Shocking! A haughty and arrogant older sister was relentlessly pinned against a wall by a cold and a

The bedding was pure white and looked very comfortable and soft. The bed was made of velvet and decorated with tiny crystal beads. There was also a small dressing table next to the bed with a lamp and a set of exquisite and luxurious cosmetics.

Even more incredibly, despite the absence of fresh flowers inside, a faint fragrance permeated the air, giving one a strange sense of peace.

Cheng Ai flopped onto the bed, sprawling out with her legs propped up comfortably on the edge, looking utterly relaxed and content. "Ah~ finally I can rest a bit~ These past two days have been nothing but traveling and recording shows~ I'm exhausted~"

Seeing that the other person was kicking their left shoe with their right foot, Zhong Zheyi quickly looked away, moved the flowers to the coffee table next to the sofa at the foot of the bed, and quietly left.

He yawned and was about to go back to his room to rest when he passed by the bedrooms of the three guests in the middle. He hesitated for a moment, but eventually went in out of curiosity to take a look.

The result was that they were all in a minimalist style, with nothing superfluous except for necessities.

Zhong Zheyi closed the door, a knowing look flashing across his face, and sighed inwardly, "Just as I thought."

The reason why the Night Emperor is giving Cheng Ai special attention is probably not just because she is an artist of Shengding International, right?

But the moment Zhong Zheyi pushed open his bedroom door, he was completely dumbfounded.

The room's furnishings were basically the same as Cheng Ai's, only the decorating style was a bit colder and more austere.

He took off his coat and tossed it carelessly onto the sofa, then lay down on the bed, drifting off to sleep.

It has to be said that the Night Emperor's treatment of his employees is really super generous. Although it can't compare to Cheng Ai's, Zhong Zheyi is already very satisfied.

On the other side, Cheng Ai had just finished showering and came out of the bathroom when she heard someone knocking on the door.

She paused in drying her hair, then frowned suspiciously.

The staff had already stopped filming, and the guests had all gone to sleep. Who would it be at this moment?

Cheng Ai put down the towel and slowly walked over to open the door, only to be met with a large bouquet of red roses.

Thinking it was from Ye Jingke, she instinctively reached out to take it.

However, just as she had a firm grip, a large hand suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her forcefully, causing her to fall unexpectedly into a thin, warm chest.

"I knew you still had feelings for me. Let's get back together!"

Before Cheng Ai could react, she was picked up and placed on the bed. As two large lips rapidly approached, she narrowed her eyes and ruthlessly raised her knee to strike.

"Awoooo ...

Hao Jian fell to the ground, clutching his groin and wailing incessantly. His handsome face turned a deep purplish-red, and tears and snot streamed down his face. He looked utterly pathetic.

Cheng Ai threw the red rose at him with a look of disgust, then jumped off the bed and kicked him twice more, "You bastard, how dare you take advantage of me? Are you looking for death?"

Hao Jian winced in pain, cursing angrily, "That's a question I should be asking! It's your good fortune that I want to get back together with you, but you not only don't know what's good for you, you even dared to kick me! You slut, believe me or not, I'll kill you tonight!"

Cheng Ai raised an eyebrow and chuckled, then slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, beckoning him with a finger in a provocative manner, "Talk is cheap. I'd like to see how you'll destroy me in public."

The two were arguing loudly, and apart from Wu Xu who was fast asleep, the other three guests all put down what they were doing and rushed over to watch.

Zhong Zheyi and Song Yifei were completely dumbfounded, while Cheng Baoni stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

Hao Jian, with his back to the door, didn't notice anyone's presence. He glared fiercely at Cheng Ai and said through gritted teeth, "Don't think you can rest easy just because you've hooked up with Movie Emperor Ye. Once he's tired of you, you'll be less than trash!"

Then, his tone suddenly turned sinister and terrifying, "Cheng Baoni is vicious and ruthless. You have offended her time and time again, and one day you will die at her hands!"

I wanted to get back together with you and protect you openly and honestly. Since you don't cherish this opportunity, then don't blame me for being ruthless!

After saying that, Hao Jian scrambled to his feet, crushed the rose petals with his feet, and curled up a wicked smile. "Countless celebrities die tragically every year while filming or recording variety shows, and your death is just a minor incident at best."

The next second, he grabbed the nearest desk lamp and smashed it down viciously.

Cheng Ai snorted coldly, placed her right hand in front of her chest, and with a moment of concentration, a fire talisman appeared out of thin air at the tips of her two fingers.

Before she could throw it out, Hao Jian was pinned to the ground. She quickly retrieved the talisman, sidestepped the lamp, and belatedly patted her chest.

Fortunately, Zhong Zheyi stopped it in time, otherwise he would have been responsible for a death.

Even if Hao Jian's death can be covered up, "Dare to Come" will still be suspended from filming due to the lack of a guest.

Ye Jingke invested a lot of money in this variety show, and Cheng Ai didn't want him to lose everything. That's why she saved Cheng Baoni, who was about to be suffocated, in room 201.

Seeing this, Song Yifei's eyes widened in shock, and she stammered, "Wh...what's going on...he's going to...kill Sister Xiao Ai...?"

Hao Jian struggled desperately from beginning to end, but the other party was too strong, and he could not break free no matter what he did.

He roared in anger and frustration, "Get out of my way! I'll risk my life to cripple her today!"

Zhong Zheyi ignored him and looked up to ask, "Should we contact the staff to call the police?"

Just as Cheng Ai was about to shake her head in refusal, Cheng Baoni rushed over and hugged Hao Jian tightly, refusing to let go. "No wonder...no wonder you suddenly broke up with me...it turns out you were afraid of implicating me with your murder..."

She cried, tears streaming down her face, her voice hoarse and desperate, "A-Jian... I know you want revenge for me... but there are so many ways... why did you choose the most foolish one? Waaaaah..."

Hao Jian was being strangled and couldn't breathe. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his cheeks turned bright red. "You bitch! Let the hell out of me! Or I'll chop you up!"

Cheng Baoni refused to give in and clung to him tightly. "No... a baby can't be born without a father... I will never allow you to do anything foolish again..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

Song Yifei was wide awake, her eyes darting around as she hurriedly searched for her phone to record this earth-shattering scene and post it on Weibo.

Unfortunately, she got nowhere. Remembering that her communication equipment was with the production crew, she sighed regretfully and reluctantly gave up the idea of ​​secretly filming.

Sensing that Hao Jian's emotions were gradually calming down, Zhong Zheyi let go of his hand and frowned as he looked at Cheng Ai.

She was wearing a dark blue spaghetti strap nightgown, her long, wet black hair was disheveled, her fair and delicate collarbones were faintly visible, and her slender and long legs were straight and well-proportioned. Her overall posture was languid and alluring.

Only those eyes, cold and indifferent, devoid of any emotion, yet revealing a weariness, as if they had experienced all the vicissitudes of life, made one's heart ache.