<h4>Chapter 1417: Chapter 1430</h4>


    At this moment, in the room next door, a passionate drama was unfolding.


    A reporter was quietly crouched in the wardrobe, her cute bun had been frantically tousled into a mess. Rubbing her numb feet, her small body was already stiff, the strap of her overalls had slipped off her shoulder, and she didn’t care. At this point, she didn’t look like she was secretly taking photos, but more like a refugee fleeing a disaster. The chill had seeped into her bones, causing her to sneeze several times.


    It had been two hours. This was the first job Lei Lifting Workshop had received since its establishment, secretly photographing a scumbag to provide a client with evidence of infidelity. The slowly losing patience reporter shifted her stiff body slightly. Ten minutes! Just ten more minutes! She gave herself a final ultimatum that she wouldn’t wait longer than that.


    ...Ten minutes crawled by like an hour, the reporter sighed in frustration. Truly an inauspicious start.


    Just as the reporter was about to give up and crawl out of the wardrobe, the door clicked open, and a beam of light pierced through the dark room, brightening it up. Apanied by a soft and urgent voice, "Wei Yu."


    Wei Yu?


    In the instant the door sounded, the reporter quickly shrank back into the wardrobe. Hearing the name Wei Yu, her whole body shuddered.


    Finally, she had waited long enough!


    Her eyes sparkled as she observed the situation outside through the gap.


    A woman in a red jumpsuit with a good figure blocked her view. The person had her back to her. She only heard the woman say, "Wei Yu, it’s finally just the two of us, can’t you spend a little more time with me?"


    "I’ll have the driver take you back." Wei Yu impatiently pushed the woman away, his voice devoid of warmth.


    The reporter perked up her ears to listen, until she heard the increasing impatience in Wei Yu’s voice.


    "Don’t challenge my patience," Wei Yu was very distressed. He was just having a drink with an old friend, and he ran into her! A woman who signed a rtionship contract with him but wanted to make it real all along. He really didn’t know if doing that back then was right or wrong.


    "But we’re still boyfriend and girlfriend in name, why can’t we do what other couples do?"


    "You should know, we are only in it for our own needs."


    The reporter was like a cat on hot bricks; couldn’t they provide her with some explosive news? All this dawdling, just go for it!


    Excitedly, the reporter waved her hands in the air, almost ready to rush out and forcibly press down on Wei Yu to make him do it.


    She lifted the camera, a click sounding. She didn’t even bother to see the quality of the photos, as she prepared to take a second shot. However, the two very uncooperatively shifted their positions—Wei Yu sat down, and the womanpletely blocked him, making it impossible to capture both in the same frame. She was just focused on fitting the two back into one picture, forgetting she was in the middle of a secret camera operation.


    With a tter, because she didn’t stand firm, the reporter fell out of the wardrobe,nding on her back. At this moment, she wished she were invisible. The simultaneous gaze from the two, some surprised, some puzzled, and... furious?


    What kind of expression was that?


    The reporter pretended to wave innocently at them, "Hi, what a coincidence."


    The woman turned to Wei Yu, her voice slightly aggrieved, and asked, "Wei Yu, is the reason you’re not keeping mepany because of her? Didn’t you say it was because of Mu Bingtong? Why is there another woman in your room?"


    The reporter sat on the floor; she really didn’t mean to, she had just squatted for too long, her feet numb to the point of not listening to theirmands.


    "You should go back first." Wei Yu stood up from the sofa, his tonemanding.


    The woman’s eyes were sharp as knives, shooting onto the reporter, yet she said nothing. She took a long look at the reporter, trying to imprint her face in memory. Just a green, underaged girl thinking topete with her? Although she knew the reporter wasn’t her match, she couldn’t help being a bit concerned about leaving Wei Yu alone with her.


    "Moli Sha, I don’t want to say it again," Wei Yu said, displeased.


    No matter how unwilling, Wei Yu’s patience was finite, not allowing her to challenge it repeatedly. She cast a meaningful look at the reporter, raised her head haughtily, and left the room.


    Watching the shadow cast on the carpet approaching slowly under the light, the reporter, sitting on the ground, dared not lift her head. What to do, what to do, her hands still holding tightly onto the camera, unconsciously swallowing, eyes glued to the shadow, her body frozen, unable to move.


    Suddenly, Wei Yu mped the reporter’s chin with a tiger grip, his eyes full of cunning, teasingly saying, "Did the Old Master send such a fool to secretly take photos of me?"


    Wha... what?!


    He actually called her a fool! You’re the fool! Your whole family are fools! Here’s a golden opportunity right before you, and you don’t even know to seize it. Who’s the fool, after all?! More importantly, he made her fail to capture substantial news!


    The naturally pale reporter, often looking a bit undernourished, turned even whiter, almost bloodless after Wei Yu pinched her, as if she could copse at any moment.


    The reporter felt the cold aura emanating from Wei Yu, shivering all over, and with great difficulty, spat out a few words from her mouth, "So-sorry, I wasn’t... I came into the wrong room."


    Wei Yu suddenly released his hand. The reporter took deep breaths, clutching her chest, trying to calm herself down a little.


    "Go back and tell the Old Master, next time send someone wittier."


    The reporter was left confused, the Old Master? But there was one thing she did get—wittier? Meaning she’s still being called dumb, huh?


    "In what way am I not witty?" The reporter, stubbornly lifting her head, her doll-like little face showing defiance, her rosy small mouth puckered like cherries, making one almost want to take a bite, her big eyes twinkling as she looked at him.


    The reporter had never seen Wei Yu at such a close distance; every look she had gotten was from newspapers, magazines, or television. Now that he was in front of her, his handsome face, his features chiseled like a sculpture, thick eyebrows sharp and high, a tall nose bridge...


    Wei Yu looked at her defiant little face, a hint of something unusual shing in his clear eyes. She... was she even of age?


    Originally standing upright, he crouched halfway. The reporter instinctively shrank her head back, tightly pressing her lips.


    Wei Yu’s eyes arched into a graceful curve, this girl wasn’t afraid of him?


    When Wei Yu paused only three centimeters away from her, the reporter held her breath, thinking she hadn’t said anything wrong. Clearly, she was just full of righteous confidence a moment ago, but now, with him this close, she felt her courage dete, guilt-ridden, lowering her head, her face slightly flushed.


    "W-what do you want to do?" The reporter asked nervously, hugging herself, her body wanting to retreat, yet blocked by the bed cab behind her.


    "A man and a woman, alone together in a room, what do you think?"


    The ambiguous breath hit the reporter’s face, turning her cheeks a rosy red. Was it not that he chased away his wife, but wanted her to make up for it? Even though she already had someone in mind, the man before her was indeed an irresistible allure...


    ...No way! She was a journalist with integrity!


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