This Bad Luck is Awesome!

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Chen Mo hung up the phone.

He took a photo of the parking space number, then sent the hotel’s location and the picture to Manager Zhou.

Then he sat in his car and transferred the footage the dashcam had just recorded to his phone.

Once the transfer was complete, he deleted the original file from the dashcam.

After all, the car was going to be towed for repairs. If someone happened to watch the dashcam video and leaked the incident with Ai Yikun...

...the blame would fall on him.

The penalty for breach of contract was a steep ten million.

He couldn’t just reach the threshold of entry-level financial freedom only to fall right back down.

Once he had taken care of everything, he finally left the underground garage and got into the elevator.

Pan Kejia had already sent him the room number, so he went straight to the correct floor.

KNOCK KNOCK!

Standing outside the door, Chen Mo knocked twice, gently.

"Coming!"

CLICK~

A moment later, the door swung open from the inside.

As soon as the door opened, Chen Mo saw Pan Kejia standing there, looking lovely as she let him in.

Perhaps because she was in her room, she was dressed very lightly.

She wore a small white camisole on top and a pink pencil skirt on the bottom.

Her fair shoulders and long, straight legs were generously displayed for Chen Mo to see.

Even though they had been intimate more than once, her snow-white skin was still dazzling to him.

"Dressed so lightly?"

Chen Mo walked into the room, put down the things in his hand, and gave her a smiling glance.

"I was almost stood up by someone, so I’m a little fired up."

Pan Kejia rolled her bright eyes at him and huffed, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Chen Mo had sent her one message, and she had come running over eagerly, even booking the room herself.

But she had been here for ages, and there had been no sign of Chen Mo.

On top of that, he hadn’t replied to any of the many WeChat messages she sent.

She felt both angry and wronged, thinking that Chen Mo didn’t care about her anymore now that he’d had his way.

"I just ran into Ai Yikun downstairs. I was talking with him for a bit and didn’t check my phone."

Chen Mo knew she was upset, so he pulled her into his arms, planted a kiss on her smooth, fair forehead, and gave a simple explanation.

Pan Kejia didn’t know why, but after being held and kissed by Chen Mo, the anger and sense of being wronged inside her almost completely vanished.

Logically, these were affectionate gestures that should only work on young couples who were actually in love.

’They shouldn’t work on me...’

Before she could dwell on it, she heard Chen Mo mention Ai Yikun, which immediately caught her attention.

"Ai Yikun?"

Pan Kejia looked up at Chen Mo in surprise.

’Chen Mo is still in contact with Ai Yikun?’

"Here, an autographed photo he gave me."

Chen Mo picked up a signed photo from the table and showed it to Pan Kejia.

"It really is."

Pan Kejia took the photo and examined it carefully, confirming that it was indeed Ai Yikun’s autograph.

"You know him? Why would he give you his autograph?"

Pan Kejia placed the photo on the table and looked at Chen Mo with even greater curiosity.

"He thought I was too handsome and wanted to recruit me into the entertainment industry, but I turned him down."

Chen Mo smiled and casually made something up.

Of course, he couldn’t tell her that he’d just scammed Ai Yikun out of a huge sum.

"You’re so narcissistic."

Pan Kejia could tell right away that Chen Mo was just spouting nonsense.

She pouted, then looked up at Chen Mo for a few moments before adding, "But you are a little more handsome than him."

She had looked up Ai Yikun a few times these past couple of days and felt he was all just makeup and filters.

In terms of actual looks, he really wasn’t as handsome as Chen Mo.

"You have good taste."

Chen Mo patted her perky bottom, smiling in approval of her assessment.

"But I’m not his fan, so these autographs are useless to me."

Chen Mo glanced at the twenty signed photos on the table, feeling they were pretty useless.

"You could sell them online. He has a lot of fans with strong spending power. An autographed photo isn’t cheap."

Pan Kejia, who seemed to know a thing or two about this, offered Chen Mo a suggestion.

"Then I’d better sell them soon."

Hearing this, Chen Mo said thoughtfully.

’If Ai Yikun’s career collapses too quickly, these autographs will be worthless.’

"What do you mean?"

Pan Kejia froze for a second, a flicker of confusion in her eyes.

"It’s nothing. Don’t dress so revealingly when you’re outside."

He shook his head, then glanced down. The sight of her snow-white skin prompted him to add the comment.

’How could I let other people see such a beautiful sight for free?’

"I changed after I got to the room. Hmph, men are so petty."

Pan Kejia first explained, then added with a cold laugh.

’When we’re alone, they wish you’d wear as little as possible, or better yet, nothing at all.’

’But when you’re outside, they wish you’d wear as much as possible, bundled up like you’re in a snowsuit.’

"You’re still scoffing? Go take a shower."

Chen Mo patted her charming cheek. ’If I don’t put my foot down, she’ll forget who’s in charge.’

"I already have."

Pan Kejia lowered her head slightly and said in a soft voice.

She had already washed up and made herself smell nice, but then there was no sign of Chen Mo, and he wasn’t answering her messages.

Who wouldn’t be upset in her shoes? Who wouldn’t feel wronged?

"The only thing hard about you is your mouth."

Chen Mo couldn’t help but laugh. He gave her a meaningful look and said teasingly.

No wonder he could smell the fragrance of shower gel and shampoo on her.

’So she’d already showered before I even arrived.’

Moreover, he noticed that Pan Kejia had booked a standard room with two beds.

It showed that she’d remembered what he said last time about needing to "separate the wet from the dry," and just liked to act tough.

"It’s getting cold. You should put on some stockings. Go on, keep warm."