Chapter 368: Chapter 368

When He Qimo returned from outside the hotel, what he saw was Shen Jian Ni lying on the bed like a dead fish, sprawled out in all directions.

He was dressed in black, accompanied by flurries of snowflakes that brought a chilling presence with them.

He knew about the incident Shen Jian Ni caused tonight. During the dinner, while drinking, a CEO next to him had laughed and showed him the phone.

At the time, he showed no expression.

Perhaps all those CEOs knew that signing up a female celebrity is just for fun, to put it bluntly. The difference is that some people find less high-profile ones who don’t cause trouble, while others...

Among them, the CEO of Shengyun International chuckled and nudged his arm, saying, "Qi Mo, it’s just your bad luck. All this talk of gaining position through Vice Governor Gu, then falling out with and leaving your wife, having affairs—business isn’t so moral. As long as you watch who you’re with, it’s fine."

On the surface, these words seemed to advise him, but weren’t they also a kind of mockery?

In this circle, ever since eight years ago when he rose smoothly with the help of Zixuan’s father, he was already someone many envied.

At this moment, he was no longer that young, outstanding-looking, and legendary business genius who, at twenty-eight, was the top in the real estate industry in Rong City. Now these people had the capital to laugh and talk...

He swept his jet-black eyes across the room and smiled darkly.

Lifting his glass, he calmly toasted this group playing diplomatic games.

He, quiet and expressionless, made it hard for others to continue speaking.

Looking at Shen Jian Ni’s angry, hopeless expression, he initially felt nothing special, but suddenly, in a fleeting moment, something amused him, and something felt real.

His lips curled, and he looked at her deeply.

A brief pause. When Shen Jian Ni saw him, she sat up straight like a fish, as if seeing a living Buddha to save her, "You’re back?"

His face darkened, reverting to his usual aloofness, as he took off his black wool coat, unbuttoned the suit jacket underneath, took his pajamas, grunted half-heartedly, and went into the bathroom.

His aloofness without conversation almost caused Shen Jian Ni to lose her breath into her coronary arteries, angering her like a spinning top.

When He Qimo finished showering and returned to the bedside, he lifted the blanket and sat down.

Shen Jian Ni couldn’t help but sit beside him and nag, "He Qimo, your PR director called and said they’re going to freeze me."

He Qimo didn’t reply, so Shen Jian Ni shook his arm, "Did you hear that? Your PR director said they’re going to freeze me.

For a moment, He Qimo, recalling what had happened yesterday, suddenly softened a bit, making him decide not to let her sleep on the floor...

Frowning, unable to avoid any longer, he could only ask, "What did you do? Why would the director call you?"

Shen Jian Ni was stunned for a moment; he didn’t know yet?

But looking at He Qimo’s deep jet-black eyes again, she became even more infuriated.

How could he not know? He clearly didn’t want to care and chose to feign ignorance!

So, Shen Jian Ni raised her nightgown sleeve angrily and said, "What could I do? I just thought with Christmas approaching, today being Christmas Eve, I’d take a picture with an apple and send it to my fans as a treat."

"So, during such a sensitive period, you’re still posting photos to stir up public opinion, shouldn’t you be frozen?"

He Qimo, tiresomely, picked up the remote to turn on the TV.

Shen Jian Ni, angrier, gritted her teeth, snatched the remote with a grab, and said, "Why should I be frozen? I’m the leading star of Junsheng Group. You should be thinking of ways to manage the PR for me, not freeze me. If you freeze me, you’ll lose your leading lady!"

"No problem. There are plenty of girls wanting to be famous. Just find a couple of pretty ones and boost them,"

He Qimo said carelessly, grabbing back the remote once more.

In an instant, Shen Jian Ni was truly fuming.

With a swift motion, she stuffed it under her own bottom, covering it with her pink silk pajamas.

This action stunned He Qimo, his jet-black eyes quietly watching her.

She rubbed her nose, bolstering her momentum, crossed her arms, and said, "He Qimo, I know you don’t want to get involved. Actually, if it wasn’t for you causing this mess, I wouldn’t be slammed just for sending a blessing with a picture. So, you have to take responsibility! Talk to your PR director and say it’s fine for them to manage my account temporarily, but they must return it after some time, and they can’t freeze me! Once this blows over, you have to compensate me and make me famous again."

He Qimo frowned as he looked at her.

After a long while, "Is this necessary?"

"Of course." Shen Jian Ni pursed her lips, slightly raised her chin, trying to boost her own confidence.

He Qimo’s eyebrows furrowed deeper.

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But tonight, Shen Jian Ni was really clinging, clearly not planning to let him rest until this was dealt with.

And thinking about the first time, it was fine, but yesterday, there had been a rash of impulse even in his remaining rationality...

Paused, after a minute and twenty-three seconds, he nodded.

Pushed Shen Jian Ni away.

He continued to reach for the remote, "Alright."

Yet this action was faster than his words.

Making Shen Jian Ni momentarily incredulous, thinking he was going to be uncompromisingly domineering again, so the moment she was pushed away, she immediately steadied herself and sat back down.

"Did you really mean it?"

Shen Jian Ni’s eyes widened in astonishment.

But in the next moment, both felt awkward.

Her gaze lowered, and Shen Jian Ni realized.

She had inadvertently sat on He Qimo’s hand, and her pink nightgown had draped over his entire wrist due to her actions, giving a unique visual effect!

The warmth of his palm pressed against her sensitive area.

The scorching heat was palpable even through the air.

Shen Jian Ni’s face flushed, unsure where to place herself, but in front of He Qimo, she couldn’t sheepishly move away and expose her precious bottom.

She had to purse her lips, sit more thick-skinned, and said, "Is what you said true or not?"

He Qimo didn’t want to speak anymore, especially since Shen Jian Ni hadn’t noticed that from his angle, he could glimpse a bit of the white scenery down her loosely draped nightgown at the front...