The wealthy ladies around Lu Zheng suddenly rubbed their arms and complained quietly.

Why is it so cold?

Is the air conditioning too strong?

They instinctively huddled together for warmth, taking the opportunity to completely block Lu Zheng's path.

Even though Lu Zheng's status and position were enough to allow him to do whatever he wanted, not everything went smoothly. For example, he was violent towards women in public, especially at a charity auction where he was trying to cultivate a good image.

Qiao Zhen saw that Lu Zheng, surrounded by beautiful women, had a dark expression on his face. Ignoring his mood, she went to find Yan Simiao.

"Everything is ready!" Yan Simiao excitedly grabbed Qiao Zhen's hand. "There will be a celebrity warm-up performance later. There are quite a few celebrities here today. President Zhang's eyes are practically popping out of their sockets."

Qiao Zhen followed her through a small door on one side of the banquet hall into a long corridor.

The doors on both sides are the dressing rooms where celebrities wait for their performances.

The celebrities were making their final preparations before going on stage, so the corridor was quiet and deserted.

They arrived at the door of the dressing room closest to the emergency evacuation route, pressed their ears against the door, and could faintly hear a man's lewd laughter coming from inside.

"Beautiful lady, you need connections and resources when you first start out here, otherwise you won't make it. Follow me, and I guarantee you'll become famous all over the world!"

"Oh, please don't do that, Mr. Zhang—"

The other was a slightly hoarse female voice, speaking in broken Chinese.

Yan Simiao gestured to Qiao Zhen, and they retreated behind the door of the emergency evacuation passage. There, two men were squatting, wearing sunglasses, with unshaven beards and dressed in a slovenly manner, which seemed out of place with the camera they were holding, which was worth thirty or forty thousand yuan.

"They're reporters from an entertainment weekly, and they've been digging for evidence of Mr. Zhang sexually harassing female celebrities." Yan Simiao scratched her cheek a little embarrassedly. "Even though it's a sting operation, it still depends on whether the fish are willing to take the bait!"

Qiao Zhen nodded.

After waiting for about three minutes, two reporters pounced like leopards, bursting open the dressing room door and screaming inside before closing and locking the door.

Yan Simiao leisurely took out her phone, brought up the live feed, and said, "Live broadcast!"

In the video, Mr. Zhang is disheveled, with a lewd smile on his face. He is tearing off the female celebrity's long trench coat, revealing half of her shoulder.

Without saying a word, the reporters started snapping photos of them.

"What are you doing!" General Manager Zhang shouted angrily, hurriedly covering himself with his clothes. "I was discussing work with Miss Sontica, what are you doing barging in here and causing trouble!"

The reporter scoffed, "I didn't expect Mr. Zhang to have this kind of taste."

Mr. Zhang was completely baffled. "I don't care what you mean, get out of here right now, or I'll call the police!"

"Go ahead and report it!" The reporter arrogantly showed Mr. Zhang the unsightly state captured on camera.

Mr. Zhang didn't even bother to look at the photos. "You just wait!"

As he spoke, he looked down and pretended to take out his phone.

This slight bow of his head nearly scared Mr. Zhang out of his wits.

Miss Sonticha's coat slipped open, revealing her exquisite leather skirt that accentuated her stunning figure, but...

He stared at the strange bulge between his legs.

"Ms. Sonticha is a man, and she hasn't had the sex reassignment surgery yet," the reporter reminded her with a smile, showing the camera again. The photos were very clear, completely capturing Mr. Zhang's disheveled appearance and Sonticha's half-open clothes.

"Don't expose them." Sonticha rolled his eyes, his voice dropping from the affected tone to his usual rough male voice.

Mr. Zhang was stunned and incredulous, but then became furious and jumped up to snatch the camera.

The reporters nimbly dodged aside and moved to the door. "With just a gentle turn of the handle, we can let the whole world know about Mr. Zhang's little quirk."

If word gets out that Mr. Zhang is associating with transgender people, he won't be able to make a living not only in Jiangcheng, but also in the whole country!

He was panting heavily and asked in a harsh voice, "How much money do you want?"

The reporter said, "Twenty million is just a drop in the bucket for Mr. Zhang."

Mr. Zhang scoffed, "I didn't bring that much money with me. I'll transfer it to you when I get back. Delete the photos first."

The reporter shook his head, his attitude becoming even more insistent, "That won't do. We don't trust Mr. Zhang. Mr. Zhang will give us whatever he has. Otherwise, every ten minutes we will upload screenshots of some photos online. It is estimated that within an hour, everyone will be able to appreciate Mr. Zhang's unique taste."

Ten minutes later, Qiao Zhen returned to the banquet hall, where a warm-up performance was underway. A well-known idol group was singing and dancing on stage, and their dynamic songs and colorful lights enlivened the atmosphere of the entire venue.

The lighting was too messy, and she couldn't see where Lu Zheng was. She originally planned to find an empty seat and then send him the photo she had via text message.

To her surprise, a hostess appeared before her, smiling and inviting her to follow her.

She said she didn't need it, but the hostess was very insistent, so she had no choice but to go along with it.

Unsurprisingly, she was led to table number one.

The seat next to Lu Zheng was empty. Although countless eyes were eyeing it, no one dared to sit down next to him.

"Please sit down." The hostess pulled out a chair.

Qiao Zhen pursed her lips and sat down.

Multicolored light slid across the man's excessively handsome face, but could not dispel the eerie chill. Compared to the chatting and laughing guests, he was an absolute anomaly.

She thought Lu Zheng would ask her where she was going, but after waiting for several minutes, the scoundrel didn't even turn his head.

Each table could have easily seated ten people, but the organizers only arranged for six. There was ample space between each guest, and her seat was particularly close to Lu Zheng's, so she was even further away from the people on either side, and she wasn't afraid of being overheard when she spoke.

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