Zhen Shuang’s words instantly stirred up the beastly desires lurking in those old geezers’ hearts.
At this point, who cared about their so-called celebrity status? In front of a little temptress like Zhen Shuang, that was all complete nonsense.
They were all scrambling over each other, with absolutely no regard for their images whatsoever.
The chaotic scene had the nearby servers gulping down their saliva, their hearts filled with envy.
“Old Li, Old Wang, let’s find a room,” said a scrawny old man, barely able to contain himself, ready to get down to some real action.
“Alright, let’s go tell Young Master Ye.”
“Old Wang, you go tell him.”
“Damn it, you old bastards.” Wang Dawei reluctantly got up and headed toward Ye Ziming, who was not far away.
“That beast in gentleman’s clothing, I’m giving you fifty million for your appearance fee this time—I haven’t shortchanged you, have I?” Ye Ziming was lounging around with a female companion in his arms, chatting casually with Qin Shou beside him.
“No, no, the price is already very generous. Thank you, Young Master Ye.” Qin Shou replied with a flattering smile.
“Good, knowing when to be content—not bad. Keep up the good work, you’ve got a future.” Ye Ziming said as he pulled out a cigarette.
“Heh heh, thank you for the compliment, Young Master Ye.” Qin Shou quickly stood up, leaning forward to light it for him.
“Young Master Ye.” Wang Dawei happened to walk up just then and overheard their conversation, feeling a wave of discomfort wash over him.
“Oh, if it isn’t Old Artist Wang! What’s the matter? Didn’t have enough fun? You look like someone just killed your father.” Ye Ziming shot him a sidelong glance, crossing his legs as he spoke.
Ye Ziming’s words nearly made Wang Dawei stumble and fall. He took two deep breaths before finally suppressing the anger in his chest.
“Young Master Ye, you just said you’re giving Qin Shou fifty million for his appearance fee? Then why are the rest of us only getting two million each? We’re all judges—how can the gap be this huge?” Wang Dawei said with clear dissatisfaction.
Ye Ziming shot up at once and blew a puff of smoke right in Wang Dawei’s face.
“Cough, cough, cough… Young Master Ye, what are you doing?” Wang Dawei was choked by the smoke, coughing repeatedly.
“Damn it, are we being too nice to you or what? The hell you think two million is too little? You bunch of has-beens who’ve been past your prime for decades, and you actually think you’re still somebody? Don’t even talk about two million—if it weren’t for me, no one would pay you even two hundred thousand! Take it or leave it! If you don’t like it, get the hell out!”
“Young Master Ye, don’t get upset. I was just asking casually. Well, we’re all a bit tired, so we’ll head back to our rooms to rest.” Seeing Ye Ziming lose his temper, Wang Dawei quickly bowed and chuckled, then slunk away in disgrace.
“Come on, let’s head back to the room and have some real fun!” Wang Dawei returned and gestured with his head to the other old geezers and Zhen Shuang.
Watching Zhen Shuang’s little hips sway as she walked, Wang Dawei cursed under his breath.
Damn it, getting chewed out by that bastard Ye Ziming—tonight I’m definitely going to take it all out on this little vixen.
Once the old geezers left, only a scattered few people remained in the spacious multi-function banquet hall.
Meng Xu had already pinned Su Qi down on the sofa, their clothes in total disarray.
“Young Master Meng, Young Master Meng.” Seeing him about to rip at her clothes again, she quickly stopped him.
“What’s wrong?” Meng Xu asked cluelessly.
“Young Master Meng, I am after all a celebrity, sort of a public figure. It’s not really appropriate here. Look behind you.” Su Qi said in a sickly sweet, coquettish voice.
Meng Xu looked up and—what the hell—the servers behind them were staring at Su Qi’s body with their eyes practically glued to her, drool dripping from their mouths.
“Damn, a bunch of perverts. Come on, Qiqi, let’s go to the room—we’re not giving them a show.” Meng Xu cursed, then wrapped his arm around Su Qi and left.
“Seriously? You’re over there having the time of your life, and we’re just standing here watching, getting a little eyeful, and we’re the degenerates? That’s just not right.” The servers shot Meng Xu disdainful looks.
“Young Master Ye, it’s getting late. I’m going to turn in too. Xiaoxue, you’ll keep Young Master Ye company tonight.” After a while, Wang Long said his goodbyes to Ye Ziming, leaving behind a B-list actress named Li Xue, and headed off with another woman in his arms.
“Haha, I’ve got to say, I’ve been around and have had all kinds of women, but I’ve never had a celebrity before. Come on, let me find out what a star tastes like.” Ye Ziming left with the shapely Li Xue in his arms.
Qin Shou glanced around—pretty much everyone was gone, leaving only himself.
“Damn, a bunch of horny bastards.” Qin Shou muttered to himself, downed some more wine, and then staggered back to his own room.
“Go, call those ten girls I brought over to my room.” Once back in his room, Qin Shou ordered the attendant.
Before long, ten girls walked in, both excited and nervous.
“Little Shoushou…” Seeing Qin Shou take off his shoes and lie down on the big, comfortable bed, the girls felt their hearts race.
“Oh, you’re here already?” Qin Shou suddenly jumped up from the bed.
“My dear fan beauties, what are you waiting for? Come into my arms! Wahahaha…” Qin Shou suddenly tore open his shirt, a wild look on his face.
“Ah!!!” The girls were stunned for a moment, then let out frantic screams.
“Shoushou, I’m coming!” One girl lunged forward without hesitation.
“Rawr!” Qin Shou’s eyes gleamed with excitement as he started writhing wildly on the bed.
The girl pressed herself almost entirely against Qin Shou, face to face, dancing a close-contact dance, while some embarrassing moves made the other girls blush furiously.
“Little Shoushou, tonight you’re mine!” Another girl went crazy.
“Little Shoushou, I’m coming!”
“Little Shoushou, love me—love me hard!”
With two taking the lead, the other girls cast aside all their shyness. Face to face with their idol, they completely lost their minds.
Lin Yun stood there, utterly dumbfounded.
Weren’t they just supposed to be having dinner with their idol Qin Shou?
How did it all turn into…
The indecent scene made Lin Yun blush and quickly turn her head away, covering her face tightly with both hands.
“Hey, you over there, beautiful—come on!” Qin Shou yelled wildly from the bed.
“I… I’m leaving first.” Terrified by the scene before her, Lin Yun kept her head down and muttered as she reached for the door to leave.
“Hm?” After pulling twice, she suddenly realized—the door was locked from the outside.
Her heart skipped a beat.
“Haha, beautiful, you can’t get out. Aren’t you just as crazy about me as they are? Come on, strip off your clothes and let’s all go wild together!” Qin Shou grabbed a pillow off the bed and hurled it at Lin Yun.
“Ah!” Lin Yun didn’t dare turn around. When the pillow hit her, she let out a terrified shriek.
“Crazy, they’re all crazy—they’re all perverts!” Lin Yun was now full of regret.
“Beautiful, what are you waiting for? Are you shy, or are you waiting for me to come over and strip you myself?” Qin Shou cackled from behind.
His words made Lin Yun shudder all over.
She quickly pulled out her phone and dialed Lin Hai.
“Brother, come to Tianhui International Hotel—come save me!”
