CHAPTER 227: CHAPTER 225: ACTUALLY SENT TO JING JIHAN’S BED

Shi Su waited for a while longer, just about ready to simply call Jing Jihan directly.

Although she knew with his keen instincts, there must be a reason he didn’t come here tonight, still reminding him would give her some peace of mind.

She rarely called Jing Jihan’s private number unless something urgent came up.

The call went through, but there was no answer.

She called two more times, it rang for a long time, still no one answered.

No response on WeChat, calls unanswered, what’s going on?

Was the phone not with him?

Just as Shi Su was about to get up, suddenly, footsteps came from outside the bathroom, the sound pacing back and forth anxiously and frantically.

She paused, and after hearing a few words, she pressed her ear against the stall door to listen carefully to the intentionally hushed conversation outside the bathroom.

It was the producer’s voice, faintly speaking into the phone in a low voice: "Weren’t you just supposed to take her out for a meal? Spiking a drink seems over the top, doesn’t it? I understand what you mean, but this wasn’t with her permission, and I promised not to mess around, just a meal. How can this be okay?"

"Shi Su is at least the lead female star in our group, if something happens..."

"Mr. Jing is already here?"

"What? She’s already had your drink? Been sent to the room?"

"No, I just stepped out to take a couple of calls, and you guys already took Shi Su away. How am I supposed to explain this tomorrow?"

"Even if you think Mr. Jing is interested in her, isn’t this approach a bit too much..."

"Aren’t you afraid of Mr. Jing being upset? He’s not someone to go for this. If things backfire, our entire production will suffer."

"No, no, which room did you send Shi Su to? I need to get her out..."

"...Mr. Jing has already entered the room?!"

The voice was intermittent, but it was clear the producer wanted to avoid people, deliberately coming to the less frequented bathroom area to take this call, though because it was too quiet, Shi Su could hear it clearly instead.

But.

Did they spike Shi Su’s drink?

She drank alcohol and was sent to a room?

Yet here she was sitting quietly with nothing happening to her?

Shi Su looked up and checked her surroundings, the bathroom seemed normal, with no cameras, no one would know she was here.

She got up and listened carefully again, the producer seemed to angrily have hung up the phone and was pacing back and forth anxiously.

At least he had some humanity.

He remembered his promises and still worried about her.

Shi Su pushed the door open and walked out, and as she reached the bathroom entrance, the producer was standing there, frowning, trying to figure something out. Seeing Shi Su emerge startled him as if he’d seen a ghost, looking her up and down several times before being shocked, "What are you doing here?"

"Where else would I be if not here?" Shi Su teased, glancing around seeing no one else was there, then looked at the producer, having no time for games and directly said, "What exactly is happening tonight? I heard your call just now."

The producer was momentarily speechless, then seeing Shi Su wasn’t going to let it go, said, "Sorry, Shi Su, initially I agreed with friends here to have you over for a meal because they thought Mr. Jing might be interested in you and wanted to make him happy by your presence, but I didn’t expect them to..."

Shi Su raised an eyebrow, looking at him, waiting for him to continue.

However, the producer paused for a moment, then suddenly asked in puzzlement, "Since you didn’t drink the alcohol they sent later, who was the woman sent to the room?"

"Did they really prepare to spike the drink? Are people in this circle always so..."

Shi Su didn’t finish her sentence but suddenly her tone also paused.

The woman sent to the room?

The room?

Jing Jihan went into that room?

That unknown woman in Jing Jihan’s room?!

She suddenly looked fixedly at the producer, her voice cold: "Where is she?"

Seeing Shi Su seemed like a big deal was on her mind, the producer shrugged: "I don’t know."

Since it wasn’t Shi Su who was sent in, if something really happened, if Mr. Jing truly became furious, it wouldn’t involve them.

The producer finally breathed a sigh of relief, but saw Shi Su suddenly turn around and head downstairs.

"Hey, Shi Su, where are you going? If they’ve sent the wrong person, if they see you suddenly appear here and forcefully send you in, what then? Are you crazy? Come back..." the producer called to her softly.

But Shi Su ran downstairs without looking back—

...

The Yating Xuan had a total of three floors, third-floor guest rooms needed reservation and were not accessible, second floor was empty, first floor was livelier.

The first floor also had guest rooms, but not as secluded as those on the third floor.

No need to think, she guessed those people arranged rooms certainly on the third floor.

She rushed to the bar, wanting badly to angrily demand the front desk for the elevator card to the third floor, but reason told her no, so she had to suppress her anger and disgust, swiping 3,600 yuan for a room just to get a card that could unlock the third-floor elevator, then rushing directly to the elevator to the third floor.

Upon reaching the third floor, the hallway was empty and quiet, with only the European-style ceramic walls and soft long carpet.

Shi Su walked past each door, calling Jing Jihan’s phone continuously.

Once, no answer.

Twice, no answer.

Answer the phone, Jing Jihan!

She hurriedly moved forward, suddenly hearing what seemed like high heels lightly hitting the ground from the direction of the emergency exit.

Shi Su swiftly turned her gaze towards the emergency exit door, walked briskly over, and abruptly pushed open the door to find Tong Yuanyuan standing there.

At the moment Tong Yuanyuan saw Shi Su, her expression froze, instinctively tossing the phone she just used into her clothes pocket, averting Shi Su’s gaze, and turning to walk down the stairs.

Watching her hurriedly retreating back, Shi Su coldly asked, "Was it you who arranged the wrong woman to be sent?"

Tong Yuanyuan’s steps halted, she didn’t rush to leave but turned her gaze to Shi Su, with evident excitement and triumph in her eyes.

Indeed.

Who else could be the one most afraid of Shi Su rising through the ranks?

Besides Tong Yuanyuan, who else could it be?

If Tong Yuanyuan had known all along what the people at Jiang City wanted to do tonight, yet feared Shi Su would end up in Jing Jihan’s bed and truly use him as a stepping stone to elevate herself, she only needed to use the confusion to slip another woman in, thinking she could successfully block Shi Su’s path.

Tong Yuanyuan was indeed daring, defying the Jiang City leaders’ pressure to sabotage their plans.

She truly relied on having someone like Jin Yuanshan as her godfather to do whatever she pleased.

No time to question who might’ve colluded with Tong Yuanyuan, Shi Su fought the urge to slap her, sternly asked, "Which room is she in?"