Benshan’s beloved disciple, starting from the 2009 Spring Festival Gala
Chapter 15 - Honey Trap?

Chapter 15  Honey Trap?

Could it be that she’s trying to set me up with a honey trap?

Qu Yiming eyed Xin Zhilei as she walked away. To be honest, without the right makeup, Xin Zhilei’s looks would only count as slightly above average in an industry flooded with beautiful women.

But if they ignored the face and only looked at her from behind, Xin Zhilei was absolutely lethal. About 1.7 meters tall, with round, full hips and long, powerful legs—she was practically a perfect bedmate.

Still, Qu Yiming hadn’t let desire cloud his judgment. Right now, his popularity was sky-high. It wasn’t strange for beautiful women to throw themselves at him.

But if this was a honey trap, who would dare to set one up in Shen City? This was the headquarters of Benshan Media.

Interesting.

“Qu Rourou!” Qu Yiming called his cousin.

She was the daughter of Qu Yiming’s second uncle—chubby and round. After graduating from university last year, she ran into the financial crisis and failed to find a stable job. During the New Year holiday, she kept visiting Qu Yiming’s house. He remembered she’d always clung to him as a child, so he decided to make her his assistant.

“Boss!”

Qu Rourou, who had been burying her face in food, immediately rushed to his side when she heard him call. Qu Yiming took her aside and instructed, “Find a hotel and book two rooms—across the hall from each other. Once they’re booked, send me the room numbers.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll do it now.”

…

About twenty minutes later, Qu Yiming received a message from Qu Rourou.

Qu Rourou: [Changhai Hotel, 601 and 602].

Qu Yiming: [Leave room 601’s key card at the front desk. Bring 602’s key card to me.].

Qu Rourou: [Got it.].

…

“Boss.”

About twenty minutes later, Qu Rourou delivered the room card. Qu Yiming took it and slipped it into his pocket. After the wrap party ended, Qu Yiming—fully disguised to avoid being recognized—headed to the sixth floor of Changhai Hotel. It was already past 10 p.m.

Ding-ling~

Meanwhile, after taking a shower and lying on the bed, Xin Zhilei grew more and more disappointed as time passed. Then, she suddenly heard her phone’s message alert and quickly picked it up to check. It was from an unknown number:

[Changhai Hotel, Room 601. Key card is at the front desk.].

Phew…

Xin Zhilei let out a breath of relief—so he was just being cautious about her safety. Without hesitation, she dressed, grabbed her backpack, and headed for the hotel.

…

Through the peephole of his door, Qu Yiming saw Xin Zhilei arriving at Room 601. Standing at the door, Xin Zhilei tidied her clothes before reaching to open the room.

“Come here.”

Just then, Qu Yiming opened the door to his own room and called out. Xin Zhilei turned around, stunned. However, she quickly came to her senses and walked into Room 602.

“Phone,” Qu Yiming said, extending his hand.

Xin Zhilei obediently handed over her phone and said, “I’ve already deleted the messages.”

Qu Yiming checked it himself, just to be sure. The messages were indeed deleted, and there was no information related to the Changhai Hotel sent out.

Xin Zhilei was using a Nokia, and Nokia phones had removable batteries. Qu Yiming opened the back cover, removed the battery, and placed it on the table. Then, he sat on the chair next to the table, scrutinizing Xin Zhilei with a commanding tone.

“Take off your clothes.”

To be honest, that look and tone were extremely humiliating and made one feel deeply uncomfortable. But then again, she had come to him voluntarily. Xin Zhilei quietly took off her coat.

Her stunning figure, wrapped in a white sweater and jeans, was instantly revealed. Qu Yiming signaled with his eyes for her to continue.

One piece after another…

…

Two hours later, Xin Zhilei sat at the edge of the bed, took out birth control pills and a thermos from her backpack, and swallowed a few pills with warm water.

Seeing how familiar she was with this, if it weren’t for the traces still on the bed sheets, Qu Yiming might have thought she was a seasoned veteran.

“You’re not losing out either. I’ve never even had a girlfriend,” Qu Yiming said in a scummy tone.

Yet, hearing this, Xin Zhilei felt touched.

After taking the pills, Xin Zhilei returned to bed and said softly, “I never dared to hope to marry you. I know I’m not worthy. I just wanted someone I could rely on…”

She listened to the sound of Qu Yiming’s heartbeat, her eyes full of longing for a better life. She had no choice—she still had parents and younger siblings to support.

Qu Yiming played with her sweat-dampened hair and said, “As long as you behave, I’ll get you some good opportunities.”

“Okay,”

Xin Zhilei nodded slightly.

…

Women were just a diversion. Career was the real priority. Early in the morning, Qu Yiming went to the company to oversee the post-production of Lost on Journey. Zhang Tian’ai had already left Shenshi with her mother, heading to Beijing.

One reason Zhang’s mother came to Shenshi was to send her daughter to report to Beijing Film Academy.

Before boarding, Zhang Tian’ai sent Qu Yiming a message.

[I’ll be waiting for you at Beijing Film Academy!].

Qu Yiming didn’t reply.

Xiao Song Jia sent a message last night, wishing him good luck with the wrap-up. Qu Yiming was busy with a friendly match and forgot to respond the next day. Right now, his focus was solely on the post-production of Lost on Journey.