"Call Taotao over too."
In the hotel's underground parking lot, Zhou Yiyi wore a hat and a mask, with a woman nestled against each of his sides.
Still unsatisfied, he turned back to the manager in the car and said,
Guo Yan froze for a moment. After a long pause, she said, "Yiyi, forget it. Aren't two enough? Besides, Taotao isn't exactly a respectable girl."
The "Taotao" Zhou Yiyi had mentioned was actually a high-end call girl.
Her clients were all rich or famous.
Zhou Yiyi had only recently hooked up with her, but he was quite taken with her.
That was because he always thought Taotao looked a little like Feng Bingbing.
Hearing the manager's words, Zhou Yiyi chuckled and glanced at the two women beside him. "What's so fun about respectable women?"
The two mistresses, numbers three and four, giggled along with him.
Guo Yan urged him, "Yiyi, forget it. Don't take things too far. What if she finds out?"
"Just do what I tell you! Why all the chatter? I'm so famous—what can she do if she finds out?" Zhou Yiyi said impatiently.
Guo Yan had no choice but to call Taotao. She happened to be in Jiangrong, and after they agreed on a price, Taotao said she'd come right over.
Only then was Zhou Yiyi satisfied. He took the two women into the elevator.
"Keep an eye on things nearby. Be careful!"
Guo Yan gave the two junior assistants a reminder, then left.
She felt exhausted and wanted to go back to her room and rest.
Managing a young star who'd gotten famous and forgotten his place was truly exhausting.
Cheating on three women was bad enough, but he'd also gone and provoked Feng Bingbing.
Her status was no lower than yours, okay?
Your current popularity was all thanks to your fans. Feng Bingbing relied on her work. She and a pure traffic star like you weren't even in the same league.
Without good work, you could only be famous for a while.
With good work, you could stay famous for a lifetime.
As if she'd ever be interested in you!
How could Guo Yan not know her artist was an idiot? But what could she do when he had so many brainless fans?
The company had to rely on him to make money for the next couple of years. Once Zhou Yiyi wasn't popular anymore, I'll finally be free, right?
With rosy hopes for the future, Guo Yan took another elevator upstairs and went to her room to rest.
But she didn't notice that after Zhou Yiyi and the two women got into the elevator, two hotel employees had followed them in.
They both looked honest and harmless. Only after watching Zhou Yiyi and the two women leave the elevator did smiles appear on their faces.
"Fan Circle Gecko, I've landed. Where are Zhou Yiyi and those two sluts? Send me their location right now!"
At that moment, outside Jiangrong Airport,
a woman in designer clothes and sunglasses climbed angrily into a luxury car and told the driver,
"Uncle Liu, take me to the hotel at this location! And get more people to come over!"
"Yes, Miss."
The woman was Zhou Min, daughter of the chairman of one of China's top 500 companies.
Her father also held shares in the entertainment agency Zhou Yiyi belonged to.
Zhou Min had taken a liking to Zhou Yiyi back when he was still a trainee.
Thanks to his connection with the heiress, Zhou Yiyi had received the company's full support. Combined with his "delicate" looks, he'd quickly attracted a large following.
In just a few years, he'd become a top star.
But no one had ever known about Zhou Yiyi's relationship with Zhou Min.
Unlike those brainless fans, Zhou Min had taken her relationship with Zhou Yiyi seriously, and had already discussed marriage with her father.
After all, she'd soon be thirty. Zhou Yiyi might have been a bit of an idiot, but he treated her quite well.
But Zhou Min had never imagined that
her young boyfriend, who'd only become famous because of her, would dare to cheat on her!
And not just once, but twice!
Zhou Min was burning with rage. She wished she could fly straight to that hotel and have those three adulterers stuffed into a pig cage!
As for the "Fan Circle Gecko" who'd tipped her off, Zhou Min had had someone look into him.
He was a famous figure in the entertainment industry, one of the top paparazzi agency Sky Curtain's members.
For years, the mysterious Sky Curtain had hung over countless celebrities like a sword of Damocles.
The stars who basked in the glow of fame were always on edge, afraid their dirty laundry might suddenly be exposed.
Their fans were also deeply wary of Sky Curtain, afraid their idols might one day be ruined by them.
Some fan groups had even banned members from mentioning those two words.
Zhou Min had never imagined that one day she'd have dealings with the mysterious Sky Curtain.
And that the reason would be her boyfriend cheating on her!
But she didn't feel wary of or resentful toward Sky Curtain.
After all, if they hadn't told her the truth, she'd still be a fool planning to marry a scumbag like Zhou Yiyi!
Love really does make you stupid!
Zhou Min felt as if her heart were on fire. Amid her rage, she kept urging the driver to go faster.
Finally, twenty minutes later, the car arrived at the hotel.
As soon as Zhou Min got out, she received a message from "Fan Circle Gecko":
"Eleventh floor, 1105."
By then, a group of bodyguards summoned by the butler had arrived too. Zhou Min led them into the hotel and charged into the elevator.
The other guests waiting for the elevator sensed trouble and chose to wait for the next one, not daring to get in.
Only one hotel waiter, who'd already been inside the elevator, stared in shock as a crowd of burly men rushed in.
The waiter was pushing a food cart, probably bringing a meal someone had just ordered.
Zhou Min paid no attention to a lowly waiter. She only glared at the numbers above the elevator doors.
At last, they reached the eleventh floor, and Zhou Min rushed out.
"Miss!"
The bodyguards hurried after her.
The employee seemed to be delivering food to the eleventh floor as well, and followed them out with his cart.
Zhou Min charged up to room 1105 and was about to knock, but suddenly stopped.
She didn't have a keycard. What if Zhou Yiyi refused to open the door, no matter how much she shouted?
Besides, her status meant she couldn't afford to make an ugly scene in public.
As Zhou Min tried to think of a way to trick Zhou Yiyi into opening the door, the waiter pushed his cart over and stopped in front of 1105. He said timidly,
"Sorry, I'm here to deliver a meal. Could you, could you move aside?"
The burly men turned to stare at him. The employee shrank back, about to leave, when Zhou Min suddenly called out to him:
"You're delivering food to 1105?"
The waiter nodded.
Zhou Min looked him up and down. He had a plain face, utterly ordinary, the sort of person no one would look twice at.
"Go knock on the door," Zhou Min ordered.
The waiter trembled with fright. He had no choice but to walk over, knock, and call inside,
"Hello, room service."
"Who is it? Didn't I tell you to come back later?!"
An impatient voice came from inside. A moment later, the door opened.
Zhou Yiyi appeared in his pajamas, with several red lipstick marks on his face and an annoyed look, as if someone had interrupted him in the middle of a good time.
"Deliver my ass! I'm going to complain about you!"
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