Ye Qiu had long wanted to track down Poison Scorpion, but since he’d never seen him, he had no starting point.
Now, things were different.
This fatty in front of him had met Poison Scorpion, so he must carry some trace of his aura.
Using a tracking talisman, Ye Qiu could follow that aura to find Poison Scorpion’s whereabouts.
Soon, a wisp of black energy, thinner than a hair, appeared and floated before Ye Qiu’s eyes.
Three seconds later, it drifted to the fatty’s side, circling him a few times.
Suddenly—
Puff!
The black energy vanished without a trace.
Ye Qiu’s eyes narrowed, “Interesting, he can erase his aura, looks like this Poison Scorpion is a bit tougher than I thought.”
“Big bro, what Poison Scorpion? Where’s a scorpion?” the fatty asked, turning his head to look around.
He didn’t seem too bright!
“You know, the guy who paid you is a wanted criminal,” Ye Qiu said.
What?
The fatty hurriedly explained, “Big bro, I swear I didn’t know he was a criminal…”
“Remember, if you see him again, call the cops immediately.”
With that, Ye Qiu turned and headed back into the hotel.
It wasn’t until Ye Qiu was long gone that the fatty scrambled up from the ground, cursing loudly, “You damn criminal, so many photographers out there, why pick me, a good citizen, just because I’m fat?”
“If being fat’s a crime, I’ll gladly stay guilty forever.”
“Just you wait.”
“Next time I see you, I’m calling the cops!”
…
When Ye Qiu returned to the presidential suite, lunch had arrived, over a dozen dishes filling the table.
Tang Tang sat by the table, unmoving.
“Why aren’t you eating?” Ye Qiu asked, puzzled.
“I was waiting for you,” Tang Tang said.
“No need to wait, dig in!” Ye Qiu laughed. “Don’t stand on ceremony with me.”
“It’s not about ceremony, it’s basic manners,” Tang Tang replied. “At home, we always wait for everyone to sit before eating, no matter how hungry we are.”
“Your family’s got a lot of rules, where’s home for you?”
Ye Qiu asked casually, though it was a probe.
Since meeting Tang Tang, he’d been curious about her identity.
This girl wasn’t just a top student in Tsinghua’s art department and a mega-popular star—what other secrets did she hold?
From what she’d just said, her upbringing seemed strict, and since her debut, she’d had no scandals, suggesting a powerful background.
The entertainment world was a murky place, staying clean required serious backing.
“My family’s in the capital,” Tang Tang answered.
The capital?
Ye Qiu’s eyebrow twitched.
Could she be from some big family in Beijing?
“By the way, we’ve known each other so long, and I still don’t know your real name,” Ye Qiu said, sitting at the table.
“My real name’s Tang Tang,” she replied with a smile. “Why the sudden interest?”
“Us regular folks are just curious about all sides of a big star,” Ye Qiu said with a grin, not thinking much of it.
Since “Tang Tang” and “Tangtang” sounded the same, he didn’t catch the difference, or he’d have instantly pieced together her identity.
After lunch, the makeup artists came in to get Tang Tang ready.
Bored, Ye Qiu lay on the sofa to nap.
Half-asleep, he heard someone say, “Tang Tang, need help? That dress can be tricky.”
“No thanks, I’ve got it,” Tang Tang’s voice came.
“Alright, we’ll step out, call us if you need anything.”
Then, the sound of a door opening.
Ye Qiu opened his eyes, the makeup artists were gone, the room empty.
Weird, where’d everyone go?
He searched around, then noticed one bedroom door was closed.
He gave it a light push, cracking it open.
Peering through, he caught sight of a flawless white back.
Tang Tang was changing inside.
The sage says, don’t look at what’s improper.
Ye Qiu quickly shut the door.
He waited outside a bit, but she didn’t come out, sparking a fierce internal debate.
Should he look?
Chances like this were rare.
Looking made him a beast, not looking made him less than one.
To look or not?
After ten seconds of wrestling, Ye Qiu decided he’d count to thirty, if she didn’t emerge, it meant she wanted him to see.
He started counting, “Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight…”
Creak.
After just three seconds, he eased the door open again, this time seeing not just her perfect back but a rounded silhouette too.
Tang Tang faced away, oblivious to his gaze.
Ye Qiu swallowed hard.
He’d seen plenty of stunning women—Lin Jingzhi, Bai Bing, Qin Wan, all top-tier beauties.
But Tang Tang’s back hit him differently—white!
Radiantly white.
Dazzlingly white.
Like the finest Jingdezhen porcelain, flawless, blindingly so.
Gorgeous, just too gorgeous!
His eyes drifted from her back downward, reaching her waist, where he spotted two dimples.
“Tsk tsk, not many women have waist dimples, especially someone as slim as Tang Tang, one in a million,” he mused.
His gaze kept going.
Then, his expression turned odd—he saw a cartoon wolf.
Gray Wolf, grinning at him.
Ye Qiu smirked, amused she liked cartoon-patterned underthings.
“If I were that wolf, I’d catch quite a scent,” he thought.
Next, he saw long, straight legs.
No excess fat.
Still so white.
Firm. Slender.
Perfectly proportioned between thigh and calf.
Just then, Tang Tang slipped into a dress.
It was white, with a zipper from waist to neck that jammed as she tried to pull it up.
After a few failed tugs, she called, “Anyone there?”
“At your service,” Ye Qiu answered without thinking.
He immediately wanted to slap himself.
“Huh? Ye Qiu, why’re you at the door?” Tang Tang turned, staring at him in surprise.
“I, uh, saw your zipper’s stuck, so I was gonna help,” Ye Qiu said, guilty.
“You were peeking?” Her face cooled.
“No, I swear to heaven, I wasn’t,” Ye Qiu said, dead serious.
Tang Tang stared at him coldly, then after a few seconds, said flatly, “Come in.”
