After saying that, He Mingxiao left quickly.

Nan Xian heard him say something to Assistant Jiang outside the door, followed by the sound of a car door closing and the car driving away.

This is... officially the end.

She stared blankly at something for a while, a familiar emptiness rising in her chest.

For a moment, she felt as if she were trapped in a giant glass fish tank, and everything outside became blurry in her eyes.

She could clearly hear her own heartbeat, one beat after another, throbbing painfully, as if she were being pulled by an invisible thread.

"......sister?"

Ding He knocked on the door cautiously.

Nan Xian suddenly came to her senses. She quickly wiped her eyes, and a crystal tear disappeared into her fingertip.

When she turned around, her expression had returned to normal, a faint smile playing on her lips, her eyes flickering slightly.

"Ding He, the itinerary has changed. Please cancel your plane ticket."

Nan Xian did not return to the capital as originally planned. Since she had no other engagements in the past few days, she stayed on the grounds of relaxing and traveling.

She needed to figure out Kou Xiangxin's purpose in searching for the tree spirit.

After using some of her connections, she quickly obtained the room number of the hotel where Kou Xiangxin was currently staying.

The next day, she went to a shopping mall in the city center alone and returned to her hotel in the evening with her bags.

After reviewing the "battle" plan again, Nan Xian closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and clenched her fist to cheer herself up.

We will definitely succeed!

That night, the city lights came on, and the neon lights shone brightly.

Kou Xiangxin held his phone, his gaze focused on the photo on the screen.

Fresh and beautiful young bodies, both men and women, wore only a few pieces of cloth and some silk ropes that could hardly be called clothes, barely covering a few key areas, and were studded with sequins, rhinestones, and cheap fake gemstones.

They struck poses that made them look the most "appetizing," displaying suggestive expressions.

Like dolls in a shop window, the buyers are clearly not just innocent children.

The elevator arrived on the first floor and made a "ding" sound. Kou Xiangxin didn't even look up and stepped out.

According to a friend in the industry, there's a bar nearby with lots of beautiful women, making it a perfect place to hook up with someone.

The bar owner was a rich second-generation heir of about the same age as Kou Xiangxin. He initially just opened the bar for fun, but in recent years, his father's business grew bigger and bigger, and he got to know a big shot—the top leader of Yangcheng.

In just six months, the nearly sixty-year-old tycoon married the younger sister of a rich second-generation.

When one person attains enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs benefit. Relying on such a powerful relative, the rich second-generation became fearless and his audacity gradually grew.

Ostensibly a bar, it secretly provides "special services" to the wealthy. Because of its diverse services and powerful connections, it is not afraid of being investigated. The bar's reputation quickly spread in the industry, and many celebrities are regulars.

When his friends learned that Kou Xiangxin had come to Yangcheng, they extended a warm invitation.

Kou Xiangxin had been immersed in the pleasure quarters since he was a teenager, so how could he miss out on such fun? He immediately agreed.

not to mention--

Thinking that he had achieved his primary goal in coming to Yangcheng, he was even more smug, and the desire that he had not been able to relieve due to filming was almost clamoring to be released inside him.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

Ever since I stepped out of the elevator, I've had this eerie feeling that I'm being watched.

Could it be paparazzi?

Kou Xiangxin frowned and looked up warily, scanning his surroundings.

As night fell, the hotel lobby was not busy. Groups of travelers sat in the lounge area, chatting or looking at their phones. A receptionist was introducing room types to a woman in a black trench coat.

His gaze slid downwards, landing on the section of the woman's leg that was visible beneath her trench coat.

Nude stockings tightly hugged that elegant curve, and high heels clicked on the marble floor, the exposed bright red soles like a flame burning in the dark night of the wilderness, leaping and releasing heat.

Kou Xiangxin narrowed his eyes, a hint of interest flashing across them. He was about to step forward and strike up a conversation when his phone suddenly vibrated.

It was a video sent by that friend.

In the dimly lit private room, bottles of wine were piled up, and bodies were entangled. A friend raised a bottle of red wine and poured it over a girl wearing cat ears and a bell collar.

The girl knelt on the ground, her cheeks flushed, her mouth obediently open.

His friend laughed and shouted to the camera, "Young Master Kou, aren't you coming? Let's get started!"

"Heh..." Kou Xiangxin couldn't help but lick his lips, a lustful glint in his eyes.

When I looked up again, the woman in the trench coat had disappeared.

However, he had completely lost the idea of ​​striking up a conversation. His mind was filled with images of those white, intertwined bodies. Although he was a little disappointed that he couldn't see the woman in the trench coat's face, he quickly put that small regret aside, turned off the screen, and walked out of the hotel.

A head wearing a cleaner's hat peeked out from behind the money tree in the corner of the lobby.

Nan Xian squatted on the ground, holding a rag, and wiped the edge of the flower pot half-heartedly.

She turned her gaze from the doorway to the direction where the woman in the trench coat had disappeared, and blinked.

Kou Xiangxin was trying to strike up a conversation with her, wasn't he?

but--

I just happened to see the face of the "woman" in the trench coat.

Despite her heavy makeup and the fact that she deliberately concealed her neck, she was still easily recognizable.

That's a... cross-dressing guy.

Kou Xiangxin's chauvinism is deeply ingrained, and his homophobia is written all over his face. If he knew that the "beautiful woman" he wanted to seduce was actually a man, then...

"Pfft."

Nan Xian imagined him jumping up and down with a dark face, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.