Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?-Chapter 155: Spoiling and All That

"Was that really Yimo just now?" Song Ke asked incredulously.

Qiao Jing had seen it all before and remained much calmer, "Of course it was real." A bunch of fussing guys, so ignorant! He had known all along!

They weren’t fools either; recalling the incident, there were only two words to express their feelings.

Yimo is too cunning!

He must have known long ago that Tong Yan couldn’t hold her liquor well, so right from the start, he proposed a drinking match, setting a trap for her, and calculated the level of her intoxication. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Then he just sat back and reaped the benefits!

Yimo, oh Yimo, isn’t your scheming a bit too deep!

Utterly shameless, really!

They actually believed it back then, thinking he truly did it for Feifei!

Thinking about it now, they were too naive!

No wonder they’ve never outwitted him over all these years!

Such deep tactics!

Being targeted by Yimo, it’s hard to tell if it’s lucky or pitiful.

Somehow, they felt a bit sympathetic towards Tong Yan...

Dong Feifei, who had remained silent all along, suddenly blurted, "Had I known this, I would’ve pretended to be drunk."

Everyone was silent.

Dear sister, that really depends on the person.

Even if you pretend to be drunk, Yimo wouldn’t let you get close!

...

Bo Yimo carried the squirming Tong Yan upstairs, his usual steady pace changed to a more hurried one. His face was expressionless, revealing no emotions, except when he looked at Tong Yan, his gaze was filled with gentleness, and the faint smile softened his cold, distant demeanor.

There are five rooms above the bar, each designed very luxuriously, generally not easily opened to the public, only the top-tier VIP black card members can enjoy them for free.

Bo Yimo rarely visits bars, but Qiao Jing is a regular patron, spending anywhere from tens of thousands to over a million each time, already a black card member.

Upon arriving at the room, Bo Yimo laid her down on the bed.

The large, two-meter black bed surrounded with white curtains, light and sheer as gauze, moonlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, passing through the curtains, illuminating Tong Yan, making her skin appear snowy.

His silly girl lay defenseless on the bed, close enough to reach with a stretch of a hand.

Such a scene, he had dreamt about countless times.

This time, it became real.

Bo Yimo chuckled, and in an instant, it was as if spring had arrived, ice and snow melting away, carrying a hint of warmth.

At this moment, Tong Yan sat up from the bed, hooked an arm around Bo Yimo’s neck, and fell directly back onto the bed, immediately flipping over, assuming a top-down position. She chuckled, touched his face, lowered her head to give him a kiss, "Pretty boy, lie there obediently, wait for me to pamper you."

Bo Yimo lay on the bed, watching the girl he had longed for, a smile playing at his lips, his voice gentle, "Darling, how are you going to pamper me?"

Tong Yan nodded, pounding her chest heroically, "Just wait."

Lowering her head, she started tugging at his clothes, but unfortunately, they were of such high quality that after much effort, not a single piece came off. She was quite displeased, "What kind of clothes are these, always working against me!"