Fated Love With the Billionaire
Chapter 275: Illegitimate Life

Chapter 275: Chapter 275: Illegitimate Life

The early stages of the program recording went smoothly. Fans waited in designated areas daily to interact with the stars, and security was stricter under Cheng Qiaobei’s supervision. However, some private fans attempted to slip through and access floors where celebrities stayed.

At lunchtime, Wei Lai, carrying a tray, walked over to sit opposite Cheng Qiaobei. After sitting down, she sighed and said,

"Sigh... these people go to extremes to capture celebrities’ private moments."

Cheng Qiaobei chewed slowly, "What’s wrong?"

Wei Lai took a sip of water before speaking, "Today, two people disguised as cleaners were caught in the tenth-floor security passage, and they still wouldn’t admit it when caught. One of them even had a livestream going."

Cheng Qiaobei asked, "How was it handled?"

Wei Lai said, "They were persuaded to leave. But they cursed at the security guards. Zheng has only been working for two months; he’s young and felt a bit aggrieved in such a situation."

Cheng Qiaobei said, "Anyone would feel bad being scolded innocently. Give him an additional allowance in this month’s salary."

Wei Lai nodded. Providing allowances for employees who are wronged wasn’t new in the hotel managed by Cheng Qiaobei; as long as the situation was verified, employees weren’t at fault, and it was caused by unreasonable guests, the employees would receive an allowance.

After lunch, Cheng Qiaobei conducted his routine inspection. At the elevator entrance, he encountered several young girls who seemed to be guests.

Initially, he didn’t pay much attention until he heard them discussing celebrity topics. Someone began speculating about which floors the celebrities stayed on.

With a ding, the elevator doors opened. Cheng Qiaobei followed their steps into the elevator and pressed the button for the eighth floor.

A girl in a khaki trench coat smiled at Cheng Qiaobei and said, "Hey, handsome, could you press the button for the fifth floor too?"

Cheng Qiaobei pressed the number five, and the girl, with a crescent-shaped smile, thanked him, "Thanks."

"Handsome, are you staying here too?"

Cheng Qiaobei was heading to the eighth floor for inspection. Glancing at her, he replied blankly, "Yeah, are you guys here for tourism?"

The girl immediately gave a meaningful smile to the others, "We... sort of. Have any recommendations?"

In consideration of guest care, Cheng Qiaobei mentioned a few well-known and enjoyable spots in Danjiang, but the girl seemed uninterested, so he said no more.

The girls started softly discussing how to get to the tenth floor, which was where Zhang Qi’an stayed. Cheng Qiaobei stood silently by the elevator door but had already made plans in his mind.

"Shh... keep it down."

The girl in the trench coat reminded everyone.

Cheng Qiaobei lowered his eyes with an indifferent expression.

The elevator stopped on the fifth floor, and Cheng Qiaobei shifted to make way as the girls filed out.

As the elevator doors were about to close, he overheard the girls’ conversation.

"The guy in the elevator just now was so handsome."

"Yeah, quite handsome, but too bad he’s not a celebrity, otherwise I would have already sneaked some photos."

"What’s the point of photographing him? Our target is Zhang Qi’an, and I’ve already thought of how to deal with it."

The last line was from the girl in the khaki trench coat. Cheng Qiaobei thought it was necessary to remind the security department to upgrade the security level, unsure of what these girls might stir up.

Cheng Qiaobei contacted the security manager and had Meng Zihao and Qi Yuan from the team assist in ensuring the artists’ privacy and safety. He sent information about the girls staying on the fifth floor to Wei Lai, asking her to instruct the waitstaff on that floor to monitor their movements closely.

However, Cheng Qiaobei underestimated the fans’ obsession with the artists.

On the fourth day of the recording,

the floors above the hotel’s tenth level were luxury and presidential suites. Artists and the production team were arranged between the seventh and tenth floors. The balconies above the tenth floor decreased in size stepwise, and from the eleventh-floor outdoor balcony, one could see the tenth-floor balcony. A girl who originally stayed on the fifth floor actually stayed just above Zhang Qi’an.

After finishing the program recording, Zhang Qi’an returned to his room and went to shower, leaving his T-shirt on the sofa and walking into the bathroom shirtless.

Meanwhile, someone in the bedroom heard the noise outside, quickly climbed out of bed in a panic, and peeked into the living room.

A blurry silhouette was vaguely visible on the frosted glass of the bathroom. She took out her phone and pressed the shutter toward the bathroom.

Seeing her admired artist right in front of her, the girl felt both nervous and ecstatic. She noticed a phone on the table and woke up its screen, eager to find out what the idol’s screensaver was. To her, these were one-of-a-kind private pieces of information.

Suddenly, her phone rang, startling her into hastily hanging up. Her frightened gaze fixated on the bathroom, relieved the shower’s noise had masked the ringtone, or it would have really alerted Zhang Qi’an.

The girl turned her phone to silent. Her original intent was to take some candid shots of Zhang Qi’an’s life, such as his room and luggage, but she hadn’t anticipated him finishing his program recording so quickly, resulting in her being trapped in the room.

She first found an unoccupied guest room to hide, then opened WeChat to see a message from a friend.

Foot Girl: Ye Huan, how’s it going? Capture anything fun?

Ye Huan replied: Got his bed and a whole lot of scripts in his suitcase. Now I have first-hand information on Zhang Qi’an’s unreleased dramas for next year.

Foot Girl: Not bad! Didn’t find any other juicy clues?

Zhang Qi’an had always publicly claimed to be single, without a girlfriend.

Ye Huan: Didn’t have time to dig around; he came back too soon.

To brag about being in Zhang Qi’an’s room, she even sent a few photos of herself sitting on the bed, including some personal items from Zhang Qi’an’s suitcase.

Foot Girl sent a shocked emoji and asked: What now?

Ye Huan replied: I’ll wait until he leaves to get out. I’m hiding in a secondary bedroom closet now.

Foot Girl: Stay hidden, don’t let him find you.

Ye Huan: My palms are sweating from nerves right now.

Ye Huan: Yet, it’s incredibly thrilling.

Foot Girl: I feel the same, anxious and excited to be in the same room as Zhang Qi’an.

Ye Huan: Let’s stop chatting, he’s coming out after showering.

Foot Girl: OK.

Ye Huan stayed silent in the closet, not daring to make a sound, but sitting curled up on the floor for too long made her lower limbs numb. She wished she had more room to move, only hoping Zhang Qi’an would leave soon.

But Murphy’s Law tells us, what you fear comes true.

After making a call, Zhang Qi’an’s assistant, Li Tao, arrived in minutes. They discussed something, but it wasn’t clear what. Ye Huan slightly opened the closet door, finally catching them talking about an allergy involving Xia Zhiqing, which was big news. Hastily, she opened the video capture; she wanted to expose Xia Zhiqing.

This counted as firsthand involvement in revealing another’s scandal, the video’s value was indisputable.

Ye Huan wasn’t quite a true fan, more of a wild private fan without a bottom line.

Zhang Qi’an and Li Tao chatted idly. Later, Zhang Qi’an started rehearsing lines, while Li Tao quietly played games next to him. This drove Ye Huan mad with anxiety in the closet.

However, even after Zhang Qi’an finished dinner, he showed no signs of leaving.

Ye Huan’s bladder was urgent, and her legs were numb. Out of ideas, she could only risk going out.

Cheng Qiaobei encountered the elevator girls again in the interaction area but did not see the one in the trench coat from yesterday.

He said to Wei Lai, "Someone’s missing, check it out."