"Want to know?"

Tan Yuchen's eyes were dark, carrying an inexplicable danger. "Want me to get you a timer?"

Meng Jiuyi's eyelashes trembled slightly.

“Come on.” She stared straight at him, without any fear.

Both sides were engaged in a silent battle of wills; she gambled that he was merely threatening her, while he saw through her act.

Their bodies were intertwined, seemingly intimate, but more like ropes twisting each other to death.

Meng Jiuyi whispered in his ear, "Third Young Master, can I go take a shower first, and also have a bowel movement? I'm afraid it might delay important matters later."

After saying that, he blew a breath into his ear.

She was coy and reserved, but Tan Yuchen still had the desire to play along with her.

Faced with her naked and alluring behavior, he had already lost interest. As soon as he let go, Meng Jiuyi couldn't wait to get up.

"Thank you, Third Young Master!"

She hurried to the bathroom, and heard a casual sound behind her.

"Wash your neck while you're at it."

Meng Jiuyi's legs stiffened for a moment. She understood his unspoken message—wash your neck and prepare to die.

The bathroom door slammed shut.

The sound of water dripping could be heard, and mist was seeping out through the cracks in the door.

This is the fifth floor. Tan Yuchen is not in a hurry at all. He sits on the sofa, lights a cigarette, and the blue flame goes out in his palm, replaced by a wisp of smoke rising slowly.

He made a phone call.

"Call the police."

The police arrived in less than ten minutes.

The two policemen recognized him. "Young Master, how can we help you?"

Tan Yuchen raised his chin, and a thin wisp of smoke drifted out with his voice.

"We caught a paparazzi, let's boost your sales figures."

The sound of running water continued in the bathroom, and the two policemen knocked on the door but received no response.

Seeing that things were not going well, Tan Yuchen called for someone to open the door.

The door opened, and the sink was running with water, but there wasn't a soul in sight. The window next to it was wide open, and the security bars, less than forty centimeters high, had been violently ripped down.

On the glass mirror, toothpaste was smeared haphazardly—

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The two policemen immediately lowered their heads, pretending they hadn't seen anything.

Tan Yuchen gave a cold laugh, his face more than just clouded with gloom.

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When Meng Jiuyi jumped from the air conditioner unit on the third floor to the next floor, he lost his grip and fell straight down.

She leaned against the tree trunk, wincing in pain, and limped quickly toward the outside.

It wasn't safe there until I got into a taxi and returned to my place.

Meng Jiuyi's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down a little.

That was close! I almost got exposed by that bastard.

She removed her five-centimeter insoles, took off her mask, and washed her face. Her previously overly tall figure was now perfectly proportioned. Meng Jiuyi carefully removed her makeup.

Wearing this mask for a long time can easily cause allergies on the face. After a few splashes of water, a delicate and relaxed face is reflected in the mirror.

After doing all this, she sat in front of the vanity mirror, took off her earrings, and approached her phone.

After the phone connects via Bluetooth, a red dot slowly flashes inside the graphite earring.

This is her second camera.

Tan Yuchen destroyed the camera on her work badge, never imagining that there was a second one hidden inside her earring.

Don't put all your eggs in one basket; that's a lesson reality has taught her.

As Meng Jiuyi directed the video, she opened the red velvet box on the dressing table and put the camellia pendant back around her neck.

Her birth mother, Mo Ruyue, called her at that moment.

After she answered the call, Mo Ruyue said.

"What are you doing?"

Her ankle hurt terribly. Meng Jiuyi lifted it up and found it was bruised. She hopped on one foot to get some medicine to apply and put her phone on speakerphone next to her.

"Nothing."

After saying that, there was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the line.

Mo Ruyue said, "You've been on annual leave lately, right? Mom made you some soup. Have some when you get back?"

Just as Meng Jiuyi was about to say that she had something to do, her soft voice came from the other end, "Mom hasn't seen you for almost two months and misses you so much. Please come back and see Mom, okay?"

Meng Jiuyi blinked slowly, staring at the bruises on her ankle, unable to utter the word of refusal.

The call ended, and the video was successfully exported.

She sent a clip to several entertainment reporters through a private account.

The other party replied almost instantly.

[Beautiful lady, I'll buy the exclusive rights for 300,000!]

Meng Jiuyi typed without changing his expression.

[300,000 is too little, have you seen who the female lead is? Tomorrow I guarantee you'll make a fortune.]

[In the short time you're hesitating, Chenguang Entertainment is offering me 400,000 yuan.]

After repeatedly inflating the price in three or four entertainment newspapers, Meng Jiuyi finally settled on a price of 450,000, and the other party replied.

[Shall we meet to discuss? I'd like to know all the details.]

Meet?

Previously, all transactions were conducted offline, as it was more convenient to negotiate prices offline, since no one would recognize her with that fake face anyway.

But this time, Tan Yuchen noticed him, and Meng Jiuyi was unwilling to take the risk.

No, but I can give you an even more exclusive insider tip.

Entertainment note back.

【What? 】

Meng Jiuyi blinked slowly, her face showing an emotion reminiscent of long-simmering resentment.

The butterfly effect refers to the phenomenon where a butterfly flapping its wings in South America triggers a tornado in Texas, USA.

However, after going through several people, it was she and Mo Ruyue who suffered from Tan Yuchen's actions.

She's been annoyed by him for a long time.

Meng Jiuyi typed without any remorse, her face, full of joy and excitement, faintly reflected on the phone screen.