Into the Night, Jiao Jiao Gets Kissed by a Business Tycoon
Chapter 123: What’s the Rush?

Chapter 123: Chapter 123: What’s the Rush?

At ten o’clock in the evening, Lin Wei arrived on time at the hotel booked in advance by President Zhang.

Standing at the bottom of the hotel, she looked up at the lavishly appointed lobby, her gaze complex and profound.

Earlier, to get a role, she had been introduced to this President Zhang by her agent. After a night of pleasure, President Zhang had indeed, as agreed, cast her as the female lead in a TV drama, the one she shot with Xinan.

But that TV drama was halted just a few weeks after it started filming, and the director vanished without a trace.

Behind the scenes, she had a vague idea of who was pulling the strings—the director had offended Xinan, and how could Cheng Yi let him off easily?

This time, President Zhang had asked her out again, proposing even more enticing conditions. He would not only boost her into the film industry but also invest in her new show.

The film industry was the dream of every actor, and certainly hers as well.

Having been in the entertainment circle for so long, Lin Wei was too aware of how things would turn out without capital back-up: either remain a minor actor for life with no chance of rising or be a despised little internet celebrity on online platforms.

Clearly, her goal was definitely not to be a small internet celebrity.

So... as an actress with a weak foundation and lacking both power and influence, to turn her fortunes around, she had to choose an even shortcut, which was to hitch her wagon to the powerful and let them become the mountain behind her.

Only by relying on them to become a best actress could she have a chance to get closer to Cheng Yi.

Lin Wei took a deep breath, glanced at the room number President Zhang had sent her, and then walked towards the elevator...

She rode the elevator up, arrived outside the door, and knocked. It didn’t take long for the door to open, revealing the lecherous visage of President Zhang.

He must have just taken a shower, so he was in a bathrobe, his hair still damp and dripping.

"Miss Weiwei, you are late today!" As he spoke, President Zhang pulled Lin Wei inside and closed the door.

Entering the room, an overpowering smell of smoke hit her, making her cough violently.

The room was dimly lit, and one could just make out President Zhang’s fatty cheeks jiggling.

Finally, Lin Wei was pinned down on the bed by President Zhang, and as they approached the final step, she closed her eyes...

Just let it be...

Since she had already been defiled once, what did a few more times matter...

It doesn’t matter anymore...

She felt that as long as she kept her eyes closed, the person on top of her didn’t exist.

Later, all Lin Wei could think about was Cheng Yi—his indifferent gaze at her, the inadvertent smile on his lips, and the deep timbre of his voice when he spoke...

It seemed that only when she thought of him, the pain in her body became less pronounced, and all she was enduring at this moment was worth it.

Afterward, President Zhang lay on the bed, exhausted, with a thin smile on his greasy face.

Lin Wei picked up her clothes from the floor, wanting to leave this place as soon as possible because staying one second longer made her uncomfortable.

But before her feet could touch the ground, she was pulled back by a pair of calloused hands, and then she heard heavy breathing in her ear: "What are you doing?"

"Going home."

"What the fuck are you rushing for?" He shouted and raised his hand.

Lin Wei closed her eyes, and the anticipated slap indeed fell on her face, the burning sting spreading across her body. But the humiliation she felt was even greater than the pain on her face.

President Zhang glared at Lin Wei, and with a "snap," he turned off the lamp on the bedside table.

"Stay and sleep with me." He pulled up the blanket and lay down, not giving Lin Wei a chance to say a word.

This turned out to be the most restless night of sleep Lin Wei had ever had, although she had slept with President Zhang a few times before, usually leaving right after. This was the first time he had asked her to stay overnight.

President Zhang was restless in his sleep as well, continually asking her, "Baby, how does it feel?"

"..."

Each word was more nauseating than the last.

If earlier it was her body being tormented, now it was her soul.

And she had to respond with a smile, praising him to the skies.

But in reality, his skills were terrible!

After an indeterminate amount of time, snoring finally started beside her, and Lin Wei, full of disdain, went into the bathroom.

Bearing the pain, Lin Wei washed the sweat from her body, scrubbing as if to wash off the traces the man had left on her.

But she couldn’t—the bruises remained, and there was no starting over.

After about two hours soaking in the water, her skin wrinkling, Lin Wei slowly got out of the bathtub, dressed, and lay down next to President Zhang as if nothing had happened.

Yet she still did not sleep, her eyes hollow as she stared blankly at a corner of the bedroom, even though it was pitch dark and she could see nothing.

Thus, she remained in that position all night.

In the early morning, to the faint sound of car horns outside, President Zhang finally awoke. Despite her disgust for the man, Lin Wei still cooed, "President Zhang."

He seemed pleased, kissing her forehead and then burying his head in Lin Wei’s neck to inhale the faint scent on her body before getting up, dressing, and, on departure, giving Lin Wei an extra bank card.

Looking at the card flung on the bed’s foot, Lin Wei laughed softly and picked it up, tucking it into her pocket while remaining prostrate.

Now her daily expenses were dozens of times higher than before, so in the face of reality, she had no room for pride.

Lin Wei left the hotel suite without looking back.

But what she didn’t know was that in a corner of the room a red light was flashing.