Chapter 110: 3 Women, 1 Show

Saturday morning at 11:00 AM, Presidential Suite on the 27th floor of Chujiang Hotel.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting large patches of light on the floor.

Occasionally, suppressed sobs could be heard coming from the direction of the bedroom.

"Brother Ding Heng..."

Zhao Yanxi's voice was broken and trembling.

"Li Aitong and her boyfriend are almost at the hotel...we..."

"It's alright, let them wait a little longer."

"It hurts~"

"Shut up, don't shout!"

……

Everything has settled down.

Ding Heng bent down and looked the girl over.

Zhao Yanxi's tattered maid outfit was crumpled into a ball, and the lace trim was torn and twisted.

He raised his hand and gently patted Zhao Yanxi's white-stockinged thigh.

"Let's wash up together, then go eat."

Zhao Yanxi glared at him with a mixture of resentment and coquettishness, then sat up, propped herself up on the edge of the bed, and staggered toward the master bathroom.

"Let's wash them separately... I'm scared!"

Before the words were even finished, the bathroom door had already closed, and the sound of it being locked came from the inside.

Ding Heng smiled and turned to go to another bathroom.

After a quick rinse, he changed his clothes and sat on the living room sofa to browse his phone.

More than half an hour later, the door to the master bedroom finally opened.

Ding Heng raised his head, his gaze lingering on Zhao Yanxi for a moment.

As they spent more and more time together, Zhao Yanxi probably realized Ding Heng's certain quirks, and recently she has been wearing JK uniforms more and more often.

The dark green, loose-fitting knit sweater was soft and comfortable, with a neckline that opened just right, revealing a section of her fair neck.

She wore a brown JK skirt that reached just above her knees, leaving her thighs completely bare, paired with off-white slouch socks that loosely bunched up at her ankles.

She had a small pink bag slung over her shoulder, with a fluffy charm hanging from it.

She stood there, looking both obedient and gentle, with a touch of lazy playfulness.

Ding Heng walked over, raised his hand, and slapped the girl's thigh.

"Smack."

He said irritably, "It's gotten so cold lately, and you're still showing your legs?"

"Ouch!"

Zhao Yanxi winced in pain, but she wasn't angry at all. She stepped forward, hugged Ding Heng's arm, and pressed herself against him.

"Don't worry, I'm not cold~"

Her voice was soft, and she felt secretly delighted.

Zhao Yanxi thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being both controlled and cared for.

The two went downstairs and arrived at the hotel lobby.

As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I saw a Mercedes SUV parked outside.

The car door opened, and Zhao Yanxi's roommate, Li Aitong, jumped out, waving to them. The LV bag slung over her shoulder gleamed brightly in the sunlight.

Immediately afterwards, the driver's side door opened, and a boy who was about 1.75 meters tall got out.

She was fairly good-looking, with regular features and fair skin.

Wearing a luxurious casual autumn outfit paired with limited-edition sneakers, and with a watch on her wrist gleaming with metallic luster, she exudes an aura of "I'm rich" from head to toe.

It was Li Aitong's boyfriend, Wang Xu.

However, he looked a little tired and his face was pale, with dark circles under his eyes, so Friday night must have been a tough night for him.

As the two entered the hotel lobby, Wang Xu's gaze instinctively fell on Zhao Yanxi.

Even though he was already Li Aitong's boyfriend, the way he looked at Zhao Yanxi still carried an aggressive glint in his eyes.

Ding Heng saw everything and knew it all perfectly well.

After meeting Wang Xu, he finally understood why Zhao Yanxi insisted on having him accompany her to watch the variety show.

Among Zhao Yanxi's many suitors, Wang Xu, a senior in his third year, was the most persistent and patient.

He is indeed "rich and good-looking," and has changed girlfriends on average every six months since college, always successful.

Zhao Yanxi was his first major setback.

Perhaps driven by his competitive spirit, he persisted even after Zhao Yanxi repeatedly stated that she had a boyfriend, and even came up with the crooked idea of ​​using Li Aitong as a stepping stone.

Those two variety show tickets were given to Zhao Yanxi by Wang Xu through Li Aitong.

So Zhao Yanxi simply dragged Ding Heng into the scheme, intending to make Wang Xu give up completely.

Upon entering the hotel, Wang Xu was quite displeased to see Zhao Yanxi intimately embracing Ding Heng, and at the same time realized a serious problem.

The bag I gave to Li Aitong cost over 20,000 yuan, and it was secondhand.

The presidential suite at Chujiang Hotel costs more than 20,000 yuan a day.

According to Li Aitong, Zhao Yanxi and her boyfriend book hotel suites every weekend.

If it's true, my economic advantage will vanish completely...

With the attitude of "not giving up until the Yellow River is crossed", Wang Xu stepped forward and extended his hand to Ding Heng.

"Hello, Wang Xu."

He smiled politely: "You're Yan hope's boyfriend, right? I've heard so much about you."

What if Ding Heng is just faking it by staying at the hotel to save face?

Ding Heng smiled politely: "Ding Heng, thank you for the vote, senior."

The moment the two shook hands, Wang Xu subconsciously exerted force, only to find himself gripping a piece of iron.

Ding Heng smiled and slightly increased the pressure on his hand.

He didn't use much force, but it made Wang Xu tremble in pain, and he barely managed to keep from crying out.

With Ding Heng's current strength, if he really wanted to exert himself, he could easily crush Wang Xu's hand.

His eyes clearly conveyed a warning—if you try anything funny again, don't blame me for being ruthless.

Wang Xu's expression changed, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

Ding Heng said nonchalantly, "It's still early, let's have dinner at the hotel before we go."

After their first encounter, Wang Xu became much more restrained.

At the dinner table, he didn't dare to look at Zhao Yanxi any longer, focusing only on dealing with Li Aitong. Occasionally, he would chat with Ding Heng for a few minutes, but it was all about trivial topics.

The four of them finished their meal peacefully, and then the waiter brought the bill.

Wang Xu instinctively said, "I'll do it."

Skilled conversation is a traditional form of politeness at Chinese dinner parties.

I thought Ding Heng would decline, and then I would go along with it...

Ding Heng simply handed over the bill: "Okay, thank you for the treat, senior."

Zhao Yanxi immediately chimed in, "Senior is so generous! Ai Tong is so lucky~"

The two of them worked together, putting Wang Xu in a difficult position.

Li Aitong also looked over, her eyes filled with anticipation.

"Of course, of course."

Wang Xu forced a bitter smile, but inside he was incredibly frustrated.

He took out his card and handed it to the waiter.

Twenty-two thousand, gone just like that...

In Ding Heng's mind, a system notification suddenly popped up: the hotel's resonance level, which hadn't been touched for a long time.

Territory Resonance: 8%

Goodness, I almost forgot about that!

Looks like I'll have to find a way to take advantage of the big spenders more often in the future!

When Wang Xu arrived at the parking lot, he saw Ding Heng's beat-up Chang'an and finally felt a little better.

He couldn't help but say sarcastically, "I didn't expect my junior's car to be so understated."

"It's an old car at home, as long as it works."

Ding Heng wasn't annoyed. He simply explained and opened the car door for Zhao Yanxi to get in.

Two cars arrived at the recording location, where there was a long queue at the ticket checkpoint and quite a few people.

Wang Xu boasted to Li Aitong as they walked.

"I have a friend at the station who will be drawing lucky audience members for an interaction later. If you'd like to go on stage, I can have him arrange it."

Li Aitong exclaimed excitedly, "Really? That's wonderful! I heard yesterday that Long He was coming to Yuelu Mountain, it's such a pity I didn't get to interact with him..."

Zhao Yanxi smiled politely: "We don't need to, we don't want to be on TV."

Wang Xu thought he was being humorous: "It's okay, Yan hope, you're so pretty, be more outgoing!"

"hehe……"

Zhao Yanxi gave a forced smile.

When it was finally their turn, Zhao Yanxi handed two tickets into the window.

The staff member took it, checked it, and then handed it back.

"Sorry, your tickets are fake."

Zhao Yanxi was stunned, and Wang Xu was also stunned.

"impossible!"

He quickly moved closer: "Check it again! I bought it at a high price!"

The staff member took Wang Xu's ticket, checked it again, and shook his head.

"I'm sorry, sir, it is indeed a fake ticket! As far as I know, tickets for this episode were not sold to the public. You must have been scammed by a fake scalper."

Wang Xu's face turned pale and then flushed.

Li Aitong frowned at him: "Wang Xu, didn't you say your tickets were a gift from an acquaintance?"

Wang Xu opened his mouth, stammering as if trying to explain, but couldn't say anything, his face burning with pain.

Zhao Yanxi stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "Never mind, let's go back first. It's best to call the police about this kind of thing."

Li Aitong turned and left, and Wang Xu quickly chased after her, calling out her name in a flattering manner as he went.

Zhao Yanxi and Wang Xu have given up hope, but Li Aitong has already spent a lot of money and he's still not done playing around!

After the two walked away, Zhao Yanxi turned to face Ding Heng, looking dejected.

"Brother Ding Heng, I'm sorry... Let's go too."

"It's okay, just wait a moment."

Since he was already there, Ding Heng didn't want to disappoint the girl, so he took out his phone and sent a message.

[Ding Heng]: I bought a ticket at a high price to come see you in person, but I got scammed by a scalper... Waaaaah!

A few seconds later, a reply popped up.

【Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon】: Are you stupid?!

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: Where are you now?

【丁衡】：Ticket checkpoint.

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: []

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: Wait!

Zhao Yanxi leaned over to look at his phone.

Who is it?

"A friend of mine can guarantee we can get in."

Ding Heng put away his phone, signaling Zhao Yanxi to relax.

A moment later, a woman in her early forties walked over slowly.

Short hair, neat appearance, dressed in a black business suit, serious expression.

Sister Song, Longhe's agent.

She waved her name tag at the staff, muttered a few words, and then walked up to Ding Heng.

"Are you Ding Heng?"

"right."

Sister Song looked him up and down and nodded.

"Come with me."

"Thank you, Sister Song."

Ding Heng took Zhao Yanxi's hand and was about to walk inside when he heard hurried footsteps behind him.

"Wait, wait, wait!"

Wang Xu dragged Li Aitong over, panting heavily.

"We're together!"

Sister Song stopped and turned to look at Ding Heng.

"Are you all together?"

Ding Heng remained silent for a second.

I guess so.

Sister Song, who was arranged by Yang Sijie to be her daughter's agent, is naturally a shrewd person, and she immediately sensed the difficulty in Ding Heng's tone.

She put on a stern face and said in a businesslike manner, "I'm sorry, I only managed to get two seats."

Wang Xu was taken aback.

"But we..."

Sister Song ignored him and turned to walk inside.

As Zhao Yanxi passed by Wang Xu, she deliberately sighed.

"Sigh, what a pity..."

Wang Xu stood there, watching the two figures disappear at the end of the passage, his face ashen as if he had swallowed a fly.

Li Aitong shook off his hand, her expression also unpleasant.

"Let's go, what are you still standing here for?"

Ding Heng didn't know how things ended between the two.

He and Zhao Yanxi were led by Sister Song to the front row of the audience, right in the center, with an excellent view.

Zhao Yanxi sat down, excitedly looking around: "Brother Ding Heng, your friend is amazing!"

"good."

Ding Heng chuckled awkwardly, wondering what kind of expression Long He would have when she saw him sitting with Zhao Yanxi.

"good."

Ding Heng chuckled awkwardly, wondering what kind of expression Long He would have when she saw him sitting with Zhao Yanxi.

The show hadn't started yet, and the staff on stage were making final adjustments.

Zhao Yanxi leaned on Ding Heng's shoulder, scrolling through her phone.

Suddenly she remembered something and leaned close to Ding Heng's ear.

"By the way, Brother Ding Heng, I heard from Hua Yue that Sister Hua Qing will be on stage today, did you know?"

Ding Heng's heart tightened, but he feigned surprise on his face.

"Really? What a coincidence!"

"Yeah, yeah!"

Zhao Yanxi sighed sincerely, "I'm so envious just thinking about how Hua Qing will be able to go on stage and interact with Long He and the others later."

"Is...is that so...?"

Ding Heng gave an awkward laugh, a few drops of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

Zhao Yanxi spoke again: "Do you think we have a chance to be lucky audience members?"

Ding Heng's forehead was covered in even more cold sweat: "Didn't you say you didn't want to show your face?"

"If Wang Xu asked me, I'd definitely give a hard answer! But if I actually got to go on stage..."

Zhao Yanxi's eyes sparkled with anticipation, while Ding Heng felt a chill run down his spine.

No way...

Three women want to put on a show?

On stage, the staff began the countdown.

The lights dimmed.

The program is about to begin...