Chapter 70: When Shamelessness Knows No Bounds, Nothing Can Stand in Your Way!

Me... can't handle it? Why does that sound so familiar, Cheng Yao wondered. Even if I can't handle it, I can always throw money at it. I’m not doing this for profit anyway... Of course, Cheng Yao couldn’t say that to Zheng Yuechan, so he brushed her off with a few casual remarks.

Zheng Yuechan said, "Think it over carefully. Talent isn’t something everyone has—it should be used in the right place. No influencer or celebrity makes it without a team behind them. Without resources, everything is empty talk. You're still too young, little brother."

Cheng Yao put away his phone and joined the others, raising their beers in celebration. After eating and drinking their fill, the bill came to over seven hundred—mostly for the comfortable service.

After leaving Haidilao, Cheng Yao said, "I'll take her home first."

"Bye," came the reply.

After parting ways with Liu Hanyue and the others, Cheng Cheng walked her dog beside him and said, "Brother, I can get home by myself, it's just one stop."

"Have you got enough snacks at home?"

"Enough. Oh, but we're out of dog food." Cheng Cheng led Little White toward the pet shop.

By the time they returned to the Half-Mountain Cloud Residence, it was already eight o'clock. Cheng Yao finally took out his phone and sent a message to Lin Ketong.

Cheng Yao: Want to grab a late-night snack?

Lin Ketong: Don’t want to see you.

Cheng Yao: But I really want to see you.

Lin Ketong: ...

Without another word, Cheng Yao sent her his location: "If you don’t come, I’ll sleep on the street."

Lin Ketong: ?

Cheng Yao glanced at Cheng Cheng and said, "I’m heading out. Remember to lock the door. Call if you need anything."

"Got it, take care."

Leaving the Half-Mountain Cloud Residence, Cheng Yao returned to the entrance of Golden Eagle. After waiting twenty minutes, a familiar silhouette finally appeared on the plaza.

Cheng Yao smiled knowingly, but kept a blank expression. Lin Ketong, bag slung over her shoulder, stood a few meters away, equally expressionless as she looked at him and pouted, "You have a girlfriend now, why are you still looking for me?"

"I can't let go. I can’t sleep."

Cheng Yao simply gazed at her and smiled, "Come on, let’s eat something?"

"..."

Cheng Yao walked ahead, and Lin Ketong hesitated but eventually followed. Seeing this, Cheng Yao slowed his pace, his lips curving upward.

It wasn’t that his flirtation skills were particularly advanced—it was that he had wealth and could face everything calmly. He knew Lin Ketong’s intentions, so he could stay unruffled. If she had an idea in mind, she wouldn’t give up easily.

Besides, he was the man who had taken almost all her firsts.

Lin Ketong watched Cheng Yao’s back, a swirl of emotions inside. She’d thought he was single, only to find that he was still so wanton with a girlfriend.

How could such a scoundrel cross her path—was this some strange twist of fate? In truth, she didn’t know what to say to Cheng Yao now.

He was outrageous, yet pretended to be mature. Clearly not even twenty, yet he had her wrapped around his finger.

Cheng Yao glanced back at her, "Don’t you have anything you want to ask?"

What would I ask?

"You look good when you smile."

Cheng Yao knew Lin Ketong’s intentions might not be pure, but her smile truly captivated a man’s heart. Whenever she smiled, it seemed as if she felt something for you—a magnetic effect.

They found a shop selling Jinling duck blood vermicelli soup. Cheng Yao didn’t have much appetite; Lin Ketong ordered a bowl, while he gnawed on a duck wing beside her.

After a moment, Lin Ketong finally broke the silence, lifting her head, "The company you mentioned earlier—what does it do?"

"Incubating influencers, making stars. It’s just an idea for now. I lack professionals, but I’m looking."

"There are lots of companies like that now; they don’t make much money. And it’s even harder with celebrities..."

"I know, so I plan to make it big."

"You’ll need a lot of money."

Cheng Yao bit the wing, "I’ll try investing thirty million to start. If it works, I’ll keep upping the ante."

"..."

Lin Ketong blinked, unsure if he was lying; she felt there wasn’t a single honest word from Cheng Yao’s mouth. But she didn’t poke holes in his story, only said, "Let’s talk when you find professionals."

"I think you have great potential."

"..."

Cheng Yao continued to praise her, "Do you know, your smile is mesmerizing—like you’re electrifying everyone. I was stunned by you at the car show; otherwise, nothing between us would have happened."

"Mm..."

Lin Ketong’s expression twitched, nearly breaking her composure. That single ‘mm’ meant she accepted his compliment.

It was a good start. Cheng Yao believed that things like this grew easier with each encounter. If Lin Ketong was willing to come out, there was still hope of drawing her into his circle.

In fact, as long as she hadn’t blocked him, Cheng Yao felt there was a chance.

He couldn’t just focus on Lu Mengyao alone—it would look strange if he overdid it.

But if he invested in Lin Ketong, threw money at her to make her a top influencer or a star, wouldn’t money come even faster?

He understood the principle of money breeding money.

"Give me a smile?"

"..."

Lin Ketong’s mood brightened a bit, but she still avoided him, feeling vexed.

After their small midnight snack, they walked together down the street.

Before they knew it, it was already nine o’clock. Lin Ketong said, "I have to go home."

"Don’t go back tonight." Cheng Yao tugged her hand, gazing into her eyes.

Lin Ketong’s face was cold, staring incredulously at Cheng Yao.

How could there be someone so shameless in the world?

Young as he was, his skin was thicker than the city walls!

So I eat one bowl of duck blood vermicelli, and now I owe you a night?

"Let go!"

"I want to sleep holding you," Cheng Yao said, gripping her hand, ignoring her struggles.

Lin Ketong: "Can’t you have some decency?"

"Aside from being good-looking, what use is decency? I don’t make a living by my face..." Cheng Yao retorted.

"I can see that!"

Lin Ketong finally realized—he really didn’t rely on his looks, but on his shamelessness.

Cheng Yao had already thrown caution to the wind: "Let’s just find a room, sit for a while, talk, get to know each other deeply."

Lin Ketong really didn’t want to deal with him, but his strength was overwhelming.

In the end, she inexplicably found herself sitting in his car.

Listening to his nauseating sweet talk at her ear, Lin Ketong’s ears were tingling.

Ten minutes later, at the Platinum Hanjiang Hotel.

Cheng Yao took Lin Ketong’s hand, pulled out his ID, and said, "One king-size room, please."

"Certainly, just a moment."

Once the room was ready, in the elevator Lin Ketong said, "I want to go home."

"But you’re already here."

Cheng Yao used the classic “since you’re here” move to break down Lin Ketong’s defenses.

Once inside the room, Cheng Yao couldn’t hold back any longer and chased after her.

Lin Ketong guarded herself, "Break up with your girlfriend."

"Never!" Cheng Yao replied firmly—breaking up was out of the question.

"Then don’t look for me again... mm..."

"Lin Ketong, you’re addictive. If you don’t give me the cure, I’ll keep chasing you!"

That night, the bed groaned and pleaded for mercy.

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