Transmigration: Lady Chi Woos The Ice cold Professor Jun
Chapter 507: Cherry in hot soup.

Chapter 507: Cherry in hot soup.

Jiang Cherry was a good photojournalist, too good in fact because she somehow always managed to find herself in the right place to capture the perfect picture. It was not because of luck, it was because she paid off many sources in the media world and police stations that would feed her different tips. Ever since she returned, she had slowly built herself a solid reputation as an excellent photojournalist and many media companies would pay handsomely for her pictures and videos, especially the ones where she was the first to arrive at the scene of a crime or scandal.

This was why she found herself in hot soup today, after receiving a tip that the secretary of the ministry for housing was receiving sexual favors from some construction and real estate agencies to share information on government planned projects, she did not think that much would come out of it but she followed him anyway. It was around seven o’clock in the evening, he was probably going home to sleep because this was his usual route from the office, she had checked his movements thoroughly so she thought about turning around many times but perseverance won and she kept going. She maintained a distance of two cars in between them, not wanting to stand out but also not wanting his car out of her sight for a single second. Her heart skipped a small bit when he did not make the U-turn which would lead him to his home but continued going straight. She tailed him carefully and saw the car stop at a bus stop and the driver got out. The secretary got behind the wheel personally which according to the information she had on him was unusual.

Cherry sharpened her mouth and moved it around, "Tsk, tsk, I smell news." She said to herself. She followed him all the way to an old styled private restaurant on the old Shanghai street where he was met outside by two men in Black suits that bowed before him respectfully and then he was led inside.

Jiang Cherry parked her car, changed into a descent dress, put on heels and make up and then she walked to the entrance confidently like a graceful young lady from a rich family.

"I am sorry," the guard at the entrance stopped her. "This restaurant accepts only private reservations and the list is full for today."

Jiang Cherry enveloped herself with a rich heiress arrogant attitude and she pulled a black card from her bag.

"Move." She said harshly to the guard. "Unless you want me to make one call that will have this place shut down." She knew that being soft spoken would not get her inside but money and authority could.

The black card successfully stunned the guard and he said, "I will make a phone call."

"Tell your proprietor that Jiang Cherry is here, wife to Jun Muchen." It was not like her to use the name of the Jun’s but on the social hierarchy they were more powerful than the Jiang’s. All she needed was one or two pictures and she would be out of here. If only she knew how the peep star got such shots easily, she would emulate that individual too. In her mind her biggest rival was the peep star when it came to scoops but the peep star worked in the world of entertainment while she was in serious journalism. Other than taking pictures she was also genuinely curious about the happenings inside this restaurant.

She saw the look on the guards face and she knew that her move had worked. "This way ma’am, my apologies."

Someone else came rushing to receive her, a woman that was dressed in a pink hanfu dress. "Young madam, we are surprised that a guest like yourself came all this way." She turned to the guard and acted angry, "Heyyyy," she shouted sternly, "How could you jeep an esteemed guest like this waiting? We are sorry ma’am we are usually quick on our feet. Will your husband be joining you for dinner?"

She stiffened her face, acting as if she was the queen of this place. "I want a private booth and I don’t want to be disturbed. Whether my husband is joining me or not is none of your business."

"Sorry young madam." The proprietress or manager bowed apologetically.

Cherry was looking around carefully looking for any sign of the secretary. But she could not see any sign of him. She was led inside a booth and told to take off her shoes before she took a seat."Will I have to bribe a server?" She asked herself. "Hey, where are your restrooms?"

"Please follow me, I will lead the way."

Cherry tried hard to slyly look around while avoiding looking obvious to the nosy woman that kept looking back to ensure that she was following her. This restaurant was full of private booths and a few had shoes left outside. ’Brown shoes.’ She thought. As a photo journalist one of her best talents was having a sharp memory so she could recall precise details like the fact that the secretary was wearing brown shoes with a small silver metallic something she didn’t see clearly.

"I want your best bathrooms, if you take me to a crappy place I will not be too happy." Cherry warned the woman.

"Yes ma’am."

When they were about to go around a corner she finally saw the brown shoes. They were in the entrance to a larger private room that was used to entertain a larger number of people.

"My bag!!" She stopped and said loudly and feigned surprised.

"Miss, go and bring my back, I can’t walk around without it. That small bag costs five million, if it goes missing....." she broke off but her voice promised that there would be hell to pay.

"I will bring it immediately." The woman rushed back, leaving Cherry alone behind.

Immediately, Cherry approached that door and opened it slightly slowly. The people inside were having a good time that no one was paying attention to the door. With the small camera in her hand, she silently took as many pictures as quickly as she could. She closed it and turned around to leave but she had taken two steps when unluckily her, someone showed up behind her and caught her arm, "What do you think you are doing?" A man’s voice asked her.

"Nothing, mind your own business." She replied.

"You were peeping into a private room, what are you hiding in your other hand?" The man asked.

Cherry did her best to hide her camera inside the long arms of her dress as she tried to fee herself from the clutches of this stranger.

"Let go." She said sternly. As long as she maintained her tough stance, she could get away with what she had been doing. Unless they demanded to search her that is. In that case, she was screwed.

The woman that went to fetch her bag returned and looked at them in confusion. "Mister, please let go of the young madam’s hand."

"I found her trying to eavesdrop." The man insisted.

"I was not eavesdropping, I was about to go in and rest because you took long to return my purse but I changed my mind and walked away. If you think I am doing something suspicious we can call the police right now." Cherry said boldly. One of the lessons taught to her by brothers was that when one was caught in a messy situation no matter whose fault it is, call the police.

"Police." The woman’s eyes widened. "No, no police. Mister, the fault is mine I asked her to wait from here." She handed Cherry her purse and tried to separate her from the iron grip of the stranger.

Yes, let’s call the police." The man responded and he smirked.

Neither Cherry nor that woman had been expecting that response. Cherry could officially confirm that she was in hot soup. This tactic had worked for her many times but not today. But why did that smirk on the strangers face look oddly similar?

Afraid that this ruckus would make the visitors in the private room come out, the woman looked at Cherry and the stranger nervously.

"Why don’t we sort this out from another place please, in private." She suggested.

"Sounds good to me." The stranger said and he dragged Cherry all the way out of the restaurant.