The Lover's Prattle

The CEO//3

— "Being an actress is a waste."

From start to finish, Qingruo obediently kept by Feng Qi's side. She was very much like a lazy cat that had been brought out by its owner.

Although five years had already passed since her debut, it was her first time accompanying a money tree and being pulled into this kind of circle. She wasn't anyone famous, so she became a new face in the group.

Because she had an attractive face, a pleasant attitude, and was with Feng Qi, the others paid her some extra attention. That was inevitable.

When Feng Qi saw that she was constantly trying to shy away, obviously less than willing to step forth and make connections for herself, he wordlessly wrapped an arm around her slender waist and domineeringly told the others to stop pestering her.

Then, things started to get heated in the private room. After stripping down to their undergarments, the other girls arranged themselves in various seductive positions on the long sofa. Qingruo stared at them as she sat on the same sofa with Feng Qi's arm draped around her shoulders.

Her widened eyes were filled with curiosity and horror.

After touching glasses with the man sitting beside him, Feng Qi turned back to see her staring at the other end of the sofa. A hint of lust appeared in his eyes as he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Baby, you've never seen this before?"

She trembled from the pet name and the warmth of his hot breath against her ear, grabbed his shirt, and responded, "No."

He was about to tell her that he could teach her when he suddenly heard a certain sound coming from one of the women at the other side. The room soon filled with obscene, teasing laughter, but the woman persisted in her shameless act.

His expression darkening, Feng Qi covered Qingruo's eyes with a large hand and drew her into his embrace, making sure that her face was buried in his chest before pulling her up. His hand moved from her eyes to the back of her head, holding it in place. When they walked past some of the people he was more familiar with, he mercilessly kicked them and ordered, "Throw the ones over there out."

His tone was gloomy. Even under the colorful lights of the private room, his eyes were dark like those of King Yama[1]. At this moment, no one dared to provoke him, so they all complied.

[1] King Yama is essentially the King of Hell, but I thought the latter sounded a bit tacky so I stuck with "Yama".

He led her out of the room and into the corridor before finally removing his hand from the back of her head. After pulling her over to stand near a handrail, he reached out and started to twirl a strand of her hair around his fingertip.

"You've mingled all these years for nothing[2]."

[2] He's lightheartedly criticizing her for remaining so innocent when she's already been in the treacherous entertainment circle for so many years.

She reacted by shooting him a scowl, giving the impression that she couldn't be bothered to retort. Happy, Feng Qi reached down and lightly patted her bottom. He had downed quite a few shots and was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol.

Faced with her angry little expression and glaring doe eyes, he said "be good" in a tone that was neither light nor heavy, making it difficult for one to tell if he was chiding her or indulging her.

Qingruo sniffled and turned away, leaning against the handrail to peer down at the people going to and fro the lobby below. Feng Qi walked around behind her.