All of the reporters were on standby, ready with their pens and cameras. An hour ago, they received a stimulating text message that reawakened their journalistic nerves. If they could score this piece of news, tomorrow's paper would be sold out. How could they miss out on this news?
Opposite the door of a six-star hotel, the vicinity of the fountain amidst a cluster of flowers was completely packed with reporters. They were all waiting with bated breath. The source of the information was reliable and everyone was certain that the person they were seeking would walk out from the main entrance.
Once they spot him, they'll have a headline story. Everyone advised their newspapers to leave the front page empty, waiting for the latest news.
Same hotel, tenth floor, room 1008. A moment of passion had just ended on the bed.
"Mr. Huo, do you not like the idea of getting married? Recently, I've seen many people talking about you getting married to Miss Liang. If it's about getting married, what do I lack?" The woman, lying on the man's chest, could feel a change in his body. She didn't want to miss this moment. Only during these moments would the man be truthful with her.
"You want to marry me? Based on what? Your body? You should know that with a single throw of cash, hundreds of women would cling to me. Me, getting married? How come I didn't know?" Huo Xirong sneered, his handsome face showcasing sharp lines. Despite the dim lighting, his silhouette remained clear, casting a spell on countless women.
"I have been by your side longer than any other woman, and my background is clean, why can't it be me?" Hong Yingxue was half coquettish, half discontented. The woman was disappointed to hear from Huo Xirong that he had no plans to marry, despite her having painstakingly paid a huge sum to someone in Huo's company to get this information.
"You? If your background is clean, then everyone must be from a famous family. I know what you're trying to do, nobody blackmails me during euphoria. I no longer need the climax, you're dismissed!"
Huo Xirong freed himself from the woman and got up from the bed. Grabbing a towel to wipe his sweat, he put on a shirt, slipped into his pants, threw his suit into the trash can, pulled out a credit card from his wallet, and tossed it onto the woman.
Huo Xirong did not look back at Hong Yingxue's pleas as he totally dismissed her from his life.
Walking through the hotel corridor, his phone rang. It was his assistant's panicky voice, "Mr. Huo, I don't know who leaked the news, but a lot of reporters are waiting at the door to catch you and Miss Hong Yingxue spieling gossip. Not only the front door but also the back, all filled with reporters, trying to trap you. If you're caught in an unfortunate situation, it would be troublesome, our stocks might plummet tomorrow. The contract we're trying to secure might be jeopardized."
The assistant's sound was frantic, as if he was about to jump out from the phone just to tell Huo Xirong about the reporters waiting.
Huo Xirong muttered a few expletives under his breath, slapping his phone in frustration. He didn't know who sold him out about the hotel. He was supposed to sign the final contract with a foreign company at the airport in an hour. But there's trouble now, and he can't go out in a disheveled state. There's no need for the reporters to make up a story if they saw him like this—they would quickly assume the worst. He didn't want to go back to the room to get his suit because Hong Yingxue would definitely not let him go. She had probably seen the reporters downstairs.
His assistant was waiting for him at the airport and didn't have time to bring him a suit. Moreover, many people knew his assistant, so if he showed up, it would simply consolidate the rumors.
