Chapter 473: A Taste Of Your Own Medicine

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

Xu Xiyan checked her reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were still a normal, healthy pink, and she felt perfectly fine. She counted her lucky stars: she hadn’t been drugged yet.

She calmly returned to the private room, and found that Zhao Ruiqi had already refilled her empty cup.

Xu Xiyan guessed that her drink had been spiked.

Once she sat down, Zhao Ruiqi lifted her own cup for a toast. “Jing Xi, you finally finished all your scenes. We’ll miss seeing you on the set. Here’s another toast—I hope we’ll be able to get together again in the future.”

What a load of bull!

Xu Xiyan snorted inwardly as she raised her cup with a beatific smile on her face.

Zhao Ruiqi stared at Xu Xiyan’s cup. She was shouting like a maniac inside: Come on, drink it! It’s going to be such a “fun” and “exciting” night for you!

The cup was almost at Xu Xiyan’s lips when there was a sudden ke-rack!—it was the sound of a phone hitting the floor.

Zhao Ruiqi watched the new phone she had bought for 10,000 yuan hit the floor. Sh*t! She felt as though she had been punched in the gut.

She set her cup down and hastily bent to retrieve her phone. Xu Xiyan seized the opportunity to switch their drinks.

“The phone’s okay, right? I hope I didn’t break it,” Xu Xiyan asked worriedly as Zhao Ruiqi picked up her phone. In actual fact, she had deliberately dropped it, but she wasn’t about to admit it.

“Oh my god, look at this crack on the screen! It’s a new phone! Why am I so unlucky?! Ugh…” It pained Zhao Ruiqi to see what had become of her new phone. She could not stop sighing.

“Oh, that’s probably just a sign of good luck coming your way. Out with the old, in with the new! Come on, let’s have a toast—to a change of luck for you!”

All of Zhao Ruiqi’s attention was now on her phone. She downed her drink without a second thought—all she wanted now was for her bad luck to go away.

The dinner was now coming to an end. Many of the male production staff were already drunk. Xu Xiyan put a hand to her forehead. “Qiqi, I feel so dizzy!”

She got up unsteadily. She looked like she would fall over any minute, if it wasn’t for Zhao Ruiqi supporting her.

Zhao Ruiqi was also feeling light-headed from the spiked drink. She brushed it off, thinking it was just the white wine she had been drinking.

“Jing Xi, if you’re feeling dizzy, I can take you upstairs to rest. Director Huang booked a room, in case any us wanted to refresh ourselves.”

“Okay, sorry for the trouble.”

Xu Xiyan leaned against Zhao Ruiqi, and let her steer her out of the private room.

Zhao Ruiqi led Xu Xiyan to the elevator and pressed the button for the 11th floor. It took her some time to figure out the floor plan and find the room Wen Li had booked: Room 1128.

Once they were inside the room, Zhao Ruiqi tried to get Xu Xiyan onto the bed. Suddenly, her own legs buckled under her and she fell onto the bed, together with Xu Xiyan.

“It’s so hot in here! I’m burning up!” Zhao Ruiqi mumbled.

Xu Xiyan sat up from the bed and turned to look at Zhao Ruiqi, whose face was now flushed. Zhao Ruiqi was no longer thinking clearly; she began to tug at her own clothes.

The drug was working!

Hmph, you wanted to sabotage me? Well, here’s a taste of your own medicine!

Xu Xiyan decided it would be unprofessional to leave without making sure everything was in place. She removed all of Zhao Ruiqi’s clothes—stripping her naked—and pulled the blanket over her.

She dimmed the lights, leaving just enough light for it to be “romantic,” and then quietly left the room.

Xu Xiyan did not immediately leave the hotel. She hid in a dark corner; she wanted to see what kind of man Xu Xinrou had arranged for her.

After waiting for about 15 minutes, a man appeared in the corridor.

It was a fat man, to be precise, and one who looked very familiar. It was Mr. Li, the fat, piggish investor from five years ago.

Xu Xiyan had to admit she was impressed—in all the wrong ways. This disgusting man had apparently continued to lust after her since his failed attempt to bed her five years ago.

Five years ago, Mr. Li had missed out on his “night of fun” because something had come up at the 11th hour. He had never stopped regretting it.

This time, Mr. Li had made for the hotel at full speed after receiving the call. He had learned his lesson and did not dare waste a single minute.