C12 A Spear and a Short Cannon Attack

Ji Xinling's silence was palpable to Nie Zeyu. He looked up to see her pale face and stiff expression, and it felt like a small stone had been tossed into the calm lake of his heart, sending ripples outward.

"Alright, we might be in for some trouble, so try not to overthink it. I suggest you eat something first. There's some milk on the table; I've already warmed it up. Also, your bag is by the bed."

Ji Xinling wasn't slow to catch on. Nie Zeyu's words served as a subtle reminder. With just a bit of thought, she began to piece things together. Surveying her current surroundings, her eyes turned cold. She had been careless, or perhaps she had fallen into someone else's trap. But she owed Nie Zeyu a thank you because, in her most vulnerable and helpless moments, he was always there by her side.

Just as she was about to speak, Nie Zeyu's phone rang. He stood up and walked to the window to take the call. Watching his tall and captivating silhouette, she lowered her gaze, swallowing the words she had intended to say. Instead of drinking the milk, she headed to the bathroom.

She had drunk far too much the night before, and after a night's sleep, her head was pounding, and she felt unwell. A shower seemed like the best remedy. Shortly after she entered the bathroom, she suddenly heard a commotion outside, as if someone had swiped a card to break in and was now blocking the bedroom.

Cameras and flashes were all aimed at Nie Zeyu, capturing every corner of the luxurious room, determined not to miss a single detail.

"Young Master Nie, we've heard you usually keep your distance from women, yet here you are, checking into a hotel with one. How do you explain this?"

"Young Master Nie, it's said you have a rule against letting women get close, but now you're openly with a woman here. Are you trying to create a certain image?"

"And, Young Master Nie, you mentioned returning to contribute to our city's development. Is this just a cover for your escapades?"

"Yeah, Young Master Nie, do you secretly meet women like this because it's something you've always done? Is your public image just a facade? Care to explain the current situation?"

The reporters relentlessly pushed their microphones toward Nie Zeyu, each question more probing and direct than the last.

Nie Zeyu stood there, one hand elegantly tucked in his pocket, his composed demeanor unruffled by the barrage of questions. He merely raised an eyebrow in response.

"Young Master Nie, does your silence mean you're admitting to it?"

"Is it true that the woman you were with yesterday is now hiding in the bathroom because she's too embarrassed to be seen? The sound of running water must be her, right? The bed's a mess—did you and your mysterious companion have a wild night?"

The questions from the reporters were getting increasingly bold and intrusive, each of them staring intently at Nie Zeyu, waiting for his response. They were well aware of Nie Zeyu's reputation and felt a certain level of intimidation. However, this was their job, their livelihood, and even if they were afraid, they had to push forward. For the sake of a headline, they were willing to take risks.

Besides, with so many of them present, how could Nie Zeyu possibly remember each one? Some of them were even specifically invited to dig up this big story. So, emboldened by their numbers, a few reporters were even considering rushing toward the bathroom to get their scoop.

Nie Zeyu was furious, his dark eyes flashing with a cold light. "Anyone who dares to go over there won't be leaving here today!"