A washed-up celebrity on a dating reality show starts by forcibly kissing a young lady from the Beij

Jiang Jing turned to look at Chen Feng.

"I want to eat some melon seeds."

[Hahaha! Even a young lady like you has a gossipy heart!]

[How adorable it is when she says "I want some gossip!" She's usually so aloof, but the moment she hears there's gossip, she's faster than anyone else.]

[This couple's daily routine consists of one person making money and the other enjoying the gossip.]

Look at Chen Feng's expression. He's a little surprised, but also seems to think it's perfectly reasonable. Who can stop the young lady from doing what she wants?

So now it's: the driver doubles as the enforcer, and the passenger doubles as a bystander. This deal was worth it.

Chen Feng and the man walked into the hotel lobby side by side.

Jiang Jingyan followed behind, her pace neither too fast nor too slow.

The man walked to the elevator, pressed the up button, the elevator doors opened, and the three people went inside.

The man pressed the button for the twelfth floor, and the elevator doors closed.

The man's face was tense, Chen Feng's face was calm, and Jiang Jingyan's face showed anticipation.

The elevator is going up.

The doorway to room 205.

The man pressed his face against the door, his ear against the door panel, his expression changing from red to purple, and then from purple to blue.

The door panel is not soundproof, and the sounds inside can be heard clearly.

The men's laughter and the women's coquettish complaints mingled together.

He took a deep breath, stuck out his finger to block the peephole, and then pounded on the door.

"Bang bang bang—"

The laughter and coquettish complaints inside stopped instantly.

After a two-second silence, a woman's wary voice rang out: "Who is it?"

The man didn't speak. He patted him twice more, harder this time.

The woman's voice drew closer, tinged with unease: "Who's outside?"

Jiang Jingyan stood half a step behind the man and glanced at Chen Feng.

Chen Feng was holding his phone, the camera pointed at the door.

Jiang Jingyan cleared her throat: "The receptionist will deliver a gift."

[Hahaha! Young lady, you're so clever! What hotel sends gifts in the middle of the day? But those two inside probably believed it.]

Today's deal earned me more than ninety yuan; I also got some first-hand materials.

The door lock clicked.

The door opened a crack, and a woman peeked out.

Her hair was loose, her makeup was smudged, and lipstick had smudged onto the corner of her mouth. She was wrapped in a white hotel bathrobe with the collar open, revealing a dark red mark below her collarbone.

She saw three people standing at the door—a man with red eyes, a young man holding a mobile phone, and a woman wearing a ride-hailing driver's uniform.

Her pupils dilated suddenly, and she instinctively tried to close the door, but it was too late.

The man kicked the door open, and the door slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

The woman was thrown open by the door, staggered a couple of steps, and fell to the ground.

The man rushed into the room and immediately saw the adulterer on the bed frantically putting on his pants.

He was shirtless, wearing pants on only one leg, with the other leg hanging outside.

The man rushed forward and punched the adulterer in the face. The adulterer fell backward, his head hitting the headboard with a dull thud. He screamed, clutching his face and cowering in the corner of the bed, his trousers hanging on his knees.

The man didn't stop. He grabbed the adulterer's hair and dragged him off the bed. He punched him in the nose again, and blood flowed from his nostrils and down his lips.

[Good for him! This kind of person deserves to be beaten! Sleeping with other people's wives? Who else should we beat if not you?]

[Chen Feng filmed the entire time with his phone; the angles, the lighting, the composition—it's clearer than anything you'd see on a variety show. He really knows how to film.]

[The adulterer was beaten because he was only wearing pants on one leg. The scene was hilarious, but I couldn't laugh because he deserved to be beaten.]

Why isn't Chen Feng stepping in to break up the fight? Oh, he's filming.

Chen Feng held his phone steady, the camera pointed at every corner of the room.

He didn't step in to break up the fight; he just stood there quietly and recorded it all.

Jiang Jingyan stood next to him, glanced at him, and then looked at the violent, chaotic, and disgusting adultery scene unfolding in the room.

Her expression was calm.

The woman scrambled to her feet; the belt of her bathrobe had come undone, and the front was open, revealing a black lace bra underneath. She didn't care anymore and stumbled towards the door, trying to escape.

Jiang Jingyan reached out and grabbed her wrist. The woman's wrist was slender, but she was surprisingly strong. She tried to shake him off a couple of times but couldn't. She looked up and glared at Jiang Jingyan. "Who are you! Let go of me!"

Jiang Jingyan did not let go.

Why are you running?

The woman was stumped by the question. She paused for a moment, then raised her other hand and slapped Jiang Jingyan across the face.

Chen Feng had somehow ended up standing next to Jiang Jingyan, his left hand still holding his phone to take pictures, while his right hand precisely grabbed the woman's wrist.

His fingers were gripping her tightly. The woman cried out in pain!

Chen Feng didn't look at her; his gaze was fixed on Jiang Jingyan's face.

His expression remained calm, but his right hand did not loosen its grip.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Jiang Jingyan shook her head, looking at the hand Chen Feng was using to grab the woman's wrist.

"fine."

[Wow! He protected her! A woman tried to hit Jiang Jingyan, but Chen Feng grabbed her wrist! Is this the legendary "Try touching her"?]

[Chen Feng was filming with his left hand and blocking a slap with his right, multitasking so steadily. This man is truly an all-rounder.]

[When Jiang Jingyan's wrist was grabbed, her expression was so calm, as if she knew Chen Feng would definitely step in to stop her.]

[This is what they mean by "be careful when you're just eating gossip," right? She almost got slapped after getting caught up in it herself. But Jiang Jingyan didn't even flinch, because she knew Chen Feng would intervene.]

The man tied the adulterer and the woman together.

The adulterer sat against the wall, his face bruised and swollen. He had finally managed to put his pants on, but the zipper was undone.

The woman huddled beside him, her bathrobe collar torn open, her hair disheveled.

The man stood in front of them, looking down at the two of them.

He took a deep breath, his voice hoarse: "What's your relationship?"

The woman kept her head down, not daring to look at him.

"Just friends."

The man clenched his fist again.

"Just friends? Just friends dressed like that for a hotel room?"

"Would ordinary friends hug and lie on the same bed?"

The woman remained silent for a long time.

The air in the room seemed to freeze. The adulterer huddled in the corner, too afraid to speak.

Chen Feng was still holding his phone, the camera moving from the man's back to the woman's face, and then from the woman's face to the adulterer's bruised face, capturing every single frame.

The woman finally raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed.

"We are true love," she said. "I have no regrets."

.

The adulterer suddenly spoke up.

"No, I was just playing around."

The woman's body stiffened. She turned to look at her lover, her eyes wide and her lips trembling.

"What did you say?"

The adulterer didn't look at her; he kept his head down.

"I was just playing around; she was the one who initiated it."

The voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a knife, stabbing into the woman's heart again and again.

The woman finally managed to squeeze out the words: "You're lying to me."

The adulterer shrank back, his voice even softer, almost inaudible: "It was just a lie, you took it seriously."

The room became quiet.

The viewers in the live stream were thoroughly enjoying themselves.

"We're truly in love!" the woman said with a strong voice. But the adulterer's reply, "It was just a fling," instantly exposed her true colors. This plot twist was more dramatic than any TV series.

When a woman cheats, she doesn't expect things to go wrong; when things go wrong, she doesn't expect her lover to shift the blame. This is the consequence of cheating—she gets no satisfaction from either side.

[The man must be feeling pretty good right now, right? His wife cheated on him, and the adulterer admitted it was just a fling. He got a beating, got the truth, and he's got it all. Not a bad deal.]

Chen Feng recorded the entire thing, in high definition and uncensored. If this video were posted online, those two would be in deep trouble. So, what does Chen Feng plan to do?