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Meeting that determined gaze, Lin Chuan slowly smiled faintly.
He lowered his head again and lightly pecked at the ground, his voice deep and magnetic: "I'll give you a reward when we get back."
As soon as she finished speaking, a shimmering light appeared in Xiao Meinu's eyes, and a deep sense of anticipation welled up in her heart.
Meanwhile, after the performance, Meng Zhimu Shenghua returned to the dressing room. A middle-aged man dressed in a black suit, with square-framed black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, and looking somewhat gloomy, slowly walked in.
Upon seeing him, a faint glint of admiration appeared in her eyes, mixed with a hint of affection.
The next moment, her cherry lips parted slightly, and her voice was sweet and charming: "Mr. Ishikawa, you've arrived~"
Glancing at the radiant Yume no Seika, Ishikawa Asama nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "Pack your things, I'm taking you to meet a very important person tonight."
"As long as you can make a good impression on that important person, you won't have to worry anymore..."
Upon hearing this, Meng Zhimu Shenghua's eyebrows furrowed slightly.
She had also heard about the unspoken rules in the industry and knew what many seniors had sacrificed to obtain resources.
But she didn't want that. She just wanted to sing well and bring joy to those who liked her, nothing more.
Seeing Yume no Ki Seika's state, Ishikawa Asama immediately began to gently persuade her.
After all, the other party promised him 5000 million yen afterward. With that money, why would he still be an agent? Wouldn't he be happier being a capitalist?!
Ultimately, thanks to Ishikawa Asama's silver tongue and the influence of his subtle affection, Yume no Ki Seika agreed.
However, she requested that she not accompany the man for drinks or to watch his movements, but simply meet him briefly and have a chat.
Ishikawa Asama readily agreed to all of them.
As for what he was really thinking, only he knows the answer.
(P.S.: Latest plot: Idol Girlfriend 3).
Chapter 429 Betrayed, Saint Hua's Heartbreak
The Hyatt Regency Kyoto, one of only two five-star hotels in the city, welcomed a different guest today.
Inside the hotel, in front of the luxurious private room, Lin Chuan raised an eyebrow slightly as he listened to the faint conversation coming from inside.
Then, he pushed open the door and entered.
As soon as you step inside, you are greeted by a woman in a light pink dress, with a pair of beautiful light pink eyes that sparkle like jewels – Meng Zhimu Shenghua.
Upon closer inspection, the woman is even more charming than she appears on stage.
Her delicate skin was as smooth as mutton fat jade, shimmering with a luminous glow under the soft light.
While Lin Chuan was observing the Dream Tree Saint Flower, the beauty was also watching him.
Gazing at his tall, handsome figure, and deep eyes, I couldn't help but think to myself: "This man is so handsome, if only he could join our company..."
Just as she was muttering to herself, Ishikawa Asama stood up and greeted her with a respectful and obsequious smile: "Hello, Chairman Hayashikawa! I am Ishikawa Asama. I have long admired Chairman Hayashikawa's name. It is truly an honor to meet you today."
Upon seeing this monster before him, a hint of murderous intent flashed in Lin Chuan's eyes, but his face remained gentle.
After all, you should only kill someone when they are no longer of any use to you.
He's still useful now!
"I've heard of Mr. Ishikawa before; he's managed to cultivate an idol like Ms. Yumenogi..."
After a few brief pleasantries, Lin Chuan looked at Meng Zhimu Shenghua, his all-encompassing friendliness fully activated: "Miss Meng Zhimu, I also saw your concert during the day, it was very good~"
Meeting that gentle gaze, Meng Zhimu Shenghua was slightly lost in thought, and at the same time, a faint impulse welled up in her heart.
There seemed to be something fatally attractive about the other person, making her unable to resist wanting to get closer.
A moment later, after regaining her senses, she glanced instinctively at Ishikawa Asama, forcefully suppressing the impulse...
As the moon rose above the willow branches, during the meal, Lin Chuan mentioned his desire to invite Mengzhimu Shenghua to be the spokesperson for his company.
Upon hearing this, Ishikawa Asama quickly poured a glass of juice and handed it over: "Menghua, hurry up and thank Chairman Linchuan."
She extended her snow-white, delicate hand to receive it, a faint smile playing on Meng Zhimu Shenghua's lips. Her cherry lips parted slightly, and her voice was sweet and alluring: "Thank you, Mr. Lin Chuan~"
After bumping into it, he drank it all in one gulp.
Upon witnessing this scene, a fleeting glint of light flashed in Ishikawa Asama's eyes.
A few minutes later, Meng Zhimu Shenghua suddenly felt a bit hot and couldn't help but pull up his collar.
As he moved, a fragrance reminiscent of orchids and musk wafted to Lin Chuan's nose.
Two or three minutes later, a fine layer of fragrant sweat appeared on the fair-skinned woman's forehead, and her cheeks were rosy like a ripe apple.
Upon seeing this, Ishikawa Asama's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.
Immediately afterwards, she excused herself to Lin Chuan, saying she needed to use the restroom, and got up to leave.
After she left, looking at Meng Zhimu Shenghua whose eyes were gradually becoming misty, Lin Chuan said gently, "Miss Meng Zhimu, how did you come up with the idea of becoming an idol?"
"I want to use my singing to bring happiness to everyone."
"Miss Yumenoki is really..."
During the praise, Lin Chuan subtly grasped the other person's soft, warm hand.
Meng Zhimu Shenghua, whose mind was already somewhat confused, had lost her original vigilance and was just staring blankly at Lin Chuan.
Seeing its adorable and innocent appearance, Lin Chuan was completely captivated.
Immediately, he lowered his head and captured those slightly hot lips.
As their lips touched, Meng Zhimu Shenghua's pupils suddenly contracted, and her mind instantly regained a glimmer of clarity.
Her snow-white, delicate hand rested against his firm chest, her eyes alluring, her breath sweet as orchids: "D-Damn~"
Lin Chuan grasped her warm, soft hand in return, not giving her a chance to speak again.
After a while, embracing the beauty who was now completely under the influence of the drug and writhing like a beautiful snake, Lin Chuan left the private room and took the elevator to the presidential suite that had been reserved in advance.
With the door slammed shut, the interior and exterior were completely separated into two distinct worlds.
Soon after, soft whispers drifted from the suite, interspersed with a few muffled groans...
The following morning, a playful ray of sunlight pierced through the bright window, illuminating the delicate, peel-like cheeks of Dreamwood Saint Flower.
Stimulated by this, her long, curved eyelashes fluttered, and her beautiful, jewel-like eyes slowly opened.
Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, her mind went blank for a moment, then she sat bolt upright in bed...
Her vigorous movements caused the thin blanket on her body to slip off slightly, revealing a large expanse of beautiful scenery.
But at this moment, Meng Zhi Mu Sheng Hua had no time to care about any of that.
An unusual sensation emanated from her body, and the few plum blossoms blooming proudly in the snow-covered landscape not far away told her what had happened last night.
She curled up against the headboard, burying her head in it, and tears streamed down her face like broken pearls.
Why? Why did things turn out this way...?
Lost in thought and muttering to himself for a while, Yume no Mu Seika suddenly recalled the somewhat amused look in Ishikawa Asama's eyes when he handed her juice last night.
She must have caught it last night, but she barely ate anything; the only possible reason was that drink.
She hurriedly rummaged through the scattered clothes to find her phone and dialed Ishikawa Asama's number.
Upon hearing the message, "The number you dialed is currently switched off. Please try again later," Mengzhimu Shenghua shook her head violently a few times.
"No, impossible! Mr. Ishikawa would never do such a thing. I must go and ask him myself."
Clinging to the last glimmer of hope, she gritted her teeth, changed her clothes, and slowly left the room.
Arriving at her company by car, and after searching for a while without finding Ishikawa Asama, she stopped a junior colleague who had only been with the company for a few days and asked urgently, "Honan, have you seen Mr. Ishikawa?"
"Mr. Ishikawa has already resigned, didn't you know, Sister Seika?"
Upon hearing this, Meng Zhimu Shenghua seemed to have all her strength drained away, collapsing helplessly to the ground.
What is more painful than losing one's virginity is the betrayal of a loved one.
She never imagined that the man who usually encouraged her not to give up and whom she regarded as her spiritual support would actually push her into the arms of another man.
At this moment, Meng Zhimu Shenghua felt as if she had returned to the day her parents divorced.
That day, the two of them pushed her to each other like trash.
That day, she felt just as helpless.
Upon seeing Meng Zhimu Shenghua in this state, the girl she called Suibo was immediately startled: "Sister Shenghua, what's wrong? Don't scare me!"
Chapter 430 Mizuhara Honami's Bizarre Aesthetics
On the outskirts of Kyoto, in an abandoned factory, faint, mosquito-like moans drifted through the air.
In mid-air, the stark white skeleton gleamed with a ghastly luster in the sunlight. All its internal organs had been removed, leaving only a faint heartbeat for Ishikawa Asama, who was barely breathing.
Beneath him, a limp human skin lay on the ground, with a wick connected to his navel, from which a tiny flame burned quietly.
The wailing I had heard earlier came from the other party.
Not far away, Lin Chuan slowly rose from his chair and walked over to Ishikawa Asama, his voice tinged with amusement: "Mr. Ishikawa, are you satisfied with this gift I've given you?"
When asked, Ishikawa Asama, clinging to his last breath, raised his head and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why?"
"Why? Just consider this a righteous judgment I'm making because I can't stand your methods of selling your daughter for personal gain!"
Upon hearing this, Ishikawa Asama's pale lips kept moving.
Do you speak human language?
You devised this plan from beginning to end, and you even provided the medicine.
Now that you've got the benefits, you say you can't stand my methods?!
What kind of just trial is this? Bah!