The Entertainment Industry in Turmoil: Young Actresses All Want to Rise to the Top

Chapter 332 The Big Boss Scams the Big Boss!

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"Brother Mo, you've had a long day, don't get worked up over the dishes."

Bai Lu jokingly snatched the rag from Shen Mo's hand, placed her hands on his back, and pushed him out of the kitchen without saying a word.

"Go wash up, Meng-jie and I will take care of the rest."

She turned her head and winked at Meng Ziyi, who was slightly tipsy, with flushed cheeks and glazed eyes.

"Sister Meng, could you find Brother Mo a change of clothes? Don't hide it, I know you definitely have some here."

The aftereffects of the alcohol slowed Meng Ziyi's reaction by a beat. Without thinking much, she simply nodded subconsciously and walked with limp steps toward the walk-in closet that she had reserved specifically for Shen Mo.

As Meng Ziyi's figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs, Zi Lu stopped her busy work.

She turned around, leaning against the kitchen counter, her bright eyes filled with a sly smile.

"Brother Mo?"

Bai Lu lowered her voice, the last syllable rising slightly, carrying a hint of flirtatious teasing.

"Want to daydream?"

As she spoke, she first pointed to herself with her slender, green fingertips, then made a circular motion in the air before accurately pointing towards Meng Ziyi upstairs.

Shen Mo understood instantly.

He saw right through Bai Lu's clever and perceptive heart. He stepped forward, stretched out his long arm, and pulled the little fox into his arms, smiling helplessly.

"You always find new ways to cause trouble."

He looked down at Bai Lu, his eyes filled with genuine tenderness.

"Actually, you don't need to go to such lengths, Mengyan."

Bai Lu snuggled closer to him, then took a deep breath, greedily inhaling his familiar scent.

"How can treating Brother Mo like this be considered a sacrifice?"

"I just simply like it —"

Shen Mo felt a gentle touch on the softest part of his heart. He reached out and ruffled her soft hair, his gesture full of affection.

"Oh, stop being so sentimental, go take a shower!"

Bai Lu suddenly jumped away like a startled rabbit, pushing Shen Mo towards the bathroom.

"Leave the rest to me."

As Shen Mo entered the bathroom and the sound of running water filled the air, Meng Ziyi came downstairs carrying a silk nightgown.

Bai Lu had already quickly washed the remaining dishes and was now squatting in front of the living room sofa with a strong sense of thievery, taking things out of her bag.

"Here, Sister Meng, I'll give you a divine set of equipment."

"Hey! Bai Mengyan! You—"

The moment Meng Ziyi saw the dark shape in Bai Lu's hand, she nearly dropped her bathrobe in shock.

She shoved Bai Lu's outstretched hand back, her face instantly flushing crimson, almost to the point of bleeding.

"What are you doing?! This—"

Bai Lu chuckled, revealing a triumphant smile.

Without any room for argument, she forcefully stuffed the black lingerie and stockings, along with five leather wristbands with exquisite metal buckles, into Meng Ziyi's arms.

"Go upstairs and get ready before Brother Mo comes out!"

Bai Lu patted Meng Ziyi's stiff shoulder, her tone carrying a hint of earnest instruction.

"I'm going to the second bedroom to wash up. Good luck tonight!"

After saying that, Bai Lu skipped and hopped into the second bedroom.

In the silent living room, only Meng Ziyi remained standing there, her dizzy mind seemingly frozen.

She looked down at the leather wristband in her hand, then listened to the sound of water dripping in the bathroom. Her brain, which had been numbed by alcohol, was now throbbing wildly.

Meng Ziyi walked into the master bedroom on the second floor, closed the door behind her, leaned against the door, and her heart was pounding loudly.

She looked down at the things in her arms, her fingertips trembling slightly.

She sat on the edge of the large bed, her silk robe draped over the sheets, revealing two straight, fair legs that were almost glowing.

She unhooked the pair of sheer black stockings, slowly rolled up her toes, and gently pushed the thin layer of dark shadow upwards.

The stockings clung tightly to her skin, making her already rounded legs appear even more shapely and revealing a hint of her skin tone.

The real "challenge" is those five leather wristbands with buckles, four small and one large.

Slightly tipsy, Meng Ziyi wrapped the cold leather around her wrists and ankles.

As the last wrist was fastened, she suddenly felt a little uneasy, her fingertips brushing against the clasp several times, trying to take it off.

Really, is that how it has to be?

She slowly got up and walked to the full-length mirror.

In the mirror, her long hair hung loosely over her shoulders, the blush on her cheeks had not yet faded, and her eyes were hazy with a hint of reckless courage.

At this moment, she was wearing a half-open silk nightgown, inside which was a "gift" that Bai Lu had carefully selected for her.

She raised her arm slightly, and the metal buckle on her wrist clinked softly, making a delicate and crisp sound.

She couldn't help but turn her head and let her thoughts wander, wondering where she could put this thing on the headboard.

"Bai Mengyan—you're really crazy!"

She murmured softly, her voice carrying a hint of anticipation that she herself was unaware of.

She tidied her black hair that had fallen over her shoulders, letting a few strands fall down her neck.

Then she lay down on the large, somewhat luxurious bed, her silk robe spread out like a datura blooming in the dark night.

The sound of water running in the bathroom downstairs had stopped sometime ago.

Meng Ziyi closed her eyes and slowly felt the air in the room seem to thin out.

She heard faint sounds coming from the stairs, one, two—

Those were Shen Mo's steady steps, each one landing firmly on her heart.

The moment the door opened, Shen Mo walked in, his clothes damp with sweat.

The black bathrobe's collar was casually open, and water droplets from the ends of her hair slid down her chest into the shadows. The undisguised aggression made Meng Ziyi, who was already slightly tipsy, catch her breath.

He spotted the figure on the bed immediately and, using the dim light in the room, leisurely examined this surprise.

"Is this a gift for me?"

Shen Mo's deep voice and playful smile teased Meng Ziyi's already tense nerves.

Meng Ziyi tried her best to maintain her composure, but as Shen Mo approached step by step, the unconscious trembling in her palms caused the metal buckle on her wrist to make a crisp sound.

In the stillness of the night, the sound was like a tempting guide, or a harbinger of surrender.

"Brother Mo—do you like this gift?"

Her eyes were alluring, and her voice trembled as if it were about to break.

Shen Mo's lips curled slightly as he leaned down, his cool fingertips lifting the swaying silk belt, a dark glint in his eyes.

"It seems that the wrapping of this gift is still missing one last step."

She closed her eyes and cooperated by taking off her silk nightgown.

The mattress then sank slightly, and a familiar masculine scent pressed down on Meng Ziyi like a tidal wave.

Shen Mo's fingertips gently hooked the leather collar around her neck, and with a slight pull, he forced her to open her eyes and meet his gaze.

He chuckled softly, his other hand brushing against the edge of the black stockings, his fingertips feeling a delicate touch as if walking on thin ice.

Meng Ziyi bit her lower lip, pointed to the openwork design on both sides of the headboard, and spoke with seductive eyes.

"Brother Mo, that's fine, button it up."

After saying that, she blushed and turned her neck away to avoid Shen Mo's gaze.

Shen Mo smiled slightly and lifted her arm, pressing it against the headboard.

"Tap! Tap!"

Two crisp clicks—the sound of metal latches snapping shut.

Meng Ziyi's breath caught in her throat. The tremor of having her wrists restrained and completely losing control burned from her skin to her soul.

She, who was originally confident and flamboyant, was now completely softened into a pool of spring water.

"MoMo————"

Her pleading sweetness carried a primal attachment; in this game, she willingly surrendered all her territory.

Shen Mo lowered his head, his hot breath spraying onto her neck, just brushing against the cold leather.

His lips brushed lightly against her earlobe.

"Sister Meng, you are my most coveted prize today."

His fingertips pierced inside, and Meng Ziyi's eyes widened suddenly.

The datura flower in the mirror swayed and trembled in the shadows.

The golden clasp and fair skin intertwine to create a visually striking image.

The door was quietly pushed open a crack.

Bai Lu appeared like a ghost. She gave Shen Mo a sly grin and tiptoed to the bedside.

A small silver bell appeared from behind him and was fastened around Meng Ziyi's neck.

Then he placed his wrist on Meng Ziyi's wrist.

Bai Lu leaned down accordingly.

"jingle!"

A crisp bell rang out abruptly, and Meng Ziyi opened her dazed eyes.

"Bai Mengyan? You—"

Meng Ziyi's eyes widened suddenly, and she became somewhat sober in an instant from the shock.

However, before she could even utter the question, Bai Lu's bright eyes curved into a smile as she leaned forward and silenced her gasp.

The wind outside the window not only didn't stop, but instead became even wilder.

The small silver bell rang rapidly and violently in the wind, its frequency so fast it seemed as if it would shatter at any moment.

Animal World was playing on the television.

The silver bell finally fell silent.

Meng Ziyi turned her head slightly, her misty almond-shaped eyes fixed on Bai Lu, her gaze filled with sorrow.

As Shen Mo unlocked the clasp, the force that had been binding his wrist for so long finally dissipated.

Meng Ziyi gritted her teeth, trying to turn over and throw Bai Mengyan off her.

Unfortunately, she overestimated her physical strength and underestimated the aftereffects of the intense ordeal.

As soon as I put my strength into my arm, a feeling of soreness spread.

Not only did she fail to turn the tables, but her body swayed and she slumped back down.

"Ugh————"

Meng Ziyi pouted helplessly, glared angrily at Bai Lu in front of her, and then glanced at the culprit Shen Mo out of the corner of her eye, letting out a cold snort of resentment.

Bai Lu chuckled, raised an eyebrow at Meng Ziyi, and shook her body provocatively.

Shen Mo looked at Meng Ziyi's exasperated yet helpless appearance, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

He stretched out his long arm and slapped Bai Lu on the bottom, then lifted her off Meng Ziyi, who was also exhausted, and gently moved her to the other side of his body.

Unwittingly, the faint red marks left by the violent struggle caught Shen Mo's eye on their fair wrists.

Against the backdrop of the dark leather wristband, the red mark stood out starkly, even exuding a heartbreakingly cruel beauty.

Shen Mo's heart softened slightly, and he reached out to untie the wristband.

He grasped one wrist in each hand, lifted them with boundless tenderness and pressed them against his chest, then kissed them one by one.

The warm touch was so intense that Meng Ziyi's tense face broke down completely before she could even maintain her composure for a few seconds.

She felt the dampness and warmth on her wrist, and all her complaints and grievances seemed to melt away with that kiss.

She let Shen Mo hold her hand, letting out a sweet, coquettish murmur.

"You got off easy."

After saying that, she snuggled closer to Shen Mo, found the most comfortable position, and closed her eyes heavily as the lingering sound of the silver bell rang softly.

A satisfied smile appeared on Bai Lu's lips. She rubbed against him, moving her body even closer to Shen Mo.

I think Brother Mo will like this gift.

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