CHAPTER 281: CHAPTER 281: THINGS COULD GO WRONG

"Did you find the wrong person? If you want to talk about Shen Yi, you should go directly to him, not come to me." Sang Ning had no interest in chatting and just wanted to hang up the phone immediately.

"I thought you two were friends. Seems your relationship with Shen Yi isn’t as good as I imagined." Qingyue sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Accept my friend request on WeChat first. I’ll send you something, and then you can decide if you want to continue talking to me." Qingyue hung up the phone first.

Looking at the disconnected call interface, Sang Ning paused for a second.

This bastard, daring to hang up on her first. She really wanted to see what nonsense Qingyue was holding back.

Sang Ning opened WeChat. Sure enough, there was a new friend request. She clicked "accept" but didn’t send a message, waiting for Qingyue to come to her.

[Are you ready? I’m going to send the pictures.] Qingyue sent a message, but Sang Ning didn’t respond.

After waiting for a long time with no response, Qingyue couldn’t hold back and got straight to the point.

[No response? Fine. The pictures I’m sending now—you better look quickly. You’ve got three seconds to view them. After that, I’ll retract them automatically.]

Sang Ning still didn’t respond but stared at the phone screen intently.

What kind of pictures could Qingyue send? Surely, they wouldn’t be Shen Yi’s nude photos, right?

As she was speculating, several photos came through at once.

Sang Ning casually clicked on one, and as soon as she saw the content of the picture, her eyelids twitched, her hand shook, and she almost dropped her phone.

It was really fucking Shen Yi’s nude photos, though the vital areas were mosaic-censored.

See no evil, see no evil, see no evil!

Sang Ning muttered three times to herself. Then, without waiting for Qingyue to retract them, she preemptively deleted the photos.

Her anger slowly spread in her chest. Sang Ning immediately sent a voice message cursing Qingyue: "Qingyue, are you fucking a pervert or what? Using AI to generate Shen Yi’s nude photos! I swear you’re a goddamn sick gay."

"That’s not AI-generated. These are real!" Qingyue’s voice was somewhat frantic. "And let me correct you—I’m not a sick gay."

Sang Ning suddenly fell silent, yet her silence was deafening.

What’s going on? Isn’t Shen Yi the original male protagonist? How could he have such a dark past!

Sang Ning had been too shocked earlier to carefully observe the photos Qingyue sent, unable to confirm whether the person in them was really Shen Yi.

When she thought about re-checking them, Qingyue had already retracted the pictures.

Sang Ning tried to sound casual: [I didn’t get a chance to enlarge and closely examine them earlier. Mind sending them again for me to take another look?]

Qingyue: ...

[You want to see them? Fine. Here are two choices: One, meet me in person; I’ve got something important to discuss with you, and I can let you take a good look then. Two, refuse to meet me, and I’ll immediately get people to post these photos online. You can look at them for as long as you want.]

Reading Qingyue’s message on WeChat, Sang Ning sank into contemplation, weighing her options.

Qingyue obviously harbored no good intentions. Honestly, she wanted to inform Shen Yi immediately.

But she quickly dismissed the idea. She had suspected earlier that Shen Yi’s troubled mental state had something to do with Qingyue, though she wasn’t certain what had transpired between them.

Now, it seemed the issue might involve Shen Yi’s dignity and public image.

Being photographed like this—no matter who it was—would be unbearable.

Sang Ning strongly suspected that if those photos were circulated online, Shen Yi might jump off the top of the company building. That was a scene she didn’t want to witness.

Sang Ning tried to sound threatening: [Alright, set the time and place. You’d better have something worthwhile to say—otherwise, I’ll beat you until you piss yourself.]

While compromising, Sang Ning also issued a warning to Qingyue.

Qingyue suddenly felt a wave of tension in his body. He had assumed Sang Ning was an aloof and serious person—how could she be so crude...

Qingyue arranged the meeting time for seven o’clock in the evening, at a high-end restaurant in the city center. The area was bustling, and it was right next to a police station, which seemed relatively safe for the time being.

With several hours left before the evening meeting, Sang Ning began to struggle with whether to inform Shen Yi about this matter first.

But after much deliberation, she decided against it. Sometimes, people’s self-esteem is quite fragile—especially for someone like Shen Yi, who seemed to have a strong sense of pride.

Holding onto such a weakness in Qingyue’s hands might make Shen Yi furious or cause him to break down, but perhaps it would be within the limits of his endurance.

However, if Shen Yi discovered that she also knew about this issue, his fragile mental defenses, painstakingly built, might crumble in an instant.

It’s hard for people to accept too many others knowing about their most disgraceful moments.

Sang Ning couldn’t understand what there was between her and Qingyue that necessitated a face-to-face conversation. She couldn’t figure out Qingyue’s intentions. But whether Shen Yi’s photos were real or fake, she had to wrest them from Qingyue’s hands, destroy them completely, and then pretend this whole incident had never happened.

**

Inside the luxurious private room at Yuxuan Restaurant.

"Sister Hui, are we really going to make Sang Ning submit obediently?" Qingyue’s face showed uncertainty.

Especially considering the location—it was so conspicuous, close to the police station. If something went wrong, wouldn’t they be asking for big trouble?

"As long as she steps into the private room, she’ll have no way to escape." Duan Wenhu’s eyes gleamed with sinister menace.

She had seen Hai Chuan Group and Li Juezhou’s posts on Weibo. If she had been only slightly annoyed last night, she was now completely enraged!

Li Juezhou hadn’t taken her status as his aunt seriously at all. All this fuss just over some insignificant little celebrity like Sang Ning—and he had openly defied her.

The old geezers in the group were now secretly mocking her, saying she overestimated herself, treating herself like she was truly part of the Li Family. They even mocked her inability to protect her own boy toy, advising her to resign early and stop occupying the seat of Hai Chuan Entertainment’s head.

She’d like to see, when Sang Ning’s reputation was completely destroyed, if Li Juezhou could still protect her!

"But what if Sang Ning makes preparations?" Qingyue felt Sang Ning wouldn’t be so easy to deal with—there was a real chance they’d end up injured.

"Don’t worry. No matter how vigilant she might be, she’ll never suspect we’d dare to strike openly in a place like this." Duan Wenhu waved her hand, and ten men dressed as waiters concealed themselves behind the private room.

This room contained a hidden compartment. If you weren’t aware of the mechanism, you wouldn’t realize there was such a feature in the space.

Duan Wenhu also knew Sang Ning had good physical capabilities. But no matter how skilled she was, could she be more formidable than armed professional thugs?

She overrated herself!

Swearing by her confidence, Duan Wenhu assured Qingyue. Yet, Qingyue felt he should trust Duan Wenhu. But for some reason, his eyelids wouldn’t stop twitching, and waves of unexplainable dread swept through his heart.

Something disastrous might happen tonight!