12dz Chapter 5 The Heiress Who Was Rejected from the Engagement
Chapter 5 The Heiress Who Was Rejected from the Engagement
"It's so lively." After a group of young girls entered the private room, laughing and joking, the onlookers at the corner leisurely walked out.
Zhou Ziheng chuckled, thinking of Ling Yi's earnest and witty manner: "I've become the one who sets up the stage for the show."
After performing at the hotel, they performed at the club. These three people's good show is inseparable from his business, right?
His subordinates behind him kept their heads down to their shoes, not daring to agree with their boss.
The hotel nearly suffered a fatality, and now this place almost caused a major disturbance. No wonder the owner is in a bad mood.
This is a yin-yang thing, isn't it?
“Wrong, this should be called a film and television company nowadays.” Zhou Ziheng turned his head and asked, “Do you think I’m willing to invest, and these three are willing to act in a play that’s released online? I can give them a share of the profits.”
Subordinates: "..."
Otherwise, why don't you give it a try?
……
How could humans be like this?!
Having access to countless human data, yet experiencing life for the first time, Ling Yi silently avoided being offered wine by a handsome young man, once again plunging into self-doubt.
You didn't know each other for the first five minutes, but then you called me "baby" in the next five minutes. Aren't you humans a little too familiar with each other?
And the one who drank the nuptial wine, didn't you just say you longed for love? Now you're in love with two people at the same time?
Amidst the chaos and debauchery, Ling Yi remained as calm as a refrigerator, as steadfast as a cold, imposing archway.
"Hey you, that one!" Her friend, who couldn't stand seeing her idle, pointed at a boy who looked quite similar to Qi Qingran and said, "Go and comfort our young lady. The 'white moonlight substitute' trope is all the rage now, don't miss your chance!"
Ling Yi: "..."
Before the man could get close, Ling Yi quickly left the scene of the chaotic dance of demons.
No desires, no feelings, goodbye!
Hearing that a group of young girls had brought a bunch of minor celebrities to cause trouble, Zhou Ziheng was standing smiling in front of the huge French windows, saying to the manager behind him, "Keep an eye on them. If they go too far, throw them all out."
This isn't a brothel.
The manager smiled and said, "Don't worry."
He'd thrown out plenty of clueless rich kids before, but this was the first time he'd thrown out a whole group of young ladies, and he was actually quite excited.
Perhaps due to their boss's traits, Zhou Ziheng's subordinates also possessed some degree of abnormal potential.
Looking at the two people who were only a few steps away from her, Ling Yi felt as if she had fallen into a tiger's den after escaping a wolf's den.
Maybe I should consult a fortune teller before going out next time, otherwise I'll run into all sorts of bad luck.
"Miss Ling, why did you come out?" As she pondered, the unlucky person walked towards her, attacking her with the look of someone looking at a wooden stake and the tone of someone coaxing a three-year-old: "Wasn't it fun inside?"
It's not fun inside, but it's quite fun outside.
Ling Yi looked at the waiter behind Zhou Ziheng, whose stride was normal and expression was not unusual, but whose heartbeat and breathing rate were rapid and whose hands under the tray were also somewhat abnormal, and smiled.
Beneath her smile, the waiter's expression changed, and he suddenly sprang to his feet, his pale white dagger stabbing sharply towards Zhou Zi.
"Watch out!" Ling Yi shouted as she kicked the attacker's knee.
The moment the attacker lost his balance, Zhou Ziheng swept his long leg across, aiming for the attacker's chest.
The crisp sound of bones breaking rang clearly in everyone's ears. The dagger that the man had stabbed at Zhou Ziheng had long since lost its aim, leaving only a small wound on Ling Yi's arm as she was saving people, before falling to the ground.
In the instant he regained his balance, Zhou Ziheng wrapped his arm around Ling Yi's waist and leaned down to protect her in his embrace.
Beneath the black shirt, his back was slightly hunched, and a drop of blood splattered from Ling Yi's wound stained the man's pale, slender neck.
With a soft laugh amidst the scorching heat, Zhou Ziheng looked down at the person in his arms: "Miss Ling has saved my life again."
The crystal chandelier that was set off during the day was meant for him.
Unfortunately, the person who made the move made a mistake and someone else took the blame for him.
However, the truth about Qi Qingran's hospitalization could not be kept secret forever, and the person who found out about it couldn't wait to launch a second assassination attempt.
And here we are, rescued again.
The man's hands were slightly cold, and even his breath seemed to carry a cool, damp aura.
The words he whispered in her ear were like a venomous snake flicking its tongue beside her, making Ling Yi instinctively feel danger.
She pushed against the man's chest, silently signaling him to let go of her.
The man who had just kicked someone so hard that his sternum caved in was now staggering weakly and collapsing onto Ling Yi: "Don't move, my legs are a little weak from the fright, let me catch my breath."
As he spoke, the head that was resting on Ling Yi's shoulder nuzzled her.
Zhou Ziheng's body temperature was low, and this gentle touch felt like a snake coiling around him; there was no tenderness, only a silent threat of danger.
How heartwarming.
Zhou Ziheng pressed the tip of his nose against Ling Yi's neck, feeling the vibrant life force flowing through her carotid artery and the woman's burgeoning vitality. For a moment, he felt his teeth itch.
I really want to take a bite and taste if her blood is as fiery and alluring as her skin.
“Zhou Ziheng.” Ling Yi’s neck hairs stood on end, and her voice became completely deep.
What kind of dangerous thing did she save?!
"Alright, alright, I'll get up." Zhou Ziheng gave Ling Yi a big hug and reluctantly straightened up.
“You won’t even give a poor soul a minute of warmth. Miss Ling is truly heartless.” He complained dejectedly, the crimson mark on his Adam’s apple sliding down his throat as he spoke, like the most dangerous and dazzling scales on a snake.
Pitiful?
Ling Yi sneered at the man whose heart hadn't even skipped a beat. He didn't even have any emotional fluctuations in the face of life and death. What's so pitiful about him?
She's the one who's pitiful, isn't she?
Having barely dodged a headshot from a crystal chandelier, he was then stabbed by an assassin who appeared out of nowhere.
Is this the convergence of timelines? The female supporting character deserves to suffer every bit of pain she's supposed to?
Ling Yi was so angry at this overly fair timeline that she could hardly breathe.
No, it wasn't from anger...
As her breathing became increasingly difficult and her vision gradually blurred, Ling Yi gripped the man who was trying to bandage her wounds tightly, and managed to say with difficulty, "Hospital..."
The core, loaded with countless contents, was now operating frantically for the sake of life. Before completely losing consciousness, Ling Yi and 688 in her mind simultaneously uttered three words: "Cyanide".
Damn it, it would have been better if she had been hit by a lamp. I should have just kept her at home as a melancholy divorced bride.
I just redeemed this little world, I hope it won't break down after only twelve hours of use.
If that's the case, she'll haunt Zhou Ziheng even as a ghost!
Zhou Ziheng's smile froze completely the moment those three words appeared. He held the woman who had suddenly lost consciousness in his arms, his eyes turning extremely cold in an instant.