Eldest Senior Sister Became a Sensation After Being Blacklisted Online - Chapter 31

After their conversation, Song Cheng, Liu Zimang, and Zhang Yuxi took the elevator upstairs together. Song Cheng accepted the room key from Zhang Yuxi, swiped it to open the presidential suite, and walked inside to set down Liu Zimang’s suitcase. She then turned to leave.

Liu Zimang watched her retreating figure and asked, “Where are you going?”

Song Cheng paused, pointing toward the door. “To my room.”

“This is your room,” Liu Zimang said, already shrugging off her coat to reveal a cream-colored, lace-trimmed slip dress beneath. Her graceful figure and glimpses of snow-white skin made Song Cheng swallow hard.

Despite trying to look away, Liu Zimang seemed to possess a magnetic pull, drawing her gaze back again and again.

Zhang Yuxi, who had been sitting on the sofa with her hand covering her mouth, lowered her hand and turned to leave.

The movement snapped Song Cheng back to a semblance of reason. She gritted her teeth, slowly tore her gaze from Liu Zimang, and asked with feigned composure, “Aren’t we supposed to have separate rooms?”

Liu Zimang reclined casually on the sofa, her legs slightly curled. The already short hem of her dress barely covered anything, fully exposing her long, slender, and porcelain-white legs. Seemingly oblivious to Song Cheng’s subtly shifting gaze, she gracefully propped her chin on her hand and gazed out the window. “Oh, Yu Xi said booking two rooms would save us some money.”

Zhang Yuxi, who had already reached the door, nearly stumbled. Had she really said that?

Well, she had, but her exact words were: “Let’s book two deluxe rooms, slightly less extravagant than the presidential suite. That way, we’ll maintain appearances while saving some money.”

And what was Liu Zimang’s response? To upgrade both deluxe rooms into a single suite.

At the time, Zhang Yuxi had found it odd, but now she understood: this wasn’t just “making do”; it was a premeditated scheme.

Look at that lace-trimmed slip dress, look at that provocative pose that even made her bl00d boil—wasn’t it all designed to lure Song Cheng into bed?

Realizing Zhang Yuxi was still there, Song Cheng shifted to completely block Liu Zimang on the sofa, urging, “Weren’t you leaving?”

Zhang Yuxi: “……”

Fine, she’d leave. She had no desire to stay and be a hundred-watt lightbulb.

As soon as Zhang Yuxi crossed the threshold, Song Cheng slammed the door shut. The thought of the seductive demon behind her sent her excitement surging.

But a faint weariness reminded her that now wasn’t the time.

She shook her head and began practicing the Tranquil Mind Manual.

Click-clack…

The sound of Ziman’s heels approaching. What did Ziman want now…?

The moment the thought crossed her mind, Song Cheng noticed the room darkening. A pair of hands wrapped around her waist, and Ziman’s soft body pressed against her back.

The Tranquil Mind Manual, which had just begun to take effect, abruptly ceased working as Ziman’s fingers slipped beneath the hem of her shirt.

Those delicate fingertips slowly moved upward, each inch of progress stiffening Song Cheng’s body further. The beast caged within her heart stirred restlessly, yearning to pin this Demon beneath her and ravage her mercilessly.

“Song Cheng, you’re a bit hard here. Are those your abs?” Liu Zimang asked, releasing her waist and ducking her head under Song Cheng’s arm. Ignoring Song Cheng’s protests, she lifted the hem of her shirt to examine her midriff closely.

Liu Zimang couldn’t resist poking her abs again. “They’re quite fun,” she murmured with a sigh. “But it’s hard to see clearly here. Why don’t you take your shirt off so I can get a better look?”

Song Cheng swallowed hard, her gaze burning into the mischievous glint in Liu Zimang’s eyes. She slowly reached out and firmly grasped the still-roaming hand, pulling it away with a slightly hoarse voice: “Stop teasing. We should get some rest.”

“It’s still early,” Liu Zimang countered.

Song Cheng tilted her head and took two steps back, trying to create distance between them. But Liu Zimang seemed determined to play this game, advancing a step for every step Song Cheng retreated.

“Song Cheng, you’re avoiding me,” Liu Zimang said, her fox-like eyes glistening with unshed tears, her face etched with hurt.

Her pitiful expression melted Song Cheng’s heart. She immediately stepped forward and pulled Liu Zimang into her arms. “I’m not. I… I just thought this… this isn’t good for you.”

“And flirting with me in public is good for me?”

Song Cheng fell silent.

Liu Zimang huffed softly, grabbed Song Cheng’s collar, tilted her head slightly, and kissed her directly.

The moment she decided to book a room, she had resolved to claim Song Cheng, to sleep with her, to make Song Cheng unable to live without her. As for any pretense of modesty, to hell with it!

Only what she held in her hands was real, only that could give her security.

Song Cheng froze at the sudden move. Dissatisfied with her reaction, Liu Zimang nipped at her lip.

That bite jolted Song Cheng into action. She spun around and pinned Liu Zimang against the wall.

A gentle breeze occasionally drifted through the window cracks, stirring the pale blue curtains like a shy woman dancing gracefully.

Soon, hurried breaths filled the room. The pair, who had been pressed against the wall, had moved into the inner chamber, where a massive bed nearly three meters wide lay just a meter away. Rose petals were arranged in a heart shape on the bed.

As the two women settled onto the bed, the red rose petals scattered, showering their faces and bodies.

Liu Zimang’s cheeks flushed crimson with arousal, her beauty intensified by the contrast with the scarlet petals.

Four words immediately flashed through Song Cheng’s mind: More beautiful than flowers.

While circulating the Tranquil Mind Manual, Song Cheng shifted her body, pulling the quilt from beneath her to cover Liu Zimang’s chest. She forced herself to look away from the tempting expanse of snow-white skin, gripping the quilt tightly beneath her. Her voice trembled slightly as she asked, “What do you want to eat? I’ll go order it for you.”

Liu Zimang, who had been fully prepared, was left speechless.

Knowing she couldn’t stay any longer, Song Cheng gritted her teeth, flipped off the bed before Liu Zimang could reply, and fled stiffly from the room.

No more slacking off, she vowed. I must master the Tranquil Mind Manual quickly and eliminate this damned physical weakness. Only then will I be able to truly claim that demon in bed.

I’ll make her beg for mercy beneath me.

Outside, she strode to the coffee table, grabbed the water bottle, twisted it open, and tilted her head back to drink deeply.

After chugging two bottles of water and circulating the Tranquil Mind Manual, the burning sensation in her body finally began to subside.

Liu Zimang was suffering just as much. She sat slumped on the bed, slamming her fist against the mattress. Crimson rose petals immediately floated upward from the impact.

She couldn’t understand it. Song Cheng had clearly felt something too, so why had she fled at the last moment?

Did she find her repulsive?

At this thought, her eyes welled up with tears, an indescribable sense of grievance rising in her heart. What was wrong with her? Why would Song Cheng reject her?

Song Cheng, oblivious to Liu Zimang’s anguish, calmed herself down and decided to go downstairs to find something to eat.

The moment she opened the door, she was met with Zhang Yuxi’s astonished gaze.

Zhang Yuxi pointed inside, swallowing hard. “Just… is that all?”

Unlike Liu Zimang and Song Cheng, who had splurged on a suite, Zhang Yuxi had only booked a business room for herself. She had already changed and was lying in bed when she suddenly remembered the two women upstairs might be going wild.

Tomorrow was the shoot. If they overdid it, how would they hide all the marks?

She immediately got out of bed and came upstairs, hesitating whether it was right to knock and interrupt. Just as she was about to, the door swung open.

She had only ever heard of men finishing early when they were too excited, but she never imagined it could happen to women too…

Song Cheng didn’t understand the implication in Zhang Yuxi’s words, but Zhang Yuxi’s expression told her it wasn’t anything good. She frowned slightly and reached out to block Zhang Yuxi from entering. “What do you want?”

Zhang Yuxi’s heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat. She was desperate to go inside and ask Liu Zimang what was going on. She stood on tiptoe, craning her neck to peer inside, and said, “I, I forgot to tell Ziman something important.”

“Tell her tomorrow,” Song Cheng said firmly. She had no intention of letting anyone see Ziman, who was more delicate than a flower.

Zhang Yuxi refused to give up, spouting nonsense without hesitation. “No, it’s really important.”

Song Cheng stared at her for a moment. Seeing Zhang Yuxi’s genuinely serious demeanor, she finally lowered her hand from the doorframe. “Just say it from here. She can hear you.”

This stopped Zhang Yuxi in her tracks.

Just as she settled into place, Liu Zimang’s voice, tinged with resentment, rang out: “Get out and let Yu Xi in.”

Zhang Yuxi couldn’t have been more pleased. She lifted her chin slightly, her eyes brimming with smug satisfaction.

Song Cheng grabbed Zhang Yuxi, who had already stepped halfway through the door, and with a slight tug, forced her back. Ignoring Zhang Yuxi’s protests, she slammed the door shut, quickly removed her own coat, and walked to the bed with pursed lips. Under Liu Zimang’s furious glare, she draped the coat over Liu Zimang’s shoulders and zipped it all the way up.

Only after confirming that no skin was exposed did Song Cheng finally relax and stand up.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Liu Zimang demanded, her pent-up anger finally erupting.

Song Cheng pressed a hand to her forehead, averting her gaze. “I-I was worried you’d catch a chill.”

Liu Zimang rose from the bed, tugging the zipper down as she sneered, “Really? Because I don’t feel cold at all.”

Catching a glimpse of Liu Zimang’s partially exposed arm, Song Cheng’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Ziman, stop being difficult.”

“How am I being difficult? Don’t you despise me? If you do, Yu Xi certainly doesn’t.”

Song Cheng’s voice was a mix of panic and helplessness. “I don’t! How could I ever despise you?”

“Then why haven’t you…” Liu Zimang trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

“N-not yet. Not for now.” Before the words had even left her lips, Song Cheng turned abruptly, opened the door, and hurried away, leaving Zhang Yuxi staring after her with wide eyes.

The heavens were surely punishing her. The woman she cherished was right before her eyes, yet she was powerless to reach her. This feeling drove her even madder than losing a martial arts match.

What must Ziman be thinking of me right now?

Her mind was so preoccupied that even the fragrant and flavorful Australian lobster couldn’t tempt her appetite.

What truly crushed her spirit was returning to the presidential suite only to find Ziman had locked her out.

Glancing at the sofa barely large enough for two people to lie down on, and the thin blanket, she sighed, cast one last look at the tightly shut bedroom door, and resigned herself to the sofa.

The day’s events had left her too restless to sleep. She opened the Tranquil Mind Manual she carried with her, sat cross-legged, and began her cultivation practice.

The manual appeared simple at first glance, but its true difficulty became increasingly apparent as she progressed.

As for the two missing pages at the end, she chose not to dwell on them for now. Her master had taught her that with sincere dedication, everything would naturally fall into place.

This principle applied to both Cultivation and cultivating the mind.

Her practice continued until dawn. After washing up, she received breakfast from room service. Liu Zimang opened the bedroom door and emerged, but didn’t even glance in her direction.

As Song Cheng approached Liu Zimang to speak, a knock sounded at the door.

She didn’t need to guess; it had to be Zhang Yuxi.

She initially hesitated to open the door, wanting to use this time to talk properly with Zimang. But Zimang stirred.

“You eat first. I’ll get the door,” Zimang said, walking to the entrance and opening it.

Zhang Yuxi acted as if Song Cheng weren’t even there, shoving her aside and striding in. “I’d heard the hotel breakfast was amazing, so I woke up early to try it. But it’s nothing special compared to other hotels. I asked a waiter and found out the lavish breakfast is only for guests in the presidential suite.”

Song Cheng glanced sideways and saw Zhang Yuxi had taken her seat. She quickly moved forward, grabbing the bowl of porridge from the tray before Zhang Yuxi could touch it.

She wasn’t going to film on an empty stomach.

Zhang Yuxi curled her lip and picked up a steak, settling on the other side of the coffee table to eat.

Noticing Liu Zimang hadn’t touched her food, Song Cheng quickly said, “The porridge is pretty good. Want to try some?”

Zhang Yuxi cut in with a disdainful tone, “You don’t even know Ziman hates porridge? You deserve to sleep on the sofa.”

Song Cheng: “……”

“Then how about steak?” Seeing Liu Zimang’s eyes flicker, Song Cheng immediately pulled the other steak plate toward herself. The knife in her hand seemed to possess a life of its own, moving with remarkable speed and precision to cut the steak into perfectly uniform pieces.

Watching this, Zhang Yuxi swallowed her mouthful of steak and shifted closer to Liu Zimang. In a voice only the two of them could hear, she whispered, “Aside from certain… areas, she’s not bad. Should we just make it work?”

Song Cheng seized on the key point: When exactly was she “not good”?

As if sensing her thoughts, Liu Zimang shot her a sharp glance. Song Cheng immediately recalled her hasty retreat the previous day and hung her head. Fine, she was the one who couldn’t handle it.

But this was only temporary.

The words that had risen to her lips died unspoken as she met Liu Zimang’s profile.

After finishing their meal, they descended to the lobby, where SL’s car was already waiting at the hotel entrance.

True to her principle of not wasting time, Song Cheng confirmed that Liu Zimang didn’t want to talk and closed her eyes for a light nap.

Thirty minutes later, the car stopped. She pushed open the door and found herself facing a courtyard house steeped in historical charm.

“This season, our main theme is vintage colors. After much deliberation, we decided this courtyard was the perfect setting,” Lisa said, gesturing for them to follow as she continued, “The stylist is ready. Once you’ve finalized your looks, you can start makeup immediately.”

Noticing Liu Zimang was admiring the courtyard’s design and hadn’t noticed the uneven ground, Lisa quickly doubled back to her side. “Watch your step,” she said, naturally extending her hand for Liu Zimang to take.

Liu Zimang initially hesitated, but under Lisa’s persistent gaze, she decisively raised her hand and placed it in Song Cheng’s palm.

If I can’t get her into bed, I’ll at least mark her as mine, she thought, letting everyone know our relationship is special.

Song Cheng, oblivious to Liu Zimang’s ulterior motives, found herself walking slowly to accommodate Liu Zimang’s pace. Bored, she began to study the courtyard’s design.

To the left of the path stood an artificial rockery, from which crystal-clear water trickled slowly through moss and weeds. A few meters away, several pomegranate trees with gnarled, ancient trunks suggested they had stood there for decades.

To the right of the path, peonies and other unfamiliar greenery added a touch of vitality to the otherwise desolate courtyard.

After traversing a corridor nearly ten meters long, they entered the side courtyard, where a completely different scene unfolded. Photographers and staff were bustling about, but the moment they saw the women arrive, they paused their work and instinctively turned to look, their faces and eyes filled with delight and awe.

However, when Lisa’s gaze met theirs, they immediately lowered their heads and resumed their tasks.

Climbing the steps, Song Cheng and Liu Zimang stopped in the pavilion. At Lisa’s signal, the stylist immediately approached.

“Teacher Song has a strong aura of an ancient martial arts heroine. I suggest keeping her makeup and styling simple. Teacher Liu already possesses natural advantages, so her styling should also remain understated. What do you think, Director Lisa?”

“What do you two think?” Lisa asked.

“Sounds good,” Liu Zimang replied, already stepping forward to follow the stylist into the prepared dressing room to change.

Song Cheng was about to follow when she remembered Lisa’s mention of a bedroom scene yesterday. She immediately walked over to Lisa. “Will the added scene be shot indoors or outdoors?”

“Indoors.”

“And the wardrobe? Will it be revealing?” Song Cheng pressed.