Qiao Yiming hadn't thought of this; he just felt relieved seeing the public opinion trend improving.
She turned off her phone and fell asleep in bed. She was in a relaxed state and slept soundly, forgetting all the messy messages. She slept until the next morning.
After taking a shower and ordering breakfast from room service, she browsed yesterday's trending topics again.
The buzz surrounding her being secretly filmed abroad has died down considerably, likely thanks to her older brother's help in suppressing it. Public opinion has also shifted from criticizing her privileged background to praising her straightforward and down-to-earth personality.
He also gained a wave of fans through this.
Qiao Yiming felt that he had handled the matter quite well. He decided to stay at the hotel for a while, as it was relatively safe and well-managed. After all, it was a public place, and they couldn't very well harass people by coming to his door.
"Ding-dong," the doorbell rang. She didn't think much of it; it was probably room service she had called.
I peeked through the peephole and sure enough, it was a staff member.
She took a bathrobe from the shelf and put it over her nightgown before opening the door.
"Room service, your breakfast." A deep male voice came from behind the mask.
Qiao Yiming made way for him to push the food cart in, and the person behind her glanced at her furtively.
She felt something was wrong as she gripped the doorknob, so instead of closing the door, she looked back.
The next second, the man took off his hat and prepared to pounce on him. Qiao Yiming was so frightened that he fell to the ground.
By the time she realized something was wrong, the man's rough, large hand had already grabbed her wrist and gripped it tightly, while his other hand tore off her mask.
A lewd and ruthless man stared at her menacingly, as if he wanted to devour her alive.
He kept saying, "Goddess, my goddess, I've finally met you... You're even more beautiful than on screen."
As he spoke, he traced her figure in the air with his hand.
Qiao Yiming was both anxious and scared, his body covered in cold sweat, but he knew he had encountered a lewd and fanatical fan.
While trying to stay calm, her body instinctively resisted him.
The man felt her slender hands struggling to break free and pulled her into his arms.
In the chaos, Qiao Yiming stepped on his toe, and the man let out a slight cry of pain, but quickly ignored the feeling, for the person in front of him was his goddess.
Afraid she would run away, he forcefully threw Qiao Yiming onto the bed before slowly taking off his hotel uniform.
"Don't you remember me? I've been to every one of your offline events. I'm Zhang San! I've liked you for many years, ever since you debuted. If you were you, I would have almost committed suicide. Yesterday afternoon, I went to the event and was sitting in my seat waiting when I suddenly saw it trending on social media."
He took off his clothes until he was only wearing a T-shirt underneath, revealing half of his arm with crisscrossing scratches on the inside.
“Look, every time I go to your store, I make a mark. There are already 98 scratches here, look!” He looked at Qiao Yiming on the bed with almost obsessive eyes, and couldn’t wait to walk over so that she could see the “medal” he had carved with his own hands.
Qiao Yiming tensed up and moved back a little.
The man in front of me continued, talking to himself, "I was planning to propose to you right here when you reached 100 scratches, but I never expected someone to touch your body beforehand!!! How dare they!!!"
Qiao Yiming suddenly understood from his frenzied appearance that he had seen the photos taken of him on the streets abroad after he was ambushed by Chai Yu.
"Why can they touch you! You bitches! You're mine! You're mine!"
His scarlet, angry eyes stared at her slightly open bathrobe.
Qiao Yiming was so frightened by his shouting that she couldn't move, but she knew that if she didn't find a chance to escape, she would really be doomed.
The man pulled a folding knife from his pocket and cut a deeper wound on his hand than before. Blood gushed out from the wound, and Qiao Yiming cried out in alarm.
You're insane!!!
Seeing her frightened expression, the man immediately dropped the knife in his hand and approached her as if he felt no pain, coaxing her in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt, I'm used to it."
Qiao Yiming caught a glimpse of the door that hadn't been closed yet, sat up, and bravely walked to his side, her face showing a mixture of fear and heartache.
I pulled the sash off his bathrobe and, with my hands still trembling slightly, tied it to stop the bleeding.
The man looked down at her, thinking that Qiao Yiming was moved by him, and was overjoyed, immersing himself in the fact that his goddess was bandaging his wounds.
Qiao Yiming's hands trembled slightly, and two drops of blood from the man's hand dripped onto his disposable slippers.
She knew this was her only chance, and swallowed hard.
Once you've located the exit, dash out of the room with lightning speed.
The man then realized he had been tricked and hurriedly chased after him.
Qiao Yiming was in a panic. He tried to open two doors, but they were locked. It seemed there was no way to escape. The elevator doors were slow to open, and the man had already rushed out of the room.
She found the emergency exit and ran down the stairs. From inside the stairs came a man's affectionate voice, "Goddess, don't run away, I won't hurt you, I just want to see you."
After descending five floors without rest, Qiao Yiming was already exhausted.
But the footsteps chasing from behind were getting closer and closer.
Finally, I saw the three big characters for "Conference Room" on the floor plan.
Push open the emergency exit and rush out.
The entire floor was filled with closed meeting rooms, but Qiao Yiming was thinking to himself, "Why is there no one on this floor with the meeting rooms?!"
She was on the verge of collapse, her legs felt weak, and she twisted the doorknob with all her might, finally managing to open an unlocked meeting room.
There were five men inside, seemingly discussing some kind of cooperation, shaking hands and greeting each other.
My attention was drawn to Qiao Yiming.
Qiao Yiming leaned against the door, pressing it hard against the door. His bathrobe and nightgown were disheveled, revealing half of his shoulder.
Bai Xiujin was the first to react. He rushed to her and hurriedly took off his coat to cover her.
The man behind the door continued to knock and shout, uttering obscene and intimate words.
The familiar scent on his body made Qiao Yiming's eyes sting. When he saw Bai Xiujin in front of him, he thought he was dreaming for a moment and burst into tears, throwing himself into his arms.
She gripped his shirt tightly with her hand.
The hotel manager then realized something was wrong and rushed forward.
The man outside was also taken away by the security guards who rushed over. The hotel manager pushed open the door and saw that the man's hands were covered in blood, and realized that something was very wrong.
Bai Xiujin was busy trying to calm the woman in front of him, but the anger in his eyes couldn't be hidden, and the atmosphere around him was terrifyingly tense.
Qiao Yiming in her arms was still crying uncontrollably, her clothes soaked with her tears.
This was the first time Bai Xiujin had seen Qiao Yiming cry like this.
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