feelings and sweet talked the investor to please him. When the call finally ended, Zhou Jing glanced at the call duration and saw she’d been on the phone for 2 hours and 10 minutes.
She hurriedly made her way back to Mr. Yang’s suite.
After knocking on the door for a long time, Liang Doukou finally opened it. Her hair was tousled, and her clothes were a mess. Her lipstick had smeared, and the clear marks of kisses were planted on her fair neck.
It was obvious that during the time that Zhou Jing had been on the phone that Mr. Yang had tried to force himself on Liang Doukou. But because her clothes were all in one piece, beyond molesting her, he hadn’t crossed the line.
Zhou Jing could tell that Liang Doukou’s fury was on the verge of exploding.
Fortunately, he hasn’t raped her, because she can’t afford to offend Mr. Yang.
If Liang Doukou can’t make the cut in the entertainment industry anymore, she will inevitably have to groom the newbies and continue to deal with Mr. Yang.
She would be a fool to burn bridges…
Thus, without much thought, she flashed Liang Doukou a look to signal to her to maintain her composure and not risk a falling out with Mr. Yang. After closing the door shut, she clung onto Liang Doukou’s arms and led her back into the room with a bright smile. After a short diplomatic exchange with Mr. Yang, she escorted the fuming Liang Doukou out of the suite.
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On the morning of the fourth day of Gu Yusheng’s departure from Hangzhou, shocking news made its way across social media.
Regretfully, Qin Zhi’ai was asleep at that moment and, by the time she knew about it, it was already eight o’clock the next morning.
That day, after brushing her teeth, she had whipped out her cell phone habitually during breakfast. As she scanned through her group chats, she came upon a news item that her university classmate had shared: “National Idol Liang Doukou Was Unfaithful?”
Unfaithful?
Wasn’t she not married to Gu Yusheng? How could she be unfaithful to him?
Qin Zhi’ai’s mind was slightly muddled as she continued to scroll down the chat thread, but she became more alert as she realized that night owls had been commenting sarcastically all night while she had been sleeping.
Qin Zhi’ai then opened her newsfeed and got the shock of her life: Out of the top 10 trending topic headlines, Liang Doukou’s name was in 8 of them.
And the headlines themselves were startling: “Liang Doukou’s Infidelity,””National Whore Liang Doukou,””Liang Doukou Throwing Herself onto Another at Night,” and “Liang Doukou, the Fastest Two-Timer in History,” as a sampling.
Qin Zhi’ai randomly clicked one of the headlines and was exposed to a flood of nasty, abusive comments.
“Never judge a book by its cover. Cheating when she’s only one week into their marriage! Liang Doukou, the sluttiest whore in the history of mankind!”
“Liang Doukou lives one day less with every Like for this comment.”
“I hope that people will stop just scolding Liang Doukou and that someone will actually step up and bash her up!”
“Liang Doukou: I don’t even want my babe, so why would I want my pride?”
“Liang Doukou, you should actually be in the sports industry. Congrats on winning Slut of the Year Award!”