C12 Kick Him Out!

Qin Manrong pressed her lips together slightly and shook her head at him, "I'm fine. Let's wait until they leave before we head down. It would be even more awkward to run into them at the hotel entrance."

With a "ding," the elevator arrived, and Gu Jingming and Lyi Jing stepped inside. Their voices faded as the doors closed, but it sounded like Gu was promising to help Lyi get a role, finally turning her frown into a smile.

Only then did Qin Manrong emerge from her hiding spot. Instead of taking the elevator, she descended the dozens of floors via the stairs.

Yan Feibai followed her silently, watching her slender figure ahead. A sudden urge to pull her into a comforting embrace surged within him. Yet, his hands clenched at his sides, ultimately falling powerless.

Just as they reached the first floor, before entering the lobby, a commotion erupted at the hotel entrance.

Qin Manrong quickly turned to stop Yan Feibai, "Your situation is unique. Stay here for now; I'll see what's happening outside!"

A hint of amusement flickered in Yan Feibai's eyes, making them sparkle even more.

Cautiously, Qin Manrong peeked out, cursing her bad luck under her breath.

Not only had Gu Jingming and Lyi Jing not left, but they were also caught by paparazzi right at the hotel entrance!

A swarm of reporters bombarded them with questions: "Mr. Gu, why are you and Miss Lyi leaving the hotel together?"

"Miss Lyi, what is your relationship with Mr. Gu?"

"Mr. Gu, does Mrs. Gu know about your close relationship with Miss Lyi?"

Gu Jingming's face turned a stormy shade as he shielded Lyi Jing, trying to leave without a word, but it was far from easy.

Lyi Jing, pale and looking startled, clung to him, her demeanor full of reliance on Gu Jingming, whether intentionally or not.

Qin Manrong was so furious she could barely contain herself from storming out and knocking some sense into Gu Jingming's head. "You guys can play your love games all you want, but could you at least tone it down in public? The media caught you red-handed, and the woman is a minor celebrity. Gu Jingming, are you trying to ruin Gu's Group's reputation and tank the stock price? If you're going to self-destruct, don't drag Qin's down with you!"

She cursed under her breath, ready to charge out, but Yan Feibai grabbed her arm. "What are you planning to do?"

Gritting her teeth, Manrong snapped, "I'm going out there to put on a show with Gu Jingming, distract the media, and then kick his butt! Maybe then he'll stop letting his hormones control his brain and making such stupid decisions!"

Even though he knew her anger wasn't directed at him, Feibai flinched slightly and instinctively shielded himself a bit more, managing to hold back the fiery Manrong. "If you go out there, it'll only make things worse. Those paparazzi are just waiting for you to show up so they can broadcast a 'wife versus mistress' showdown."

He sighed, "Stay here. I'll go. Once I've drawn the media's attention, you can find a way to get Gu Jingming out of there."

Manrong stared at Feibai, momentarily at a loss for words. For the first time, she realized that this devilishly handsome face could look so... dependable when serious. But this whole mess had nothing to do with him—

Suddenly, Manrong grabbed his arm urgently. "No, you can't go. Getting involved in this mess won't do you any good and could damage your reputation..."