Chapter 15: Fishing for Something Rotten

The favor Sang Zhiyi had asked of Zhongli Miaomiao was to temporarily ignore those venomous fans of Liu Bolin for now.

Not to be led astray by these cyberbullies.

Without the incident of being cursed onto the trending searches, Zhongli Miaomiao didn’t have any great hatred toward those Liu Bolin fans either.

Since Sister Xiaoqian, whom she particularly liked, had made this request, she naturally agreed.

After stabilizing Zhongli Miaomiao, Sang Zhiyi then actively approached Liu Bolin.

Sang Zhiyi had specifically watched the official edited version of the first episode of Love of a Limited Season.

While she was at the aquarium, Liu Bolin’s eyes had been glued to her the entire time, never leaving her—he had clearly set his sights on her.

Sang Zhiyi’s ability to read people was far beyond ordinary.

Even ordinary viewers could tell that Liu Bolin’s gaze was lecherous, and Sang Zhiyi had certainly read from Liu Bolin’s look toward her a thick, unshakeable filth and lewdness.

Since that was the case, it made things even easier.

Sang Zhiyi once again casually chose an internet cafe to avoid revealing too much information from her login IP, and used her official account to establish a connection with him.

Like Zhongli Miaomiao, Liu Bolin quickly got in touch with her—even more impatiently than Zhongli Miaomiao.

Liu Bolin wanted to sleep with Sang Zhiyi far too badly!

After seeing Sang Zhiyi’s mermaid image, Liu Bolin had itched so much he wished he could just pin her down on the bed, but he had been suffering because he simply couldn’t find her.

Now that Sang Zhiyi had come to him of her own accord, Liu Bolin wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip.

As for how many girls Liu Bolin had slept with, even he himself couldn’t say.

Those fans, influencers, and minor celebrities—as long as they were young and pretty, Liu Bolin was sexually interested.

With his fame, his looks, and the simple, sunny persona he pretended to have, very few girls could resist him.

Liu Bolin didn’t even have to pay for the hotel room.

With just a few sweet words, these girls would happily volunteer to cover the cost for him.

After sleeping with them once, they became what Liu Bolin called “worn-out shoes,” holding no further value to him.

Liu Bolin would immediately turn his back on them, forget them, and go looking for his next target.

If he discovered that a girl wasn’t a virgin, he would throw a tantrum, feeling that he had slept with “second-hand goods” that were “unclean.”

It worked every time.

Sang Zhiyi was also well aware of Liu Bolin’s disgusting, sleazy nature.

When chatting with him, she pretended to have feelings for Liu Bolin, giving him a little taste, while simultaneously acting shy and playing hard to get, keeping him hanging.

Men like this were naturally base—the more ambiguous and hot-and-cold the pursuit, the more unclear things were, the more excited and attracted they became.

This posed no difficulty for Sang Zhiyi.

The biggest challenge was how to face Liu Bolin’s greasy sweet talk and still continue the conversation.

Every time, it was nauseating just to look at and hear.

Sang Zhiyi spent a week successfully creating the illusion for Liu Bolin that he could have her at any moment.

She also specifically guided Liu Bolin to discover her current background.

Liu Bolin was quite clever—he specifically targeted girls with no background.

That way, not only was it very easy to sleep with them, but if any trouble arose afterward, it was also easy to resolve.

The kept relationship between Ren Xiaoqian and Lou Yanchen was a secret that the outside world couldn’t find any evidence of.

On the surface, Sang Zhiyi was just a girl who had come alone to A City from a small county town.

What a perfect target.

“Really?”

Sang Zhiyi lowered her head, her right hand nervously clenched into a fist, her index finger joint pressed against her lower lip, her cheeks tinged with a blush.

“T-this is my first time trying a new outfit style.

I never thought anyone would like it…”

Sang Zhiyi blinked her eyes, her gaze somewhat evasive, looking as if she wanted to look at Liu Bolin but was too shy to do so.

The fishing hook, baited with sweet temptation, was cast out, and the effect was indeed remarkable.

Liu Bolin’s eyes immediately lit up, and he instinctively took a step forward to get closer to Sang Zhiyi.

“How could no one like it?

Sister Xiaoqian, you’re naturally beauti—”

Before he could get out the word “ful,” Song Ying suddenly stepped forward with his long legs, inserting himself between Liu Bolin and Sang Zhiyi, blocking Sang Zhiyi behind him.

Casually placing his right hand on Sang Zhiyi’s left shoulder, Song Ying spoke to Liu Bolin with some impatience.

“No matter how good Miss Ren looks, today she’s my partner.”

Song Ying tilted his chin toward the staff member.

“The draw is over there.”

Without a doubt, Song Ying was also the type of person Liu Bolin couldn’t afford to mess with and could only avoid.

Liu Bolin paused for a moment, then scratched the back of his head and gave an awkward, sheepish smile.

“I almost forgot.

Thanks for the reminder, Director Song!”

[…No, I really can’t stand it.

Can Liu Bolin’s look at Ren Xiaoqian be any more disgusting?!

He looks like he can’t wait to tear her clothes off.

Does he even remember that this is a show and it’s live?!]

[Careful, his fans will come beat you up soon, saying you see filth because you’re filthy yourself, accusing their idol falsely, and sending you a lawyer’s letter~]

[Director Song’s line is full of possessiveness.

Are you jealous?

Director Song, you must be jealous, right?!]

[This isn’t the first time for Liu Bolin.

I’ve often seen him looking at girls like this at public events before.

His fans think he’s just simple appreciating them.

I’m dying of laughter.]

[I can recite their script by heart: “Our Bolin is young and has a simple personality.

When he appreciates someone, he expresses it very vividly, so it might seem a bit exaggerated!”]

[Let me say this before the top idol’s fans arrive: Song Ying’s initiative of protecting his woman is so handsome and so A! “Pine Nut” is sweet, sweet, sweet!]

As expected, the live stream once again descended into chaos.

The show’s moderators were practically crying out in pain, wanting only to request more staff from the producer to help.

Watching Liu Bolin’s retreating figure, Song Ying maintained his posture with one hand on Sang Zhiyi’s shoulder, lowering his head again to whisper in her ear.

“Don’t flirt with anything dirty or smelly.

Remember to stay far away from him.”

This was the first time Sang Zhiyi had heard Song Ying speak in such a serious tone.

Her gaze shifted slightly to the left, and she looked at Song Ying’s hand on her shoulder.

Unlike when she had reached out on the second floor of the villa, this was also the first time Song Ying had initiated physical contact with her.

It was enough to show how serious Song Ying was in warning her about this matter.

It seemed Director Song knew quite a few of the skeletons in Liu Bolin’s closet.

Sang Zhiyi smiled softly.

“Turns out Director Song is like me—can’t stand to see dirty things in his eyes either.”

Song Ying was stunned for a moment, then looked at Sang Zhiyi again with obvious surprise in his eyes.

The little fox in front of him had a relaxed and carefree smile—did she look like someone without a plan?

Song Ying also smiled.

He let go of Sang Zhiyi and resumed his usual casual, nonchalant demeanor.

“If we didn’t have this kind of agreement, how could I be your partner?”

This last sentence was at a normal volume.

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