CHAPTER 276: CHAPTER 276: CLEARLY SLAPPING HER IN THE FACE

Wan Shaohu muttered to himself: Bad eyesight? More like bad brains!

After Wan Shaohu left, the living room only had Sang Ning left.

Sang Ning felt bored. She had been keeping watch until late at night, but Qingyue’s house still only had him inside.

Qingyue left the living room once midway, but he came back after just half an hour, changed into pajamas—he had probably gone to wash up.

After washing up, he continued watching horror movies.

During Sang Ning’s night-long watch, Qingyue managed to finish two horror movies, full-on unrestricted and uncensored ones.

Sang Ning was so bored that she started watching the horror movies alongside Qingyue using her high-powered binoculars. At least she finally managed to desensitize herself to horror films—a small accomplishment for the night.

Even by the early morning hours, Qingyue was still watching horror movies, showing no intention of going to bed.

Sang Ning could barely hold on, fiercely pinching her thighs to stay awake. For someone who desperately craves sleep, this was pure torture.

She hadn’t spotted anyone coming to Qingyue’s house all night. Logically, she should rest and recharge her energy, but her instinct told her there was something fishy about Qingyue staying up watching horror movies this late. She couldn’t afford to waste time—no matter how tired she felt, she had to persist in catching dirt on Qingyue within the next day or two.

Around 1 a.m., Qingyue, sitting on the couch, suddenly turned his head toward the hallway. Sang Ning quickly shook her head, forcing herself to refocus.

When Qingyue got up from the couch to open the door, Sang Ning hurriedly switched off the living room’s chandelier, like a Falcon silently lurking in the dark, closely tracking Qingyue’s every move.

Heaven rewards the diligent—Sang Ning finally spotted the person she was waiting for.

When Qingyue returned to the living room, he was accompanied by a woman in a wealthy matron’s attire.

But the woman kept her side turned to the camera, so Sang Ning couldn’t make out her features.

Sang Ning adjusted her angles non-stop, trying to capture the woman’s face, but suddenly, the light in Qingyue’s living room went out.

Sang Ning: ???

What the hell am I supposed to watch now? Are these two planning to flirt in the dark or what?

Sang Ning felt frustrated, exhaling a long breath of stale air. With Qingyue turning off the lights like this, was she wasting her efforts for the night?

She was desperate. Without light, her high-powered binoculars and camera were useless.

Just when Sang Ning thought the night would end fruitlessly, Qingyue’s living room suddenly lit up with a purple glow, casting a faint dreamy sheen across the curtains.

The purple lighting flickered on and off, creating an incredibly seductive atmosphere.

Sang Ning adjusted the camera again. Unfortunately, the dim purple light wasn’t enough to clearly capture Qingyue and the mysterious woman’s faces, but their silhouettes made their activities rather apparent.

Through the faint purple glow, Sang Ning saw the curtains in Qingyue’s living room being pulled open again, this time all the way.

Sang Ning found it strange—why would someone as cautious as Qingyue draw the curtains wide open?

Until she caught sight of two entangled bodies faintly reflected on the floor-to-ceiling window of Qingyue’s balcony. Sang Ning’s expression shifted from no reaction to utter resignation, finally settling into numb acceptance.

"Fuck!"

Sang Ning couldn’t suppress the urge to curse out loud, reaching out to yank her own curtain shut.

Out of sight, out of mind. The floor-to-ceiling window had become part of Qingyue and the mystery woman’s play, and Sang Ning didn’t want herself to be part of their game too.

Qingyue was such a contradiction—paranoid about privacy leaks, yet clearly enjoying the thrill of possibly being watched.

It was already past midnight, and a rich woman had come to Qingyue’s place for this kind of thing.

Sang Ning thought to herself, they’re playing so hardcore, she simply couldn’t understand.

Videos like this could utterly destroy Qingyue—since it was happening in his house—but Sang Ning decided she couldn’t stomach watching this any longer. She decided to give them a full hour instead.

Not even an hour later, the lights in Qingyue’s living room suddenly came back on.

Sang Ning let out a massive yawn—she was truly at her limit. Upon seeing the light across the way, she hurriedly parted her curtains and adjusted the camera angle.

This time, she finally captured the rich woman’s face.

She was wearing a silk camisole nightgown, leaning contentedly against Qingyue’s chest. Though older than Qingyue, she had the demeanor of a coy, dependent bird.

Damn! There’s definitely something about Qingyue!

Sang Ning hadn’t expected the rich woman Qingyue had charmed to be none other than Duan Wenhu, the big boss of Hai Chuan Entertainment!

No wonder Qingyue dared to act so boldly.

Sang Ning snapped photo after photo, documenting all the "sweet" moments between Qingyue and Duan Wenhu.

Let’s see how Qingyue plans to deny this now!

Sang Ning took countless pictures, each one clearly showing Qingyue and Duan Wenhu’s faces.

Once she had everything she needed, Qingyue finally stood up from the couch and pulled the curtains shut again.

This time, Qingyue not only drew the sheer white curtains but also pulled the thick, heavy ones closed, completely shutting out any view.

Now, Sang Ning couldn’t see a single thing—the blackout curtains at Qingyue’s place were so effective she couldn’t even make out shadows.

But it didn’t matter; she had already gotten her hands on everything she wanted.

**

Qingyue’s living room.

"Sis, can you not do this next time? It’s too risky. If someone saw us, it’d be over." Qingyue was deeply dissatisfied but didn’t dare complain much. He felt Duan Wenhu’s demands were becoming increasingly twisted—to the point where he could barely satisfy her.

"It’s fine. The buildings across from you have all turned off their lights. Everyone must be asleep by now. Who’d have nothing better to do than to spy on someone else’s balcony in the middle of the night?" Duan Wenhu chuckled lightly, completely dismissing Qingyue’s concerns.

Lately, the stress had been mounting, and she needed some unconventional ways to release it.

With an elegant air, Duan Wenhu crossed her legs, tapped her cigarette box against the coffee table, then pulled out a slim cigarette and brought it to her lips.

Qingyue, kneeling on the floor with a submissive demeanor, lit a lighter to help Duan Wenhu ignite the cigarette.

Duan Wenhu was pleased, reaching out to ruffle his hair. "Xiao Yue, do you know what I like most about you?"

"I don’t know," Qingyue shook his head.

"I love how you know when to be fierce and when to act like a total lapdog." Duan Wenhu raised her foot and stepped on Qingyue’s chest, her demeanor imperious, treating him like her personal servant.

Qingyue felt physically sick, repulsed, but maintained a fawning smile. "Sis, it’s what I should do."

"Sis, I really want to collaborate with Director Qin. Do I still have a shot at joining his new film’s cast?" Having paid his dues, Qingyue began to ask for the reward he felt he deserved.

"Xiao Yue, why are you so fixated on landing this crappy film?" Duan Wenhu withdrew her foot, her gaze shifting awkwardly to one side.

Just mentioning it made her fume.

They had already agreed that Hai Chuan Entertainment’s expansion into the industry would be fully managed by her.

But now, even though Hai Chuan is the backer for Director Qin’s new film, she hadn’t been given any authority over it—it was clearly a slap in her face!