Song Hengjue's eyes were bloodshot, two buttons on his shirt were undone, his clothes were disheveled, one foot was on the railing outside the balcony, and half of his body was hanging in the air, teetering on the verge of falling.

Pointing the wine bottle at the woman opposite him, he gritted his teeth and said, "You...you stay away, or I'll jump."

"I'm not trying to be mean, but you're a grown man, is it really necessary? You can just close your eyes and it'll be over in a second. Hurry up and get down." The woman sighed and strode over to pull him down.

"Don't come any closer, or I'll really jump!" Song Hengjue's face turned pale.

He stumbled backward and nearly fell.

The woman had no idea he would actually jump, and she panicked, her hands and feet trembling: "Don't be impulsive, I won't touch you, I really won't touch you, please come down."

She was filled with remorse. If she had known she would be involved in someone's death, she wouldn't have dared to do such a thing, not even if she were offered 20,000!

Several reporters behind Yang Qingheng rushed in, but when they saw what was inside, their jaws nearly dropped to the ground.

The naive young man looked at Yang Qingheng strangely: "Boss Yang, this..."

This isn't Bo Xiang's boss soliciting prostitutes at all; if you didn't know better, you'd think he was being raped!

Yang Qingheng: ...

When Sister-in-law Sun saw that familiar face inside, her eyes widened in disbelief. She fumbled around for a while but couldn't pick them up. Hesitant to speak, she leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "Qingheng, what... what do we do now?"

"What can we do!" Yang Qingheng gritted her teeth in anger and ordered, "Send these reporters away, don't let them go out and spread rumors, and delete all the photos."

Sister-in-law Sun understood and called out, "It's a private room in the hotel. No one is allowed to take pictures of other people's privacy. Come with me."

The reporters were all shrewd; they understood exactly what the women meant. They obediently followed Sister Sun out, took the bribe, and deleted the photos.

Only that clueless young man remained silent, holding his camera.

Sister-in-law Sun narrowed her eyes: "What, are you trying to leak the privacy of our hotel guests?"

"You invited us here today, so why can't I report on it if I took the photos!" The hothead gritted his teeth and refused to back down.

The headline "Boss of Boxiang Technology Company Jumps Off Building in the Middle of the Night to Prove His Innocence" is sure to cause a sensation. If she reports this, wouldn't she get a permanent position? Maybe she can even become famous overnight.

Isn't such explosive news more worthwhile than a thousand dollars? She couldn't understand it.

As soon as she finished speaking, the other reporters pursed their lips and looked over, all with expressions of watching a show. Only the old reporter from the same newspaper was exasperated and slapped her on the head, shouting angrily, "Xu Yangyang, what nonsense are you spouting!"

He snatched her camera away forcefully and presented it with both hands: "Sister Sun, our new employee at the newspaper is ignorant and offended you. Please be magnanimous and don't bother with a fool like her."

"You newbie still need more practice," Sister Sun said meaningfully, taking out the negatives, waving her hand, and stuffing the money into the man's hand.

He was completely businesslike, devoid of any emotion, his serious face possessing a natural air of authority, utterly lacking the gentleness he displayed in front of Yang Qingheng.

"I'll give her a good scolding when I get back." The old reporter nodded repeatedly, grabbed the hothead's arm, and dragged her outside the hotel.

As soon as he stepped out of the hotel, the hothead gritted his teeth, broke free from his senior's hand, and rushed back.

"If you're going to die, don't drag the newspaper down with you!" the old reporter said angrily.

The hothead was furious and pointed inside: "Why are they so arrogant!"

"Just because she's the hotel owner, because her brand is good, because she can make you starve with just one word!" The old reporter shoved her hard and scolded, "It's her territory. If she says you trespassed, then you trespassed. What right do you have to fight her? Do you have any proof that she let you in?"

Today, those guys were just doing their jobs for money, which isn't exactly honorable. If they angered Assistant Sun, he might team up with another newspaper to publish a news article criticizing and exposing them. Then they'd be seen as unscrupulous reporters who broke into someone's hotel to take photos, and they'd be out of the running in this industry.

Besides, she has a husband who is very successful in politics.

The hothead finally calmed down and lowered his head.

"Put away that look on your face. This is already quite polite," the old reporter said, stuffing the envelope into her pocket. "You earn this much in a year? It's not like you made a wasted trip."

If you encounter a stingy person, they won't give you a single coin, let alone a thousand.

"If you get it, it's yours. Don't go around telling everyone about it when you get back."

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"I've done my best, he's just too difficult," the woman shrugged as she watched everyone leave, clutching the envelope, still unwilling and stubborn. "I've come all this way, I've done my part, so taking 20% ​​isn't unreasonable, is it?"

Yang Qingheng chuckled: "What's given to you is yours. Remember, you're here today for a job interview at Baihe Hotel, to clean rooms properly. This gentleman not only went to the wrong room, but also misunderstood your identity."

"Boss, you're so generous. Don't worry, I know what to do," the woman said with a smile, stuffing the envelope into her pocket and putting her arm around her shoulder, her warm breath gently lingering in her ear. "With such a good thing, why did you come to me?"

He waved his hand and closed the door.

Hearing the two women plotting against him right in front of him, Song Hengjue was both shocked and furious: "Yang Qingheng, you shameless woman! I'm calling the police! I'm going to sue you for indecent assault!"

Yang Qingheng scoffed, casually lifting her long skirt as she sat down on the edge of the bed: "Get down. It's so late at night, and people are seeing a grown man hanging outside acting like he's going to die. Aren't you ashamed?"

"You, you, you! Apologize to me, or else... or else..." Song Hengjue almost bit his teeth to pieces, but couldn't think of the second half of the sentence for a long time.

Yang Qingheng gave a cold look and sneered, "Otherwise what?"

Song Hengjue stiffened his neck, shifted half his body away, and threatened, "Otherwise, I'll jump down and make you the headline tomorrow!"

"You jump! If you don't, you're not a man!" Yang Qingheng wasn't buying it. Pointing outside, she said, "This is the nineteenth floor. If you jump, you'll..."

She paused, then let out a wicked laugh, looking like a witch in the dim light: "Smack, he fell and smashed into a pulp."

Upon hearing this, Song Hengjue subconsciously looked down at his feet. It was sixty or seventy meters high, with pedestrians scattered below, like another world.

A blast of cold air shot up from his crisp trouser legs, and he couldn't help but shiver. His scalp tingled, his ears rang, and he almost fainted from fright.

Yang Qingheng: "Hurry up and climb back."

Song Hengjue was on the verge of tears. Just when Yang Qingheng's patience was about to run out, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth: "...My legs are numb, give me a hand."

"Idiot." Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes and grabbed his arm.

Song Hengjue trembled as he finally stepped inside. His legs gave way and he slid to the ground against the railing. If it weren't for his strong willpower, he would have wet himself in fear.

Seeing Yang Qingheng's arrogant face made his teeth itch: "Yang Qingheng, you've broken the law. You can still apologize now, but if you don't, I'll..."

"Smack!"

Yang Qingheng raised her hand and pinched his chin: "What do you mean?"