When news about Zhan Lingyun's illicit night affair with a popular young actress was revealed, Shi Fei was harboring a man in her nest too.
The media depicted this couple splendidly.
One cheats, one dallies.
In the realm of tabloid news, they're indeed marching in full force, their coordination unmistakably tacit.
...
Inside the luxurious and romantic suite.
The heat had just subsided.
Leaning against the head of the bed, Shi Fei skimmed through today's trending topics in no time.
Her delicate, soft white foot slipped under the covers, intermittently kicking the "unknown gentleman" who was still laying bare on the bed. Her lips curled in a derisive grin.
"How should we handle this? The trending news claims I've solicited a gigolo!"
She deliberately kicked at his weak spot.
"Honey."
She intentionally cooed the word 'honey' in a soft whisper.
The man's steady breath was instantly disrupted as he grabbed her ankle to pull it back under the blanket, "You need to be taught a lesson!"
"Ah!"
Shi Fei let out a startled cry, the phone in her hand flying out.
She was like a pristine white lamb, once again dragged by the big bad wolf back into his den.
Round and round it goes, absolute and thorough.
However, this time, halfway through, Shi Fei's phone - abandoned in some corner, began to ring uncontrollably.
The ringtone was exclusive, Jay Chou's "Sunny Day".
The man made several attempts to free himself, but Shi Fei, looking pure as a lamb, was like a siren hungry for flesh. Her long legs coiled tightly around his waist, refusing to let him go with pitiful whimpers.
The man let out a sigh, "Ah Fei, stop it."
Shi Fei's peach blossom eyes look rather muddled, a foggy layer over them as she silently watched him for a few seconds, then obediently released her legs.
Zhan Lingyun grabbed a towel hanging on the bedhead to wrap around himself, found the frenziedly ringing phone amongst the mess of clothes on the floor, and took the call into the bathroom.
The look of infatuation on Shi Fei's face instantly turned to indifference.
No one could have imagined that the hot gossip about Zhan Lingyun's infidelity was, in fact, true.
He had noticed a journalist tailing him, and rather than seeking to clarify, he called Shi Fei to book a hotel room, thereby creating the perfect public relations spectacle to shift attention and protect his little flower.
Shi Fei felt a bit cold, but she didn't crawl back under the covers. Naked, she got out of bed, bent down to pick up her ruined dress from the floor, pulled a bunch of files from her bag, and took a cigarette from the box on the coffee table.
Before she could light it, a hand as sleek as jade snatched it away.
Zhan Lingyun popped the cigarette into his mouth, pinched her chin, his voice icy, "Want to die?"
Shi Fei didn't pick a fight with him, only glanced at him nonchalantly.
Describing Zhan Lingyun was a kaleidoscope of words for the masses - indolent, rebellious, a dandy, a philanderer...
Not a single one of them was a compliment, except for those praising his good looks.
But, really, he was bloody handsome!
No abundance of adjectives could do justice to what one saw in real life.
A smile curled up at the corner of Shi Fei's lips, as sweet and obedient as she had been for the past four years.
"Honey, it's thirty million for the PR fee. Cash or cheque please?"
Zhan Lingyun, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, retorted sarcastically, "Thirty million for a night's sleep? When did your prices spike?"
Shi Fei's grin deepened, "Well, it's the last time, isn't it? Every penny I can earn counts!"
She took the contract from the coffee table and put it before him, her long lashes fluttering.
"We agreed, right? Four-year term, contract ends when time's up, and well, that's today."
Something was different in her voice, Zhan Lingyun noticed - a hint of excitement.
His smile gradually faded, his eyes trained on the woman in front of him.
Four years. And throughout that time, she had been a perfect Mrs. Zhan.
Sweet and tender in bed, obedient and docile out of it.
Unfazed by the endless rumors of his extramarital activities, even occasionally helping him in public relations like today.
Not a penny short of the fee, of course, but it was fun. He saw it as part of their escapades.
"Are you serious about this?" Zhan Lingyun, who had long forgotten about their four-year agreement, asked gravely.