Chapter 59: The Iron-Willed Woman

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“The fox is here!” Nan Yu shouted gleefully on the other end, completely oblivious to the fact that Lin Zhiwei on this side had already accumulated a full hundred points of anger and was on the verge of erupting.

Chu Chuo pulled up at the curb with a flawless tail swing on her matte-black Ducati, removed her helmet, revealing a head of brazen silver-gray hair, and a wicked grin at the corner of her lips.

All around her gathered a crowd of girls—tall, short, plump, slender—a chorus of charms.

With an arm around each, Chu Chuo swaggered into the bar.

Nan Yu: “Ugh… that fox is really shameless.”

Lin Zhiwei: “You’re only just realizing this?”

Nan Yu: “Still, with looks and a body like that, there aren’t many women who could resist.”

Lin Zhiwei cast a dismissive glance. “She’s nothing special.”

Nan Yu muttered, “Think carefully about my earlier question. It’s a very nourishing question.”

“What question?”

“Between Chu Chuo and Ling Ziheng, who would you rather sleep with?” Nan Yu dragged out the last three words deliberately.

Lin Zhiwei couldn’t help but curse, rolling her eyes extravagantly, though the other party couldn’t see or care. “Damn it, how is that a nourishing question? Not. Interested.”

“We’re doomed, we’re doomed,” Nan Yu wailed from the other end. “Lin, you might have some issues in that regard.”

Lin Zhiwei: “Ha, thanks for your concern.”

Nan Yu: “You really are a die-hard straight girl… stuck in the past, or maybe your preferences are off. You’re such a boyfriend to any good-looking girl. Maybe think it over—if you’re coming out, do it early.”

Lin Zhiwei ignored him, letting him ramble on while she watched Chu Chuo and Ye Linyun’s every move.

Ye Linyun had by now composed herself, wearing a delicate smile as she clinked glasses with Chu Chuo, and, with a deft tug, drew over a girl hiding in the shadows—a bashful student type, stunningly beautiful and delicately fragile.

With a subtle glance, the girl instantly understood and nestled up to Chu Chuo, who didn’t refuse and easily slipped an arm around her waist.

“This time, it was my mistake. I promised you, and didn’t deliver. You know me, Linlin—I never let anyone go. But tonight… she’s yours.” Ye Linyun raised an eyebrow and gestured at Linlin.

Blushing, Linlin murmured softly, “Brother Chu.”

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Chu Chuo lowered her head, smiling faintly as she raised her glass. Satisfied, Ye Linyun sashayed away.

“Ugh, that tigress is nothing but a madam,” Nan Yu remarked with disdain.

Lin Zhiwei couldn’t help but laugh; Nan Yu had nailed it.

“All right, that’s enough.” Lin Zhiwei ended the video call.

“Hey, hey, I still want to watch! The fox is about to take the girl to a hotel—don’t you want to see?” Nan Yu said excitedly, having heard that Chu Chuo played hard.

“If you can find surveillance footage, you can nosebleed on your own. I’m not joining.” Lin Zhiwei hung up.

“Tch, stubborn straight girl.” Nan Yu felt miffed after being hung up on, but his eyes soon gleamed. He’d just see which hotel they went to—maybe he really could dig up some useful surveillance…

Lin Zhiwei scrolled online, researching the beauty she’d just rescued. It wasn’t her first time playing the hero—her first was saving Xue Yuanyuan, who had been a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

This time, she’d learned her lesson.

She clicked on the name Yin Mi’er, but everywhere she looked, the internet was flooded with words like “sleeping for roles,” “kept woman,” and endless torrents of abuse—far more filth than she herself had ever endured.

Only in an old fan post from years ago did she find anything meaningful.

Graduate of Imperial Capital Film Academy, top of her acting class, skilled in singing and dancing, noble yet unaffected beauty—excellent, just her type.

Fluent in three languages, adept at piano, drums, and guitar—brilliant in every way. Lin Zhiwei nodded in approval. So talented, so dazzling—naturally a target from the start.

Especially with that stubborn streak—she’d turned down offers from big companies and declined variety shows and commercials, offending many.

Heh, that temperament reminded her of a certain cunning boss.

To end up in such a predicament, disfiguring herself for safety, took real courage. But how she’d fallen into Ye Linyun’s hands—she would have to find out slowly.

Clearly, Ye Linyun and Chu Chuo now held all the cards. They’d be tough to deal with.

Lin Zhiwei dialed Zhao Qianlu’s number. The anxious female voice exploded through the room: “Aaaah, Lin Zhiwei, if you don’t call me back, I’m really going to break off our friendship… Good thing I’m vacationing in Z country, so I haven’t lost my mind. Otherwise, I’d fly over and kill you.”

Lin Zhiwei held her phone away from her ear, nearly deafened by the heiress’s shouting.

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“I told you, I’m busy…”

“Busy? Busy serving the film king?” Zhao Qianlu asked with gossiping glee.

Well, that was technically true, but why did it sound so awkward?

Lin Zhiwei replied, “Work. It’s called work.”

“All right, all right, die-hard straight girl, you have no sense of romance at all. Ling Ziheng must be blind.” Zhao Qianlu waved off her maids, swirling red wine in her glass.

Those words again… Lin Zhiwei was exasperated. Why was everyone so obsessed with her private life?

“I’m busy rescuing your artist,” Lin Zhiwei sighed.

“Damn, you found Mi’er? Who the hell kidnapped her? I’ll kill them myself!” Zhao Qianlu’s voice was fierce and clear.

“Ye Linyun. Come if you want; I’ll wait for you,” Lin Zhiwei said coolly.

“Uh… forget it. There’s a web of interests behind her, too tangled to mess with,” Zhao Qianlu immediately backed down.

Lin Zhiwei was genuinely surprised. “Even you’re wary?”

Zhao Qianlu: “Not exactly. My father thinks the entertainment industry here is too messy and wants out. The pond is too muddy to clean, and it’s all tied up with the old families of the Nameless Domain. If you block someone’s profits, they’ll make sure you can’t survive.”

Lin Zhiwei sighed softly. “Ah.”

“But don’t worry, the Zhao family still has roots. I’ll do everything I can to help you.”

“Zhao Meimei, that’s why I love you.”

“Oh, enough with the sweet talk. If you save Mi’er, I’ll finally have peace of mind—she’s outstanding, but a bit stubborn, offended a lot of people. One day, I’ll get you a team to help her relaunch her career.”

“Your humble servant obeys,” Lin Zhiwei replied with a bright smile.

With Zhao Qianlu’s support as her former boss, she was sure she could handle Sister Yin by tomorrow.