My Wife is Mischievous Again!

Facing Lai Zhiyuan's provocation, Yan Luoxi's suppressed anger became uncontrollable. She stared at her coldly, her clear eyes particularly captivating when she was angry.

"You're shameless!"

"No, I call this clever. By getting Lu Zhaoran, I've secured all the resources. Otherwise, someone as proud as you, how could you possibly come to me and beg?" Lai Zhiyuan blinked at her smugly.

Yan Luoxi's lips were tightly pressed. Watching her smugness, she suddenly laughed, "Lai Zhiyuan, you seem to have forgotten one thing. We grew up together, I know all your dirty little secrets. What do you think would happen if I were to spill them to the reporters?"

Lai Zhiyuan's face stiffened, "You wouldn't dare!"

Yan Luoxi stood up, waved her phone in front of her, and watched with satisfaction as her face drastically changed. She said, "If I don't show up at the interview program on time at eight o'clock tonight, then this photo will be all over Weibo's hot search tomorrow morning, and your innocent image might completely collapse."

Lai Zhiyuan made a grab for it.

Yan Luoxi raised her arm to avoid her hand, and while looking at her twisted face in anger, she said with a charming smile, "Then I'll be waiting for the good news!"

Watching her elegant departing figure, Lai Zhiyuan gritted her teeth in hatred. She had finally managed to push Yan Luoxi to the edge of hell, yet she dodged disaster once again.

She wants to be on the interview show, doesn't she? Well then, she better be prepared for a big surprise, one that will keep her down forever!

After leaving the infirmary, the smile on Yan Luoxi's lips gradually faded.

Soon, she received a call from Sister Lin, "Luoxi, Mr. Lu agreed to let you and Lai Zhiyuan appear on the interview program together. Get ready and make the most of this opportunity."

"Got it."

Yan Luoxi grabbed her bag and headed downstairs. Although the thought of being on the same program with Lai Zhiyuan disgusted her like swallowing a fly, she couldn't miss this opportunity again.

At five-thirty in the afternoon, Yan Luoxi arrived at the television station on time.

She stood in front of the elevator waiting for it to arrive when suddenly the sound of uniform footsteps came from behind her.

She instinctively turned to look and saw a tall and upright man surrounded by bodyguards approaching.

The man was dressed in a sharp suit, his handsome face reflected in the light, accentuating his deep-set features. His thin lips were slightly pursed, exuding a sense of inaccessibility.

Yan Luoxi curiously looked at him, not knowing why, but she felt she had seen him somewhere before.

Li Yeqi stopped beside her, his long and deep eyes quietly staring at her, as if sizing her up.

Yan Luoxi's heart skipped a beat uncontrollably. This man had a strong presence, just standing beside her made her feel a great pressure.

She moved her gaze away uncomfortably, feeling his eyes still on her, with a hidden inquisitiveness that left her feeling inexplicably agitated.

Seeing him continue to stare at her, Yan Luoxi got annoyed, raised her eyebrows, and asked irritably, "Sir, do we know each other?"

Li Yeqi's eyes flickered slightly. She didn't remember him?

"Miss Yan Luoxi, the famous national second female lead, wanting not to be recognized seems rather difficult," the man's voice was low and mellow, very magnetic. When he said her name, it somehow sounded lingering.

Yan Luoxi gritted her teeth. This man was really snide, seemingly praising her for being famous but actually ridiculing her for never becoming the leading lady.

She looked at the man less than a meter away from her, his sharp suit highlighting his tall and statuesque figure. He was very tall, and even though she was wearing ten-centimeter high heels, she still needed to look up at him.

"Oh, so you're a fan of mine, huh? It must be tough for someone your age to chase stars all the way to the TV station. Want me to give you an autograph?" When it came to sharp tongues, she was quite formidable too.

Li Yeqi, upon hearing this, looked at her, his eyes betraying a smile that was not quite a smile, "I'm a fan of Meimei."

Meimei, that unlucky soul in the music industry, was just like her—an eternal second-place finisher. It was said that every time Meimei's new song hit the charts, a dark horse would appear out of nowhere, leaving her in second place, hence the nickname "eternal runner-up."

Standing behind Li Yeqi, Zhou Bei's eye twitched, wasn't Meimei the beloved second Shiba Inu of Seventh Master?

"Ding," the sound indicated that the elevator had arrived, and Yan Luoxi was the first to step in. As she brushed past Li Yeqi, her wrist was suddenly gripped by him, and his deep voice echoed in her ear, "You're hurt?"

Yan Luoxi turned around and followed his gaze down to the fine cuts on her arm caused by the broken lightbulb. She hadn't paid much attention to it when she got hurt, and now the slightest traces of blood were seeping out. She didn't expect that a stranger like him would notice so attentively.

A wave of warmth flooded her heart, and she gently withdrew her hand, "It's okay, the bleeding has stopped."

Li Yeqi frowned slightly, pulled her out of the elevator, and commanded his assistant, "Zhou Bei, go buy some medicine from a nearby pharmacy, and have someone bring a dress over."

He paused for a moment, his gaze lightly passing over Yan Luoxi's chest, and said without a change in expression, "Bust size 36D, waist 18 inches, long-sleeved."

Zhou Bei went off to carry out the orders.

Yan Luoxi's cheeks flushed red. His gaze just now made her feel as if she were a newborn baby, standing naked before him, exposed to his scrutiny.

This man could guess her measurements just by looking; his eye must be extremely sharp, not something one could do without having seen many people.

"How do you know my measurements?"

"I'm not blind!" The look in Li Yeqi's eyes darkened again, he had felt her up all night the previous evening, how could he not know?

Yan Luoxi: "..."

After a while, Zhou Bei came back with the medicine. Li Yeqi opened the package and applied it to her rudely, catching a glimpse of her beautiful brows knitted together from the corner of his eye, he asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts, be gentle!" The wound stung painfully as the alcohol touched it, and his rough handling was almost unbearable.

Li Yeqi raised his eyebrows coldly, his voice taking on a hint of brutality, "Good, remember this pain. Next time someone dares to hurt you, pay them back double."

Yan Luoxi's heart trembled, and she stared at him blankly.

For all these years, whenever she had been hurt or wronged, everyone around her had told her to endure it. But only he told her to pay back any hurt in double.

"That won't work; I don't have a powerful backing to clean up my messes."

"I'll clean up for you." Li Yeqi blurted out, if his woman caused trouble, naturally he would be the one to take care of it.

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat ambiguous, Zhou Bei and the other bodyguards standing aside were unexpectedly bombarded with this display of affection, wishing they could cover their ears.

Yan Luoxi's ears turned red immediately. It was a perfectly normal conversation, but somehow when he responded, the tone seemed to shift, and she felt uncomfortable, saying, "Thanks, but I need to get to my show now, so I'll be going."

Just as she got up, her wrist was once again captured by the strong grip of the man.