Chapter 62: A Slight Heartthrob (4)

Ruan Suhuai smiled and said, “Xiao Yu is one of the top makeup artists in the country. He served as the senior makeup director for an outstanding work at the Golden Phoenix Award, and the finalized styling for the hit web drama Tianming Jue was also his handiwork. Lu Zhiyu, you’re short a makeup team to package you, and behind Xiao Yu is half the makeup world of the domestic entertainment industry. Hurry up and ask for his contact info.”

Eric, also known as Cheng Yu, the effeminate long-haired man, said, “During Super Star Era, I already exchanged contact info with Miss Lu.”

His gaze fell on Lu Zhiyu’s face, and he friendly winked at her before turning to Ruan Suhuai. “Miss Lu has very dignified features and good skin foundation. Back then, I already had the idea of designing makeup and styling for her. Miss Lu has a great face type that’s perfect for high-end makeup and styling—it’s often a mutual achievement. I’d be delighted to become Miss Lu’s personal stylist.”

Lu Zhiyu had left Star Emperor Entertainment and was now fighting solo. To receive Cheng Yu’s appreciation and gain access to a top-tier makeup team was a tremendous honor for her.

To express her thanks, she immediately toasted him with a glass.

The wine in the glass swayed slightly, but before the liquid could touch her lips, it was snatched away.

Cheng Yu took Lu Zhiyu’s glass and walked over to Yan Fen’s seat, placing it on the table in front of him. With a hint of regret, he said, “What a shame—this expensive liquor got dosed with cheap third-rate drugs.”

His sharp gaze fixed on the pale-faced Yan Fen as he tapped the edge of the table. “Little starlet, how long have you been mixing in this circle? Didn’t you bother looking into who we are? This kind of drug might fool some brainless kid, but that’s about it.”

Ruan Suhuai’s expression changed. She poured a fresh glass of wine, placed the two glasses side by side, took a small sip from each, then rinsed her mouth with water and spat it into a napkin.

The moment she tasted the anomaly, her stunningly beautiful face turned icy cold, her eyes sharp as blades.

That little bastard actually dared to drug her.

The most popular stuff on the market right now was this colorless, odorless, easily dissolvable amnesia-itch potion. Willing or not, anyone who drank it turned into a wanton slut.

Yan Fen came from a wealthy family and was used to debauchery. With his fresh, sunny face, he’d hooked up with plenty of escorts and internet celebrities before. Even if they were pretty, from powerful families, he’d boldly invite them out, drug them, have his way, and clean up afterward. With that face of his, no one would suspect him.

There was a secret folder on his computer full of nude photos of all sorts of beauties he’d drugged and fucked—his proud trophies.

Before this, he’d never slipped up. Getting caught red-handed like this was a first, and the target was the daughter of one of the giants in the film industry.

Yan Fen panicked a bit. He was only in his twenties, just starting out on this glittering, money-filled path to stardom. Offending Ruan Suhuai was as good as getting shelved by his company.

The entertainment industry was the fastest way to make money. Young, handsome, and easy on the eyes—he hadn’t milked that for a few more paydays yet. How could he afford to exit stage left so soon?

“Brother Eric, Sister Ruan, this is all a misunderstanding.”

Yan Fen’s youthful, manga-hero face was deceptively innocent. His deer-like eyes brimmed with nervous innocence, like a pure boy wrongly accused. “I swear on my hands, that drug wasn’t from me.”

Ruan Suhuai pulled Lu Zhiyu to sit on the sofa booth, fiddling with her pretty crystal nails as she said, “Let me be clear: if the investigation shows it was you, I’ll call the cops right away and get you on the front page. I’m calling the waiter now. Once we pull the footage, we’ll know if you’re lying.”

Surveillance in places like this was mostly for show, and with the dim lighting, faces were hard to make out.

But what if? This booth cost three thousand just to reserve—didn’t it have monitoring for protection?

Under the scrutinizing, confident gazes of the three, Yan Fen’s mental defenses crumbled. His lips trembled as he said, “I think this needs some explaining. I didn’t mean to—it was just a moment of confusion. Even if you gave me ten times the guts, I wouldn’t dare pull this crap in front of you, Sister Ruan.”

Cheng Yu teased his friend from the side, joking, “I actually believe that line. Ruan Suhuai’s overbearing and domineering—a total tigress. Whoever marries her is doomed. Who’d have the balls to treat a tiger like a Hello Kitty? I was mesmerized by her face at first, but good thing I don’t like girls, or I’d have been done for too.”

The description was vivid and spot-on.

Ruan Suhuai flushed with annoyance and kicked Cheng Yu, glancing a bit self-consciously at Lu Zhiyu’s expression before muttering, “Shut up already—you won’t die if you say less. Xiao Yu, are you still my good bro?”

Lu Zhiyu pursed her lips in mild exasperation. During gaming sessions, she hadn’t noticed that the people around Ruan Suhuai included both lesbians and gays. So how had she, the ultimate straight girl, stayed steel-straight amid all that?

Yan Fen nervously swallowed, not daring to relax even as Ruan Suhuai and Cheng Yu bantered. Fear gnawed at him.

Clink. The two drugged glasses were placed in front of him.

“Drink these two glasses you spiked, and we’ll let you off.”

Seeing Yan Fen hesitate, Ruan Suhuai said impatiently, “I said drink, so drink. Or tomorrow you’re entertainment news headline bait. Your choice.”

Yan Fen gritted his teeth and downed both glasses. To make sure these two women were put thoroughly in their place, he’d used a heavy dose. Now it was backfiring on him—tonight, he’d probably need a few hot chicks to handle it.

As he thought that, heat surged through his body, like a raging fever.

“This place is too filthy. Let’s switch booths.”

Ruan Suhuai frowned at Yan Fen, who was sprawled on the sofa tugging at his clothes in full ugly display. She suggested it to a waiter, and soon they moved to a more spacious, comfortable private room.

Yan Fen was left alone on the sofa, masturbating shamelessly in public. People passed by the booth constantly. Some with ill intentions eyed his pretty mixed-race looks, took advantage of the chaos to grope and molest him for a few minutes, then zipped up and sauntered off like gentlemen.

Soon, someone spotted the half-naked man on the sofa, pants down, ass up in lewd abandon. Recognizing him as an established male star, a crowd gathered, snapping explicit photos from every angle with malicious glee. For better shots, they posed the young man in even more degrading positions—worse than anything in that secret folder on his computer where he’d humiliated his drugged victims.

Oblivious, Yan Fen reveled in it, groped and manhandled by countless hands, moaning sluttily—several times more wanton than the women he’d ruined.

“Like a bitch in heat, begging for it everywhere. This guy’s a male star? Standards are rock bottom.”

“Hey, don’t say that—seeing him like this, even I who doesn’t play with guys wants a go.”

“I remember this star’s commercial gig fee is two mil a pop. Last time? No loss, pure profit.”

Laughter, jeers, slaps on his ass—the crowd found new entertainment, dragging Yan Fen to the dance floor center. He became the undisputed “star” and mascot, lost in sweat and flashing lights amid the frenzy.

The private room overlooked the stage edge, taking in the whole scene below.

Ruan Suhuai used a slender silver spoon to delicately scoop meat from a cheese-crab leg, savoring it slowly.

Cheng Yu had long seen how Ruan Suhuai treated Lu Zhiyu differently. Glancing down, he said, “After tonight, your boyfriend’s album lead single MV will need a recast. The script’s painter isn’t specified as male or female, and Yang Siyi’s lyrics are from a female perspective. Why not just shoot it yourself? Only you could make New Radiance Era’s boss shut up obediently.”

He looked at Lu Zhiyu, then back down. “You said the MV’s makeup was third-rate. Let our team handle it this time. Perfect chance for me to custom-design a style for Miss Lu. Her vibe is great—this face suits movies. Once she’s famous, brand endorsements aren’t out of reach.”