At a high class salon and spa.

Relaxing classical music softly played in the background. A touch of jasmine scent permeated the air, relaxing the two young women who were being pampered inside the private room.

The relaxed atmosphere, however, was soon interrupted.

One of the young women who was soaking her feet in a small tub of pulsing water filled with rose petals had her eyes glued to her mobile phone. Suddenly, she exclaimed aloud.

“Hey, Luo Luo. Have you seen this?” She waved her phone to her friend in excitement.

“What is it?” Fan Luo asked in a lazy manner, flipping to the next page of the fashion magazine she was reading.

She glanced at the nails of her feet currently being covered by the latest limited edition red shade of nail polish from an expensive brand.

“Luo Luo, you have to read this,” her friend pushed the phone to her. “People are talking about you and big brother Chonglin and that Iris sl*t online.”

“What?” Fan Luo’s face darkened when she heard Iris Long’s name.

She slapped the magazine close and threw it carelessly on the floor. Then she grabbed the phone from her friend and started reading.

Her expression changed numerous times as she read. She scowled, sneered, scoffed and finally laughed with delight.

“I already got rid of that sl*t who kept on chasing my man. She better not pop out again and bother us or else…”

“Don’t worry, Luo Luo. Everyone hates that sl*t. Even if she somehow comes back, nobody will welcome her. You’re clearly on a much higher level than a sl*t like her. That’s why big brother Chonglin fell in love with you and chose you to marry him.”

Fan Luo smiled, pleased, but quickly scowled again. “I don’t like that some people are saying that big brother made that sl*t pregnant.”

“What are you worried about? They’re just rumours. Go write a post and declare to everyone that you’re the one and only future Mrs. Jin Chonglin.”

Fan Luo laughed. “Good idea.”

She returned her friend’s phone and took out her own. Then she began writing her own post.

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Jin Chonglin just finished shooting his latest music video.

They were at an empty warehouse turned into a studio just for him to shoot this latest set of music videos for his upcoming album. The one that he just finished involved a lot of dancing, so he was drenched in sweat.

His assistant handed him a water bottle and a towel. He drank thirstily, finishing the entire bottle. Then he wiped his sweat off with the towel.

His manager was busy on the phone, while Jin Chonglin changed out of his costume to his regular clothes of ripped jeans and sweatshirt.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, seeing his manager’s frown.

His manager, Lin Dong, looked at him for a long time without speaking.

“Just say it already! You’re creeping me out!”

Lin Dong narrowed his eyes. “Chonglin, tell me the truth. Did you make Iris Long pregnant?”

“What?! What nonsense are you talking about?!!!” Jin Chonglin was aghast.

His manager narrowed his eyes even more. “Are you telling the truth?”

“Of course! Where did you hear that rubbish?”

Lin Dong handed him his phone.

Jin Chonglin snatched it. His eyes bulged and his jaw fell as he read.

“This…what one-night stand? What made her pregnant? What r*ped me? These are all nonsense! I never had sex with her! I never even kissed her! I never hooked up with her!”

“But it’s true that she followed you around before.”

“Yeah, but she’s not my type so I avoided her.” Then he raised a fist and waved it in front of Lin Dong. “Hmph! I can’t believe you’ll even think that I made her pregnant! You don’t trust me! What kind of manager are you?”

Lin Dong scoffed. “Come on. Everyone knows that you’re a playboy. You’re always hooking up with different girls. I won’t find it too unbelievable if you really made Iris Long pregnant. She’s a beauty. And she’s not the first. Lots of other girls have already claimed that you made them pregnant.”

“I just told you she’s not my type. Besides, I’m engaged now! All of those claims are false! I always use protection when I hook up!”

“Yeah, right. You always use protection but still ended up in this situation with Fan Luo. If it weren’t because you feel guilty towards her, I know you wouldn’t even think of marrying her or marrying anyone, for that matter, before you’re past 30.”

“Hmph!”

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Bastard.”

“Just an honest bastard at your service. Hahaha!”

Jin Chonglin threw the phone at the imbecile, before rummaging through his bag for his own phone.

“Hey. Hey! What are you doing?”

“What else? I’m going to tell the truth.”

“Fine. But let me check it first before you post it.”

“Hmph.”