Chapter 37: Everyone is a Victim

Although he had only met this woman a few times, they could be considered acquaintances.

Because she was Zhang Jingwen—the B-list celebrity who had always misunderstood Chen Feng as her obsessive sasaeng fan.

Chen Feng's brain froze for a good half-minute. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and looking again, the woman lying beside him was indeed Zhang Jingwen. Even though her hair was disheveled and her makeup was smudged, Chen Feng was certain it was her.

He reached out to lift a corner of the quilt covering them, took a quick peek, and immediately pulled it back up.

What the hell was going on?

It couldn't be that Zhang Jingwen, this self-important and haughty woman, had also gone into the sex industry as a technician, could it?

Thinking carefully, that seemed unlikely.

He tried desperately to recall the events of last night. It seemed he hadn't closed his bedroom door; could she have walked into the wrong room?

Some blurred, pixelated images flashed through his mind. It seemed he had been the initiator; he must have mistaken her for a technician.

However, it didn't seem like Zhang Jingwen had struggled too violently at the time.

To be fair, he shouldn't be entirely to blame... right?

This damn fate! It felt like it was playing with him on purpose.

No wonder they had bumped into each other several times recently; it must have been a setup for today.

But Zhang Jingwen really wasn't his type. When it came to such arrogant and self-righteous women, he had always kept his distance.

And yet, this was the outcome he got. It was quite a shock.

This time, there was no way he could clear his name.

His previous act of pretending to be her crazed sasaeng fan had been a matter of necessity, but with this incident, it was now set in stone.

Of course, that wasn't the main issue. The main issue was that he didn't know how to handle what came next.

Simply running away wouldn't work. Based on his previous encounters, he knew this woman was incredibly haughty, high-minded, and had significant backing.

Furthermore, the hotel would have records of her identity, and her body would contain his DNA. If she called the police, he would be headed straight to jail.

He had no desire to spend the rest of his life behind bars.

So, how should he resolve this? Should he kneel before her and beg for forgiveness with tears streaming down his face?

Chen Feng didn't want to humiliate himself like that.

Besides, truth be told, he felt like a victim in this situation as well.

It wasn't even certain who had gained more from the encounter.

With that thought, Chen Feng steeled his resolve. He reached for his phone on the nightstand, lay back on the bed, and snapped several "selfie" photos of himself and Zhang Jingwen.

Just as he was hesitating whether to continue taking private photos of her, Zhang Jingwen suddenly snapped her eyes open and shouted angrily, "What are you doing?"

With a sweep of her hand, she knocked the phone out of his grasp.

Even though Chen Feng had steeled his heart to act like a villain, seeing her fury and the glimpses of skin revealed by her disheveled state, he instinctively apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was just taking a souvenir."

"You bastard, you scoundrel, you pervert, you damn criminal... you... you're shameless!"

When Zhang Jingwen saw Chen Feng's gaze lingering on her chest, she hurriedly clutched the sheets with both hands.

Chen Feng withdrew his gaze and scrambled off the bed to find his clothes. Only after pulling on his briefs did he feel a sense of security.

"This really isn't my fault. Don't you know this is my room? You entered my room yourself last night, and since I was drunk and only the bedside lamp was on, I couldn't see clearly."

Chen Feng attempted to explain, and he was telling the truth.

But Zhang Jingwen clearly didn't believe him. She glared at him with fury: "You've been lusting after me from the start, and now you've finally succeeded, haven't you? I didn't expect you to be so wicked. I thought I had misjudged you—that you were just a sasaeng fan—but I never imagined you were a pervert who would do something like this, desperately trying to possess me. Now that you've had your way, are you going to threaten me into a long-term relationship?"

"That's not true. This was just a coincidence, a misunderstanding. There won't be a next time. Whether you believe me or not, my conscience is clear."

"Shameless!" Zhang Jingwen gritted her teeth, trembling with rage.

To commit such a beastly act and still claim a clear conscience?

As he spoke, Chen Feng quickly dressed and picked up his phone. It was 10:30 AM.

"I hope you don't call the police or anything. Think about it—you have a bright future ahead of you. If our business gets exposed, I won't care; after all, you entered the wrong room first, so I might not even be convicted. But your career would be ruined."

Chen Feng spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. Naturally, Zhang Jingwen's expression turned even uglier upon hearing this.

"If you want compensation, I can give you 500,000 yuan. I don't have any more than that."

His answer was a furious "Get out!" followed by a flying pillow.

Chen Feng nimbly scrambled toward the door, then turned back and said, in a clumsy attempt to cover his tracks, "I won't leak the photos on my phone. Don't worry."

This time, Zhang Jingwen said nothing; she just stared at him with a pale, hateful face. Chen Feng didn't dare meet her eyes, turned, pulled open the door, and rushed out.

The sound of Zhang Jingwen's sobbing drifted from behind him.

Chen Feng was speechless. This whole thing made him look like some irredeemable predator.

But in reality, he really was a victim too!

To reiterate, Zhang Jingwen was absolutely not his type. Even though she was beautiful, had a great figure, an outstanding temperament, and was a rising star, she simply wasn't his cup of tea.

But who could he go to for justice?

This damn luck with women had ruined both Zhang Jingwen and himself.

Chen Feng could only pray that Zhang Jingwen had listened to what he just said. Otherwise, he really would spend the rest of his life in prison.

At this moment, Zhang Jingwen did not believe for a second that Chen Feng was a victim. She simply thought he was too evil. She had misplaced her trust in him, thinking he was just a sasaeng fan and a hardcore supporter, so she had magnanimously overlooked his obsessive behavior.

She never imagined he would be so depraved as to meticulously plan this—booking a room right next to hers, intentionally leaving his door open, and deliberately misleading her while she was drunk just to satisfy his animalistic urges.

At the same time, she was also extremely dissatisfied with President Wang and Director Zhang, who had kept pouring drinks into her last night. The former was the distributor of *Immortal Fate Dream*, and the latter was the director.

Last night, to celebrate the high viewership of the premiere of *Immortal Fate Dream*, the entire crew had held a celebration banquet. President Wang and Director Zhang had repeatedly toasted her, and in her excitement, she hadn't refused them, leading her to drink far more than her limit.

If her assistant, Xiao Liu, hadn't helped block the drinks later so she could slip away, she might have passed out on the spot.

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt resentful toward Xiao Liu for not noticing she had gone missing for an entire night.

She had forgotten that when she first entered the room last night, she had just taken a call from Xiao Liu, telling him she had arrived safely.

In short, she was currently blaming the heavens, the earth, and the very air she breathed.

Her first time had been handed over so confusingly to a sasaeng fan like Chen Feng; she was truly unwilling to accept it.