Yin Yi gritted her teeth, furious. “You… You helped me get close to him and let people think we have an ambiguous relationship, stirring up conflicts between them… You… Have you been scheming against me since that time?”

Ning Dong smiled. He was not stupid; he would not confess too much at this time. He moved closer to Yin Yi and revealed the gentle smile Yin Yi was familiar with before he said, “How can you say that? I was sincerely helping you. Moreover, you’re filthy and lowly, why would I like you? Scheme against you? Which man would like a woman like you as his wife? Remember, I’m not willing either. You’re the one who sent yourself to my room. I’m a good-for-nothing so I have no choice but to use you.”

Ning Dong used the gentlest tone to say the most vicious words. He looked at the silent Yin Yi and smiled faintly before he turned to leave.

Yin Yi let out a shriek as she covered herself with the blanket and cried bitterly.

The corners of Ning Dong’s lips curled up into a smile. A scheming person would not be able to accept being schemed against. He let out a soft sigh now that the dust had settled and everything had gone according to plan. After obtaining the Yin family’s support, his father would have to be wary of him.

In fact, Ning Dong had noticed the change in his father’s attitude recently. He could guess the reason behind it. However, he no longer cared because he knew his father could do nothing to him. After all, they were father and son. As for the Ning family, the thing they could not afford to lose most was their reputation.

Although most wealthy families had a few scandals, the Ning family had more than their fair share. Ning Zhe abandoned his wife and daughter and killed his stillborn son. After that, he married another woman. If there was another scandal again, whatever reputation Ning Zhe had left would be ruined.

When Ning Dong arrived at the lobby, he saw a group of reporters swarming in. He quickly dodged them, surprised.

‘Why are there so many reporters? What happened?’

Puzzled, Ning Dong quickly left the hotel to make follow-up arrangements. He wanted to edit the video from last night and send it to reporters he was familiar with. He could not let anything be traced back to him.

However, Ning Dong did not expect that the story he wanted to expose about Yin Yi would not cause a ripple in the Yin family at all. This was due to the explosive story about Guan Tang.

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The night before.

Guan Tang was helped out of the private room by the young master. She wanted to take a breather, and she was certain Ye Cheng would follow her out. She was very confident about this.

The young master who followed Guan Tang out was Cheng Ping. He was a typical wealthy young master who lived a hedonistic lifestyle. He was one of Guan Tang’s suitors.

Guan Tang naturally did not like men like Cheng Ping. In her opinion, he was not worthy of her. Nonetheless, her principle had always been the same. She would not refuse men’s goodwill even if she did not like them. As someone who was excellent in all aspects, she would give all suitors just enough attention and affection to string them along so they would stay by her side and be her loyal spare tire.

In Guan Tang’s eyes, Cheng Ping was really not qualified even to be her spare tire, but she still did not refuse him. She did not ruin his illusion of her being interested in him.

Cheng Ping looked at Guan Tang with a distressed expression and asked, “Is it suffocating inside? Is that why you don’t feel well?”

Guan Tang smiled weakly and shook her head gently as she said, “It’s not that. Perhaps, I drank a little so my stomach feels a little uncomfortable. I feel a little nauseous.”

Her brows were slightly furrowed, making her look pitiful. After saying that, she quickly walked toward the bathroom.

Cheng Ping quickly stepped forward to support her as he asked, “Do you feel really bad, Guan Tang? What should we do?”

Guan Tang leaned against his arm that was supporting her. Who knew if it was intentional or not. She said softly, “It’s alright. I’ll be fine in a while. I’m sorry to trouble you.”