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On that day, Zhao Yazhi finished a day's filming and just walked out of the crew.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her, outlining a soft outline for her perfect figure.

Just then, a luxurious extended Lincoln slowly drove over and stopped steadily in front of her.

Zhao Yazhi couldn't help but be stunned, his heart full of doubts.

Just as she was thinking, the window of the back car slowly rolled down, revealing a familiar and charming face.

"Ah, it's Mr. Lin?!" Zhao Yazhi couldn't help but exclaim.

She never expected to meet Lin Yao at this time and place.

"Ms. Zhao, are you off work?"

Lin Yao said with a smile.

Then he looked at Zhao Yazhi at this time, and saw that after she took off her costume, she naturally exuded the charm of a mature young woman.

It is a unique charm that has been accumulated over the years, just like a glass of mellow wine.

"Mr. Lin, I just got off work." Although Zhao Yazhi was surprised, he still replied politely and carefully.

Facing Lin Yao, a man with enormous power in Hong Kong Island, she unconsciously became a little more reserved.

"Get in the car! I'll take you home, or take you out for a meal, okay?" Lin Yao said, still smiling.

Zhao Yazhi was immediately conflicted.

The key point is that her husband is waiting to have dinner with her.

"Mr. Lin, is this... not very convenient?"

She tried to refuse tactfully, but she was afraid of offending Lin Yao.

Lin Yao seemed to see her concerns and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, Miss Zhao. It's just a casual meal for everyone to exchange ideas."

Zhao Yazhi hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and said:

"Well...Okay, Mr. Lin."

She walked slowly towards the car door, feeling a little nervous.

When Zhao Yazhi got into the car.

There was a faint scent of high-end perfume in the car, which contrasted sharply with the hustle and bustle outside.

Lin Yao knocked lightly on the car window, signaling Aji to drive.

The car started slowly and drove smoothly on the road.

"Ms. Zhao, is the filming of this drama going smoothly recently?"

Lin Yao broke the brief silence in the car and asked casually.

"Well, it went fairly smoothly, but I needed to work harder on grasping the emotions of some characters," Zhao Yazhi replied softly.

She looked out the window and saw pedestrians and vehicles passing by on the street.

It was as if she was feeling the same at the moment, a little flustered and confused.

As the lights come on, street lamps and neon lights light up one after another, sketching a colorful picture for the city.

Lin Yao and Zhao Yazhi walked into a Michelin restaurant side by side, as if they had walked into an elegant world forgotten by time.

In the restaurant, the crystal chandeliers cast soft warm light, like stars, adding a touch of romance and warmth to the entire space.

The diners around were chatting in low voices, and their voices were like the breeze blowing across the lake, creating ripples, yet blending perfectly into the quiet atmosphere.

The waiters are dressed in neat uniforms, moving back and forth with light and steady steps, providing thoughtful service to every customer.

Not long after he sat down, Zhao Yazhi's mobile phone rang urgently.

When the first call came, she was slightly stunned, with a hint of surprise in her eyes;

Soon after, the second call came in, which made her originally calm face show a hint of nervousness.

Lin Yao saw all of this and secretly wondered in her heart, could the person calling be her husband?

After all, the person who could make her so nervous was most likely closely related to her private life.

In order to ease the slightly tense atmosphere, Lin Yao raised a gentle smile, like the warm sunshine in spring, which can dispel the haze in the world.

He took the initiative to talk to her about the beautiful scenery in various places, trying to divert her attention.

As he spoke, he focused on describing the charming scenery of Plock Island, as if a beautiful painting was slowly unfolding in front of Zhao Yazhi.

"There, I am the one and only one."

As Zhao Yazhi listened, his eyes gradually became focused. He nodded slightly from time to time, and the tension in his eyes was gradually replaced by curiosity.

At some point, she quietly turned off her mobile phone, as if temporarily putting the troubles of the outside world behind her.

His expression became more relaxed, and he was immersed in the wonderful world described by Lin Yao.

"Cheers, Miss Zhao."

Lin Yao raised his glass, his voice was deep and mellow, like the hum of a cello, echoing in this quiet corner.

The two of them clinked their glasses lightly, and the red wine rippled slightly in the glasses.

It exudes an alluring luster, as if telling a romantic story.

Lin Yao looked calm and unperturbed.

On the other hand, after a few drinks, Zhao Yazhi's cheeks gradually turned a charming blush.

Just like the sunset in the sky.

It added a bit of shyness and charm to her already beautiful face.

As the dinner came to an end, Lin Yao gentlemanly offered to take Zhao Yazhi home.

After a moment's hesitation, Zhao Yazhi nodded slightly in agreement.

She might be struggling in her heart. On the one hand, she knew that the time she spent with Lin Yao was intoxicating.

But on the other hand, she was worried that her husband would be jealous.

At this moment, under the influence of alcohol, she chose to obey her inner desires.

Neon lights are flashing outside the car window.

Colorful light shone through the car window onto the two of them.

The night scene of the city is like a flowing scroll of light and shadow, rapidly receding.

Tall buildings stand side by side, and under the cover of night, their outlines are outlined by lights and look particularly majestic, like silent giants.

There is a lot of traffic on the road, and the car lights converge into two endless rivers of light. The red and white lights intertwine and flicker, forming a modern version of the "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" night scene.

Prosperous and full of vitality.

After a while, the extended Lincoln slowly slowed down and stopped steadily downstairs of a high-end villa area.

This villa area is surrounded by tall and lush trees, and the dense branches and leaves act like a natural barrier.

Isolate the hustle and bustle of the world and leave only silence.

Zhao Yazhi looked at the familiar scenery outside the window, and a complex emotion surged in his heart, a mixture of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty flavors intertwined together.

She understood that returning here would mean falling back into the mundane daily life of real life.

Faced with the dullness and helplessness of the daily necessities of life, and the husband who always disappointed her in some aspects.

Thinking back to every moment I spent with Lin Yao tonight, every moment seemed like a dream.

She seemed to be in the clouds, surrounded by a different kind of romance and passion.

Mr. Lin is surrounded by beautiful women and has many girlfriends, so he must be very good in that aspect.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yazhi couldn't help but laugh at himself in his heart, secretly blaming himself for thinking too much.

He is the ninth richest man in the world, and the gap between them is huge.

But since I'm already a married woman, this idea is really unrealistic.

"Bye, Mr. Lin, thank you very much for dinner tonight."

Zhao Yazhi's face was flushed with alcohol, he had a slightly drunken smile on his face, and his eyes were a little confused.

As he spoke, he turned around and walked towards his villa with unsteady steps.

Her body was swaying, as if a breeze could blow her down. As soon as she was freed from Lin Yao's support, she staggered.

His body fell forward uncontrollably, his hands subconsciously grasping in the air, and he almost fell to the ground.

Lin Yao quickly reached out his hand again and firmly grasped her arm.

"Miss Zhao, let me take you upstairs! I'm really worried about your current condition."

"Oh, thank you. I really don't need that."

Zhao Ya subconsciously shook her head repeatedly to refuse, with a hint of panic in her eyes, like a frightened deer.

"Mr. Lin, my husband will be back soon, so it's not convenient."

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Zhao Yazhi’s husband Huang Huafeng is also a member of the entertainment industry.

But he was not signed to Lin Yao’s Tianyao Film Company.

At this time, as usual, Huang Huafeng should still be drinking with friends and would probably not return home until late at night.

"Ms. Zhao, you really are drunk. I'll help you to your room, or I'll be worried when I leave."

As Lin Yao spoke, he half-pulled Zhao Yazhi towards the door of the villa.

When he arrived at the door, Lin Yao naturally took out the key from Zhao Yazhi's bag.

The slender fingers skillfully inserted into the keyhole and turned it gently.

"Click"!

The door of the villa was opened and the room was instantly illuminated by lights.

The warm light dispelled the darkness of the night, but it could not dispel the panic in Zhao Yazhi's heart.

Then, Lin Yao hugged Zhao Yazhi and went straight to the bedroom on the second floor.

He placed her gently on the expensive rosewood bed.

Crunch...

The bed made a slight sound.

"Mr. Lin, please sit down for a while. I'll get you something to drink. What do you like?"

Zhao Yazhi forced himself to sit up, a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

But everything happened too suddenly. She had just stood up when Lin Yao grabbed her slender wrist.

That powerful hand seemed to strangle her struggle in the cradle.

The next second, the whole person was pushed back onto the soft bed, and the mattress sank slightly.

"No, I don't want to drink water." Lin Yao had a meaningful smile on his face.

As he spoke, he slowly took off his coat and threw it on a chair beside him.

His hands began to unbutton the cuffs of his shirt, and every movement was full of rhythm.

Zhao Yazhi was completely panicked. His emotions were complicated and difficult to discern, and fear spread like a tide.

She was so flustered that she didn't know what to do, and shyness burned on her cheeks like a flame.

There are also some subtle emotions intertwined that even she herself is unwilling to admit.

"Mr. Lin...Mr. Lin, please don't be like this. My husband will be back soon."

Her voice was trembling slightly, and the trembling ending seemed to be her last line of defense.

But the resistance expressed in words seemed so powerless, and was gradually swallowed up in this ambiguous atmosphere.

In this silent room, time seemed to stand still and the air seemed to become thick.

Zhao Yazhi's heartbeat became more and more rapid, she didn't know what would happen next.

I felt both fear and a hint of anticipation in my heart.

Lin Yao slowly approached, and the aura he exuded made Zhao Yazhi even more nervous.

Zhao Yazhi closed his eyes tightly, feeling mixed emotions and his mind was in chaos.

…

The night fell like a huge piece of black silk, weighing heavily on the villa.

Behind the bushes outside the villa, two hidden paparazzi were crouching on the ground like ghosts waiting for an opportunity.

One of them held a high-power telescope with his eyes pressed tightly to the eyepiece.

The other held a professional-grade camera steadily with both hands, his fingers like taut bowstrings.

Be ready to press the shutter at any time.

"Oh my goodness! It's actually Lin Yao, this is really shocking news!"

The paparazzi holding the telescope had a slightly trembling voice due to excitement, and he almost shouted in a low voice.

The voice was filled with irrepressible excitement, as if a mountain of gold had been discovered.

"Oh my god! It's really Mr. Lin!"

The other paparazzi also had a look of disbelief on his face, his eyes were as big as bells, and he almost couldn't hold the camera steadily.

His eyes were fixed on the looming figure in the villa, afraid of missing any details.

Originally, they came here to secretly take photos of Zhao Yazhi, hoping to dig up some gossip about the entertainment industry.

In Hong Kong Island today, any little disturbance may become a weapon to attract public attention and bring them rich returns.

But who could have expected that the gears of fate would take a miraculous turn at this moment.

They unexpectedly captured Lin Yao's figure.

They come from the Fruit Newspaper, which is known for using any means necessary to get the news across.

This newspaper has always had no bottom line in its pursuit of attracting attention and increasing sales.

In their eyes, the value of news has long been distorted.

As long as it can cause a sensation, no matter how despicable the means are, they will do it.

Although they were also aware of Lin Yao's current power in Hong Kong.

In Hong Kong Island and even the entire Southern Hemisphere.

Lin Yao's name is like thunder, which makes people feel awe.

But in the face of the huge temptation of fame and fortune, greed instantly took over like a surging tide.

Their remaining rationality was completely overwhelmed, and they even had the idea of ​​taking desperate risks.

What's more, their boss Li Shaokang is extremely disdainful of Lin Yao on a daily basis.

He often made veiled attacks on Lin Yao in newspapers, as if he had an irreconcilable hatred for Lin Yao.

Under the influence of this atmosphere, the evil thoughts in the hearts of the two paparazzi grew stronger.

But just as the two were immersed in the fantasy of becoming famous, the atmosphere in the air suddenly became weird.

It was as if an invisible hand quietly plucked the dangerous strings.

They seemed to have sensed some kind of dangerous aura, and a fear deep in their bones rushed from the soles of their feet to their hearts, and they subconsciously turned their heads back.

"Fuck!"

This sight almost scared the two of them to death!

At some point, a dozen burly men had silently stood behind them, like ghosts, blocking their retreat.

The leader was none other than Aji.

Aji's eyes were as sharp as a falcon, staring closely at the two uninvited guests. (End of this chapter)