69: Chapter 69 Dilraba Dilmurat caught watching a live stream!

Far away in the Magic City.

No. 13 independent dressing room at the Magic City TV Station.

Dilraba was sunk into a large chair.

One of her long legs, clad in tight blue jeans, was elegantly crossed over the other, and the white high-heeled ankle boots on her toes twitched from time to time, outlining the curves of her perky buttocks in an incredibly alluring way.

She was looking down, staring intently at her phone screen.

What was playing on the phone was none other than Lin Chen's personal livestream.

She was completely absorbed, her exquisite face displaying a rich variety of expressions—one moment pursing her lips to stifle a giggle, the next pouting angrily and poking the screen, looking breathtakingly beautiful.

The room was very quiet, save for the sizzling sound of the hair straightener in the stylist's hand.

Her assistant, Meng Pingping, sat on a stool nearby, clutching a thermos and dozing off intermittently.

Besides them, a young man in his early twenties named Du Hong was sitting on the sofa.

He was an employee who had just joined the Magic City TV Station last year. Although he didn't have a formal background in the industry, thanks to some connections, he had managed to get into the production team for the hit talk show "Star Leap."

Over the past year, he had seen many big-name celebrities and thought he had long since become immune to them.

But when he heard the news yesterday that Dilraba was coming to do the show, he became completely ecstatic.

Because Dilraba was his dream lover.

In countless silent nights, he had fantasized about this exotic beauty lying in his arms and acting spoiled.

Although he knew it was a case of a toad lusting after swan meat, he couldn't help himself.

When he previously learned the news of Dilraba's flash marriage, he was so angry that he spent all his time on Tieba and Weibo cursing Lin Chen, that pretty boy, down to his eighteenth generation of ancestors.

Fortunately, the later joint statement said it was just a joke, and he had come back to life.

What made him even more excited was that the director had actually arranged for him to be Dilraba's temporary airport pickup assistant today.

Before entering this dressing room, Du Hong had already choreographed a 100,000-word novel plot in his head—the big star gets bored, takes a fancy to the witty and humorous little staff member at the station, the two develop secret feelings, and finally exchange WeChats in private.

But reality gave him a loud slap in the face.

The Dilraba who looked so silly and cute on TV was as cold and aloof as a block of ice in private.

Apart from the polite smiles she gave the station manager and the host earlier, she hadn't even spared him a glance since entering this room.

Being cold and aloof was one thing.

But why did she smile so sweetly, with watery light in her eyes, whenever she stared at that man named Lin Chen on her phone?

Wasn't it just a misunderstanding for the sake of show effects?

Du Hong sat on the sofa, feeling as sour as if he had stuffed a whole lemon into his heart.

"Ring, ring..." A crisp ringtone broke the deathly silence in the room.

Meng Pingping quickly took the ringing personal phone out of her bag, trotted over to Dilraba's side, and lowered her voice: "Sister Reba, it's a call from Sister Mi."

Dilraba gave a soft acknowledgment but didn't answer immediately. Instead, she turned her head, her soul-snatching large eyes sweeping indifferently over Du Hong on the sofa.

Du Hong's body tightened, and he straightened up.

This was the first time the great beauty had looked at him today.

Meng Pingping understood and turned around, blocking Du Hong's line of sight, and said politely but coldly: "Sorry, colleague, our Sister Reba needs to take a private call. Could you please wait outside?"

Du Hong opened his mouth, but in the end, he could only swallow his frustration, stood up sheepishly, and walked out.

...

"Hello?"

"What are you busy with?" Yang Mi's unique and pleasant voice came from the receiver.

Dilraba changed into a comfortable position in the chair, resting her long, slender legs, clad in tight jeans, on the vanity table, outlining her full curves in a way that was criminal.

She pursed her lips: "Getting my makeup done. I have an interview to record in a bit."

"Did you watch husband's program today?"

Dilraba's eyes crinkled with a smile, and she pouted slightly: "I did, I've been watching the whole time."

"How was it?"

"How was it? My husband looked incredibly handsome in front of the camera! Hmph, but when he finishes recording this show and comes back, I'm definitely going to make him cook fresh mushroom noodles for me for three days straight."

Yang Mi on the other end of the phone sighed, her voice filled with a hint of resentment: "Big sister, you stared at the screen for ages, and all you focused on was a bowl of noodles?"

Dilraba raised her jade-like hand and waved at the stylist in the mirror, signaling them to stop for a moment, then sank her soft body into the back of the chair: "Otherwise what? Did you expect me to see fireworks?"

Yang Mi was silent for a few seconds, then lowered her voice: "Haven't you noticed that the way Tong Liya and the others look at Lin Chen is already not quite right? That clingy vibe clearly shows they've developed feelings."

Dilraba subconsciously bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, her white, delicate fingers digging into the rips in her jeans, and said softly: "I noticed. That feeling is exactly the same as when the two of us first became obsessed with him."

"Heh, we both strongly encouraged him to go, so does this count as letting the wolf into the house?"

Yang Mi laughed at herself, then sounded a bit annoyed, "I had a gut feeling it was wrong before and tried to stop him from going to a show full of female celebrities, but you, on the other hand, insisted on persuading me. Did you have water in your brain?"

Dilraba also felt a bit aggrieved and twisted her full waist in the chair: "What could I do? Tong Liya and the others called personally and talked it up so much. If I didn't agree, what excuse could I use?"

"Should I have just said I was afraid you'd seduce my husband? Come on, on paper, they are also legal spouses who have obtained a marriage certificate with Lin Chen. What right do we have to stop them?"

These words hit Yang Mi's sore spot, and the other end of the phone fell into a deathly silence.

After a long while, Yang Mi spat out helplessly: "I've been thinking about this for the past two days. Maybe there really is karma in this world. The oath we joked about when we sisters had dinner together might actually come true. Maybe we really will have to share one husband among several women and be good sisters for a lifetime."

Dilraba pursed her lips in a smile and played with her hair: "Actually, I think this matter depends on Lin Chen himself. If he can remain unmoved in the face of temptation, even if Tong Liya and the others throw themselves at him, it will be in vain."

"Do you think your husband has that much willpower in the face of beauty?"

Yang Mi snorted coldly, "He is a hot-blooded man too. As long as he is a man, which one doesn't cheat?"

"Besides, a woman pursuing a man is like separating him with a layer of paper. If Tong Liya and the others really go all out and use all kinds of tricks, how many days can Lin Chen hold out?"

"Moreover, they are legally married anyway. Heh, but thinking that at least he hasn't actively gone out to provoke wild bees and butterflies, we should be burning incense."

Dilraba's mind raced, and her eyes lit up: "Actually, I have a way to solve this once and for all."