Chapter 473 - A Taste Of Your Own Medicine

Chapter 473: A Taste Of Your Own Medicine

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

Xu Xiyan checked her reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were still a normal, healthy pink, and she felt perfectly fine. She counted her lucky stars: she hadn’t been drugged yet.

She calmly returned to the private room, and found that Zhao Ruiqi had already refilled her empty cup.

Xu Xiyan guessed that her drink had been spiked.

Once she sat down, Zhao Ruiqi lifted her own cup for a toast. “Jing Xi, you finally finished all your scenes. We’ll miss seeing you on the set. Here’s another toast—I hope we’ll be able to get together again in the future.”

What a load of bull!

Xu Xiyan snorted inwardly as she raised her cup with a beatific smile on her face.

Zhao Ruiqi stared at Xu Xiyan’s cup. She was shouting like a maniac inside: Come on, drink it! It’s going to be such a “fun” and “exciting” night for you!

The cup was almost at Xu Xiyan’s lips when there was a sudden ke-rack!—it was the sound of a phone hitting the floor.

Zhao Ruiqi watched the new phone she had bought for 10,000 yuan hit the floor. Sh*t! She felt as though she had been punched in the gut.

“It’s so hot in here! I’m burning up!” Zhao Ruiqi mumbled.

Xu Xiyan sat up from the bed and turned to look at Zhao Ruiqi, whose face was now flushed. Zhao Ruiqi was no longer thinking clearly; she began to tug at her own clothes.

The drug was working!

Hmph, you wanted to sabotage me? Well, here’s a taste of your own medicine!

Xu Xiyan decided it would be unprofessional to leave without making sure everything was in place. She removed all of Zhao Ruiqi’s clothes—stripping her naked—and pulled the blanket over her.

She dimmed the lights, leaving just enough light for it to be “romantic,” and then quietly left the room.

Xu Xiyan did not immediately leave the hotel. She hid in a dark corner; she wanted to see what kind of man Xu Xinrou had arranged for her.

After waiting for about 15 minutes, a man appeared in the corridor.

It was a fat man, to be precise, and one who looked very familiar. It was Mr. Li, the fat, piggish investor from five years ago.

Xu Xiyan had to admit she was impressed—in all the wrong ways. This disgusting man had apparently continued to lust after her since his failed attempt to bed her five years ago.

Five years ago, Mr. Li had missed out on his “night of fun” because something had come up at the 11th hour. He had never stopped regretting it.

This time, Mr. Li had made for the hotel at full speed after receiving the call. He had learned his lesson and did not dare waste a single minute.