The Fake Daughter is a Max-Level Green Tea [Transmigrated into a Book] - Chapter 22

Chapter 22: The Room Door

The woman Lu Chaoqing had coaxed away was none other than a big fish Jiang Yang was trying to hook.

In the original novel’s plot, he was a manipulative “green tea” type and a playboy social climber, simultaneously courting a wealthy heiress while keeping his options open. The woman just now was a rising singer in the industry, but she reportedly had a very messy private life and would rarely refuse anyone good-looking.

However, a one-night stand like this was naturally based on the partner’s capability.

Lu Chaoqing certainly didn’t say anything nice to her just now, so the woman looked at Jiang Yang as if he were a handsome but useless figurehead. She lost all interest, no matter how good-looking he was, and quickly left to find her next suitable prey. Jiang Yang didn’t know what Lu Chaoqing had whispered to the woman, but having his mood suddenly interrupted felt urgent and pressing.

Even though Lu Chaoqing wasn’t his type.

Just as Jiang Yang was about to act, carefully hiding his minor movements and true emotions, and reached out to propose a drink to Lu Chaoqing, the girl suddenly turned away and left his side like a small swallow, walking over to a tall girl.

The manager had been called away by a boss they couldn’t refuse, leaving only the young assistant to chaperone them. Even the usually cheerful and generous Chen Li felt slightly nervous in such an unfamiliar setting. After just dealing with a man who came over to talk, she realized Lu Chaoqing was missing and quickly turned to look. Seeing her back with the team, Chen Li lightly tapped her arm and lowered her voice, “Don’t wander off when Sister Fang isn’t here!”

Lu Chaoqing nodded obediently, “I know.”

Although she hadn’t experienced the full extent of the deep waters in these banquets, she had a general idea. If she left, she would only go toward people she knew, and she would absolutely not touch any drinks or beverages that left her sight.

Her reason for going to Jiang Yang’s side just now was merely to fulfill the mission given by the APP. 60% completion was easy; she just needed to get the beautiful woman to leave, and it would be done. Many banquets in the industry discussed business on the surface, but secretly had arrangements. One could tell where their real destinations were by the constant stream of people leaving, and the competition for IP resources and status would be settled on another battlefield.

Lu Chaoqing raised the wine glass in her hand and only took a small sip. She then followed her teammates to be called over by another elderly boss to discuss preliminary details before a potential collaboration.

He was a greasy man with a large head and a receding hairline, and his gaze on Jiang Qishuang was openly suggestive and disgusting. Chen Li quickly used the excuse of a toast to block him a little. Yao Xichen and Ji You hid behind their leader, not daring to show their faces much.

The red-faced, middle-aged boss suddenly shifted his gaze to Lu Chaoqing, quickly looking her over as if unintentionally, and chuckled, “Are you the center of your group?” Without waiting for Lu Chaoqing’s answer, he quickly added, “You’re just good-looking, though. I watched your stage and I don’t feel like you’re the one who can suppress everyone else’s stage presence.”

“Perhaps Mr. Zhu has some misunderstandings about the center position,” Lu Chaoqing, who was suddenly addressed, answered decisively, “The center position is meant to lead, not to overwhelm. Does Mr. Zhu’s statement mean he thinks our group lacks ability, or that MT is unfair?”

Mr. Zhu, the middle-aged boss, was stunned by the retort. It was one thing to casually criticize a few newly debuted girls, but with his capital, he wouldn’t dare confront the entire MT company.

The man’s gaze regretfully skimmed over Jiang Qishuang’s face, like a hungry wolf looking at prey it couldn’t touch, his small eyes gleaming with hunger. Jiang Qishuang felt utterly uncomfortable under his gaze and excused herself to go to the restroom. He had no interest in the remaining few and, after asking a few simple questions, had his assistant exchange business cards with the manager and let them go.

When they all arrived at the restroom, Jiang Qishuang was touching up her lipstick. Her slender fingers holding the cap were slightly trembling, and the lipstick even slipped over the edge of her lips.

A novice girl couldn’t be as skillful and composed as a seasoned veteran when facing such situations. Just now, the boss had even deliberately tried to brush against her with his leg while looking at her. Jiang Qishuang hesitated for a moment before managing to step away, and the entire incident left her nervous and somewhat disoriented.

Those who haven’t personally experienced it probably wouldn’t understand the fear that had almost paralyzed her at the time, especially after seeing the determined look in that boss’s eyes. Jiang Qishuang was even worried he might force himself on her.

MT was a big company, true, but not every artist was a top star, and not every artist had Lu Chaoqing’s background. Before she accumulated enough popularity, incidents like this would definitely not be the last. Fortunately, the boss hadn’t been too aggressive just now; otherwise, if he had been absolutely determined, she truly wouldn’t have known what to do.

Cold sweat soaked Jiang Qishuang’s back. When she turned around, she saw that Lu Chaoqing had disappeared from the restroom. The rest of her teammates were still touching up their makeup, quietly discussing the boss just now…

“Where’s Xiao Qing?” Jiang Qishuang calmed herself down and asked.

“Xiao Qing said she was going to find Sister Fang for something,” Chen Li brushed back her sweat-dampened bangs. “Don’t worry, I saw Sister Fang was near the restroom, so she’ll find her as soon as she steps out.”

Jiang Qishuang smiled, her face pale, “That’s good then.”

A strange sensation was coursing through her body, like a slow-burning fire. The intensity wasn’t strong, but it was gradually merging into a trend that was hard to resist, starting from the nerves in her brain and spreading to every inch of her body.

Although she hadn’t experienced it before, as an adult in her twenties, she certainly knew where that reaction originated. Her legs felt weak, like wadding made of cotton, and she felt a lack of strength throughout her body. Her face gradually began to feel hot, but the sensation wasn’t the kind of discomfort described in books, which is why Lu Chaoqing immediately dismissed the idea of going to the hospital.

She wasn’t stupid. There were definitely many media outlets watching here tonight, just hidden from view. The malicious speculation that arose after a video of a certain celebrity going to the hospital from a cocktail party circulated was still fresh in her mind, and the dirty tricks at these glamorous gatherings were things that absolutely could not be made public.

Time was passing by, but Lu Chaoqing hadn’t sent any message, so her worry was probably self-inflicted.

Lin Chumu had just closed her computer after finishing the files in her email and opened a yoga video on her phone when a fierce knocking suddenly sounded on the door. As soon as she opened it, the little “green tea” stumbled, red-faced, into her arms.

The girl’s soft cheeks were burning hot, her voice was soft, and the look in her eyes was like a ripple suddenly spreading across a calm lake, carrying an irresistible magic in this inherently unsettling night: “I want to exercise with big sister… is that okay?”