Chapter 46: I Must Have Him

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World Trade Center, S City, Presidential Suite at the Grand Hyatt.

A man with alluring, phoenix-like eyes stood leisurely by the floor-to-ceiling windows, arms folded, gazing down at the city’s nightscape. The darkness blurred the lines of his face, while the lights of the city sparkled like a sea of stars, skyscrapers rising in clusters, neon glowing brilliantly. Inside, the air was thick with the cloying sweetness of perfume.

Delicate hands slipped around his waist, rubbing against his lean, toned middle. The man was bare-chested, his wheat-colored skin exuding a sensual allure, the faint outlines of abdominal muscles accentuating his tall, well-proportioned figure.

As the unmistakable scent of COCO perfume approached from behind, the man felt a flicker of irritation, though he didn’t immediately refuse; he remained standing, unmoved.

“Brother Chu, how would you like to play tonight?” The young, little-known model behind him had already changed into something revealing, her long black waves cascading seductively over her shoulders, her question bold and unashamed.

Chu Chuo slowly turned around. The young model’s heart skipped a beat; she had seen this bewitching face on television and at events, but confronting him in person still sent a shiver through her. With a face like his, how could one night ever be enough?

Unlike Ling Ziheng, whose dazzling radiance and icy aloofness made him unapproachable, Chu Chuo exuded an irresistible magnetism, drawing others in, making them yearn for more. His short flaxen hair, long, seductive eyes, sharp yet handsome features, prominent nose, and the wicked curve of his lips all conspired to make him all the more dangerous. Pair him with a pair of glasses, and he would be the very image of a wolf in gentleman’s clothing.

The young model wrapped her arms around him, her face a picture of shy anticipation. She knew Chu Chuo was notorious for changing women as often as his clothes, yet she couldn’t help but be drawn in. That wicked smile was like a whirlpool, intoxicating, making her want to press her lips against his.

Chu Chuo’s expression turned cold. He pulled away and said coolly, “You know my rules.”

The young model flushed. Chu Chuo’s rules were well-known in their circle: anything goes, except kissing. She stood awkwardly to the side, biting her lip in embarrassment.

After all, this was Chu Chuo—the man countless women dreamed of spending the night with, now right in front of her.

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Suddenly, his phone rang loudly. Chu Chuo glanced at the incoming number, kept his right hand occupied, and picked up with his left, irritation evident in his voice. “Get to the point.”

“Ling Ziheng is also joining Masked Superstar,” came a sharp, anxious female voice from the other end.

“So what?” Chu Chuo tucked the phone between his shoulder and ear. The lovely figure before him piqued his interest, and he couldn’t help but reach out with both hands...

“And he’s hired a new director. I don’t care what you do, but this time, you have to help me,” the woman snapped, clearly at her breaking point.

“Ye Linyun, haven’t I helped you enough?” Chu Chuo’s voice grew even more impatient.

Hearing that name, the young model was startled—so it was the renowned actress Ye Linyun. Wasn’t it rumored that she and Chu Chuo were always at odds? Why were they still in contact? Was there something more? Her mind spun, and understanding dawned.

“You deal with Ling Ziheng for me, and you can have your pick of beautiful women,” Ye Linyun said, evidently well aware of his tastes.

After hanging up, Ye Linyun agitatedly swirled her wine glass. Clad in a silk robe that revealed her long, fair legs, her refined makeup still immaculate, her blood-red, razor-sharp nails nearly scratched the surface of her phone.

Ling Ziheng, do you really think you can remain so unmoved? I, Ye Linyun, have the looks and the body—yet you always keep your distance, never yielding.

You manage to avoid every occasion I attend, but no matter how cold you are, even the King of Hell can be tamed. Overt or covert, I will have you. In my vocabulary, there is no such thing as failure.

Ah, but only when I tire of you will I cast you aside...

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Meanwhile, the man she obsessed over was working overtime with his outstanding employee, eating takeout in the studio—a scene Ye Linyun could never have imagined.

Out of concern for safety, Lin Zhiwei adamantly refused Ling Ziheng’s restaurant arrangements, lecturing him that no matter how discreet a restaurant claimed to be, there was always a risk of leaks. So, she insisted on ordering takeout at the studio.

Ling Ziheng pressed a hand to his forehead. Though he was inwardly exasperated, he could only comply. Arguing with his future wife over such trivialities was practically courting disaster.

He always kept that well-known saying in mind: “Mistreat your wife for a moment’s pleasure, spend a lifetime begging her back.”

He, a celebrated actor, had been reduced to a jobless man keeping his wife company through overtime—all because he’d insisted she take on this and that. Now, he could do nothing but accept it.

“Ziheng, is it really true you can’t accept wearing anything but black, white, or gray?” Lin Zhiwei asked seriously, flipping through her papers while munching on a piece of bread.

Ling Ziheng’s thought was, You could ask me not to wear anything and I’d agree, but outwardly he only replied with gentle composure, “I could consider trying other colors.”

Lin Zhiwei nodded approvingly. A teachable child, she thought. Willingness to accept a challenge was a good start—it would make her work much easier.

If Mei Ning had heard that answer, he might have collapsed on the spot. Something he’d tried to persuade Ling Ziheng about for years, Lin Zhiwei had resolved in a single second. Utterly ruthless, tragically so...