When it came to people who didn't know the meaning of fear, Feng Wan had no intention of risking herself to teach them a lesson. After all, if she ended up getting caught on camera, it would only bring her more trouble.
In the dead of night, Feng Wan sat on the toilet lid in the bathroom, her fingers flying over her laptop keyboard as she worked.
Sure enough, that scumbag had plenty of dirt on him. His computer was filled with adult videos featuring him and various women—there was even one with a Black woman, which really said something about his… particular tastes.
From the footage, it was clear the male lead was the same in all the videos, but the female leads changed each time. Then she stumbled upon a password-protected folder—inside were clips featuring several underage girls. All of them had been forced while in a dazed or unconscious state. That bastard!
The discovery made Feng Wan's fury boil over. She hadn't expected Yan Yi to be this vile. This was enough evidence to put him behind bars for a long time.
Out of respect and concern for the victims, Feng Wan blurred out their faces and selected a few damning videos that clearly demonstrated his crimes. She packaged them up and sent them off to the appropriate national law enforcement authorities.
Even after doing all that, Feng Wan's rage hadn't subsided. Using her psychic-type ability, she scanned Yan Yi's location and saw him swirling a glass of red wine, wearing only a towel around his waist and grinning lewdly. Just from the look on his face, she could tell his mind was filled with nothing but filth.
Well, if that's how it was, then there was no need for his dirty little tool to exist any longer. Feng Wan directly crippled that part of his body with her powers, ensuring he'd never again have the means to harm another innocent girl. Then she delivered a final psychic blow, knocking him out cold.
Only after all this did Feng Wan return to bed. She checked her phone and saw a message she hadn't yet read:
"Be careful while filming. I'll be waiting for you to come back."
Seeing the message from Nie Shuyuan calmed her heart a little. She immediately replied:
"Everything's fine. See you when I return!"
On the other end, Nie Shuyuan had been staring at their chat the whole time. When he finally saw her reply, he smiled in relief and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
At three in the morning, a police car pulled up in front of the guesthouse, its arrival waking everyone up.
The sirens blared continuously—anyone not stirred by that must've been dead to the world. Well, everyone except one person.
The entire crew was thrown into chaos. The director and assistant director in particular looked like they were about to collapse with fear. After all, who wouldn't be scared by an unexpected visit from the police?
Soon, a stern-faced officer stepped forward and barked, "Who's in charge here? Take me to the room of the singer Yan Yi. Now."
The director quickly responded, "Officer, that would be me. I'll take you there right away!"
Moments later, Yan Yi—who was still dead asleep like a pig—was dragged out of bed and handcuffed. Even his assistant was taken along for "a chat."
The two directors watched the whole scene unfold in utter disbelief, nearly fainting from the shock. First they'd lost Zhou Zhengkang, the tax evader, and now Yan Yi, a criminal under investigation. Was the heavens hell-bent on destroying their show? Two problematic guests in a row!
Feng Wan, meanwhile, acted perfectly shocked, blending into the crowd with a look of innocent surprise—no one suspected her at all.
In the end, the production team decided to continue filming with just five guests. They were too traumatized to bring in anyone new.
The director was terrified the next person would turn out to be some other freak. Thankfully, they had only just started filming with Yan Yi, so they could easily reshoot his scenes the next day.
At the same time, in a dimly-lit karaoke bar, Kong Rui was drinking with a few of his buddies.
"Brother Kong, I prepared a clean college girl just for you tonight. The room's already set up."
"Haha, you really know what I like. Don't worry, I won't forget your favor."
Many men are like this—they might have a woman they love, but it doesn't stop them from indulging in pleasure elsewhere.
After finishing his sentence, Kong Rui hiccuped a few times, then grabbed the room card and stumbled his way inside.
He looked at the sultry beauty lying on the bed and immediately felt parched. Without hesitation, he lunged at her.
Unfortunately, no matter how turned on he got… his precious little buddy showed no signs of waking up.
Kong Rui froze, completely confused by the unexpected failure. The woman beneath him, meanwhile, looked at him with outright disdain.
She had spent a fortune getting surgery overseas to restore her virginity, all for the chance to seduce this famous director—and now he couldn't even perform. What a pathetic excuse for a man!
Unable to keep up the act, the woman shoved him off in disgust.
"Useless! Get off me. Stop wasting my damn time!"
Half-sober now from the humiliation, Kong Rui exploded with rage. He grabbed an ashtray from the nightstand and hurled it at her.
His aim was spot-on—it smacked her right in the forehead. Blood started pouring out instantly.
Terrified by what he'd just done, Kong Rui shakily dialed 120 for emergency help.
That very night, a bombshell hit the trending searches:
"Famous Director Injures Escort in Hotel Incident."