{"id":862,"date":"2025-10-11T00:44:39","date_gmt":"2025-10-11T00:44:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sakuratranslation.com\/public-entertainment-circle-17-2\/"},"modified":"2025-10-23T20:19:51","modified_gmt":"2025-10-23T20:19:51","slug":"public-entertainment-circle-17-2","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/www.velvetink.xyz\/ko\/chapter\/public-entertainment-circle-17-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Public [Entertainment Circle] 17"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

**Chapter 17: Scar-Prone Constitution**

Ten seconds.
Twenty seconds.
Thirty seconds.

Qin Mang\u2019s fingertips instinctively climbed onto the man\u2019s shoulder. Her nose brushed against that tiny seductive red mole\u2014was it unintentional, or on purpose?\u2014grazing along the man\u2019s sharply defined jawline.

Her already lush and beautiful lips, rubbed against the fabric, began to flush a decadent red.

The key issue was\u2014

She\u2019d been biting at it for ages\u2026

But that button didn\u2019t budge an inch.

\u201c\u2026\u201d

It was just awkward.

Qin Mang lifted her lashes and snuck a glance\u2014

Through the thin lenses of his glasses, she locked eyes with the man\u2019s amused and deep gaze.

\u201cRoleplay?\u201d

The man\u2019s long fingers brushed casually across the corner of her lips as he undid his own button, finally speaking.

His cool, crisp voice teased like a mist in the damp, quiet air, laced with amusement: \u201cHmm? So is Mrs. He playing\u2026 a puppy with weak teeth?\u201d

Qin Mang, whose body was previously seductive and serpentine, almost lost her composure on the spot.

\u201cYou son of a\u2014\u201d Damn it.

She had finally learned a very dirty phrase and hadn\u2019t even gotten to finish it before\u2014

The alarm bells in her mind rang out, echoing Meng Ting\u2019s devilish mantra, \u201cWhich office worker isn\u2019t carrying a heavy load?\u201d Not to mention all those failed takes during filming, her inability to get into character holding up production\u2026

Qin Mang had always been proud. \u201cNot being capable\u201d was something she absolutely could not tolerate.

In short, everything was for the sake of the role. For her acting career. What was a little hardship?

She took a slow breath. The flickering emotions in her beautiful eyes gradually faded, restoring their jet-black clarity\u2014and determination.

She could endure a little longer.

Worst case, she\u2019d just chant a few extra Buddhist prayers later.

The button still needed to come off.

Qin Mang\u2019s fingers brushed over the stiff, military-style costume slung over her arm.

It completely clashed with He Lingji\u2019s proper, buttoned-up shirt.

The next second\u2014

She suddenly reached out like a little wolf and yanked the already loosened button off with force.

Looking innocent: \u201cThe button\u2026 was a little tight.\u201d

\u201cWell, it\u2019s off now.\u201d

Caught off guard by the move, He Lingji didn\u2019t expect it.

His neatly buttoned shirt opened slightly, revealing pale collarbones beneath\u2014his normally cool and noble aura now tinged with an unruly edge.

That dominating wildness instantly emerged.

Yes! That was the vibe!

Remembering her goal, Qin Mang quickly draped the retro military uniform\u2014one she\u2019d been carrying around all night\u2014over him. Then she removed the thin-framed glasses from his nose bridge.

Touching her chin, she nodded in satisfaction:

\u201cFinally got the feel.\u201d

\u201cWhat feel?\u201d

Qin Mang leaned in: \u201cOf course\u2014the warlord boss and his beautiful little wife.\u201d

She declared, \u201cThat\u2019s our roleplay theme.\u201d

Deep City\u2019s night was stuffy outside\u2014

Especially with August approaching.

Wrapped in the thick costume, Qin Mang was on the verge of heatstroke, yet still stubbornly waited, refusing to miss him.

\u201cThere\u2019s even a script,\u201d she added.

\u201cI\u2019ll grab\u2014\u201d it for you.

Before she could finish, the coat draped over He Lingji\u2019s shoulders softly fell onto her head.

Her vision instantly blacked out.

He Lingji relaxed, stepping past her and heading inside, leaving behind a cryptic remark: \u201cLittle wife, isn\u2019t it hot outside?\u201d

Of course it\u2019s hot!

Qin Mang was practically melting.

Still trying to be a proper “longing housewife,” she didn\u2019t even bring her little lion fan, worried she might miss him.

She pulled the costume off her head, unusually calm, and like a little tail, hugged the coat and followed He Lingji through the door.

The woman\u2019s slender waist and delicate bones cast a long, graceful shadow, slowly blending with the man\u2019s tall, upright figure.

\u201cPresident He?\u201d

\u201cWanna play or not\\~\u201d

With the sound of the door closing\u2014

And He Lingji\u2019s voice, slightly husky with laughter, \u201cMrs. He has so warmly invited me\u2026\u201d

Word by word: \u201cOf course, I\u2019ll play.\u201d

The playful tone of that final word curled around her ears, as if it could burrow into the heart.

\u2026

The rooftop terrace\u2014unlike their last visit\u2014had its high-tech arched roof closed, forming a sealed space with a special starry-sky ceiling.

The illusion of dislocated space and strong visual effects made Qin Mang worry that those twinkling stars might fall at any moment when she looked up.

As if she were standing amidst the cosmos.

A faint blush deepened across Qin Mang\u2019s thin eyelids.

Her mind was full of existential doubt\u2014

\u201cWas *this* the kind of playing I meant?\u201d

In the sealed space, only the stars lit the scene.

Her delicate figure, under the cover of night and the man\u2019s tall silhouette, appeared even more fragile and slender, as if she might shatter with a touch.

He Lingji, calm and composed, pulled her into his arms: \u201cOh? Wasn\u2019t it?\u201d

Qin Mang struggled: \u201cI meant *roleplaying*! *Acting*!\u201d

Acting, not playing!

He Lingji effortlessly caught her flailing wrists, nodding with mock realization: \u201cAh\u2026 so Mrs. He wanted to roleplay a *forcible seduction* scene?\u201d

\u201cI did not! I wasn\u2019t! Don\u2019t say nonsense!\u201d

Qin Mang denied it three times in a row.

He looked down at her, his lashes low.

His grey-blue eyes, in the shifting light, looked like cold, luxurious sapphires\u2014mesmerizing enough to pull one in without resistance.

Qin Mang was inexplicably drawn to those eyes.

In *Dreams of Old Beijing*, the upcoming drama, she had many intense eye-contact scenes with the male lead Jiang Hengyan. But every time, she failed to convey the intimacy the director wanted\u2014she couldn\u2019t feel the “drowning in his eyes” emotion.

No sense of immersion.

Yet at this moment\u2014

A mere glance, and she was already dazed.

Feeling a breeze of cool air, her mind cleared slightly. Remembering her goal, she slowly sat up, hands resting on his shoulders, and her pale fingertips brushed up toward the corner of his eye: \u201cMind\u2026 rehearsing a scene?\u201d

\u201cYour eyes are so beautiful. It\u2019d be a waste not to use them in an emotional scene.\u201d

Qin Mang acted suddenly.

He Lingji\u2019s eyes darkened, like surging waves beneath a calm sea. His breathing, for once, grew heavier.

He pulled out the thin satin ribbon she used to tie her hair.

Her long hair spilled down like a waterfall, covering her delicate back.

\u201cYou\u2026\u201d

Before he could finish,

His vision darkened once more.

He Lingji used the crimson ribbon to cover her bewitching eyes.

She had only complimented his eyes\u2014

But she didn\u2019t realize\u2014

To him, her innocent, emotional eyes were the real aphrodisiac.

And this time, he wouldn\u2019t let her take it off.

Their fingers intertwined, the warmth from their palms seemed to seep into each other\u2019s hearts.

\u201cFocus.\u201d

Qin Mang: \u201c\u2026\u201d

Defeated before she could even begin.

This dog of a man, He Lingji, even dared to accuse *her* of lacking focus. She had been *very* focused\u2014on rehearsing!

At some point, the roof opened, and a breeze drifted in.

The long crimson ribbon tied around her eyes fluttered in midair, its end embroidered with a lifelike little white lion.

As the wind blew, the lion shifted shape\u2014

Until time passed, and it settled again, tilting its head atop the ribbon, as if nothing had happened.

—

The next morning.

\u201cBig Miss, did the scene go well? Did President He take the bait?\u201d

Meng Ting called to ask for updates.

Qin Mang stood lazily at the sink, turned on speakerphone, and tossed the phone onto the nearby rack. She focused on washing up.

Droplets of water slid down her snow-white cheeks.

Dampening her already stunning features\u2014especially those eyes. Even with a sulky expression, they shimmered like waves begging for attention.

It annoyed Qin Mang.

She rubbed her eyes with frustration.

\u2026

Still watery!

Her crisp voice, now slightly hoarse: \u201cMm.\u201d

The moment she made a sound, she realized\u2014

Her voice was gone.

She had cried for most of the night\u2014how could she possibly not be hoarse?

He Lingji, always composed and serious in public, seemingly aloof and abstinent, was in fact a total pervert. Every time they were in bed, he wouldn\u2019t stop until she was crying.

And after making her cry, he\u2019d cuddle her and make her drink water.

To make sure she could keep crying…

To prevent dehydration.

Should she be thanking him for that?

Qin Mang didn\u2019t want to talk anymore.

\u201cYou heard that \u2018mm\u2019?\u201d

Meng Ting was thrilled and in disbelief. \u201cIt worked?\u201d

Just like that?

Qin Mang composed herself a little, then slowly replied with two words, \u201cIn your dreams.\u201d

All the excitement Meng Ting was about to let out got stuck in her throat.

\u201cAi, I knew President He wasn\u2019t that easy to win over. Countdown: 14 days of vacation left. You\u2019ve got to shoot for 3 days, so that gives you 11 days. Make them count.\u201d

Qin Mang brushed him off with a couple of vague replies and was about to hang up.

Meng Ting added one last reminder, \u201cThe shoot starts this afternoon. There aren\u2019t any marks left on your body, right?\u201d

\u201cDid you go through the materials? There might be water scenes.\u201d

If any water touches those red marks…

Meng Ting felt like dying just thinking about it.

Marks?

Qin Mang paused for two seconds. Her gaze inadvertently shifted to the full-length mirror nearby.

She was only wearing a thin white silk robe, smooth and soft in texture. The slender belt outlined her delicate figure. The collar was loose, revealing a swath of fair skin, and there weren\u2019t any visible marks.

\u201cGot it, got it,\u201d she said lazily, voice relaxed. \u201cAbsolutely none.\u201d

Last night, in her dazed state, she did vaguely remember today\u2019s schedule.

At 6 p.m., one of the magazine cover shoots was set at Shenghe Bay, the top hotel in Shen City.

It was famous for its open-air swimming pool\u2014a paradise of ocean views moved indoors. In midsummer, when the seaside sun scorches mercilessly, this location was a dream for water-themed shoots. The magazine had booked it exclusively for the day at a cost of over a million yuan.

Perfect for someone like Qin Mang, whose body ran hot and couldn\u2019t stand heat.

She had initially thought they’d be going to some beach again for endless sunbathing when she saw the materials.

But the result? Exceptional.

This shoot had a \u201cClassic of Mountains and Seas\u201d theme. The chosen character: a mermaid.

Qin Mang arrived early because the makeup was complicated. She was nearly falling asleep before it was finally done.

When she changed into costume and stepped out\u2014

The once-busy staff froze in awe at her transformation.

Her long snow-white hair cascaded down her body, nearly covering her upper half. As she walked, hints of her slender waist could be seen beneath the strands. Below that: a shimmering iridescent fishtail.

Her expressive eyes, framed by dramatic makeup, highlighted her stunning features.

Tiny, pearly beads decorated the area beneath her eyes. Paired with light blue glitter, and blinged-out scales at the corners of her eyes, they sparkled with a soft glow. Her lashes lifted slowly, revealing deep green pupils\u2014

As if a true ethereal mermaid had appeared before them, her tears turned into pearls.

Qin Mang walked with difficulty. Supported by staff, she finally eased into the water.

Pearl-sized beads were scattered along the pool\u2019s edge, and the clear blue water was dotted with them too, as if mermaid tears had fallen and gathered there.

Once she found the right pose,

Gasps erupted nearby.

\u201cIs it really *that* stunning?\u201d

She casually brushed the white strands from her chest. The soft waves of her hair, paired with the blue-scale shaped top beneath, didn\u2019t even look like clothing\u2014it looked like art draped on her body.

Her lower half was wrapped in a form-fitting mermaid tail that was so heavy, it almost dragged her off the edge.

But shimmering on the water\u2019s surface, it was breathtaking.

The camera loved it.

After checking with the director, Qin Mang sent a selfie showing only her mermaid makeup to He Lingji.

**Little Lion Ao Wu Meow**: \\[photo.jpg]
**”Acting alongside a beauty like me is a gift. He Lingji, you’d better not take it for granted!”**
**”When I get home tonight, I want to see you in that warlord outfit!”**

**Cold-blooded Capitalist**: “On a business trip.”

**Little Lion Ao Wu Meow**: “!”

Qin Mang had been lazily leaning on the makeup chair, but after reading those concise words, she suddenly sat upright.

Why now? Why did he have to be on a trip at the most crucial time?! And she couldn\u2019t even follow him\u2014she still had three days of shooting left.

**Cold-blooded Capitalist**: “Busy. Talk later.”

*Talk later?!*
*Your wife\u2019s matters are more important, okay?!*

Qin Mang’s beautiful face turned cold.

Her makeup wasn\u2019t fully removed yet. The deep green in her eyes shimmered under the light, giving her a dangerously seductive look. Furious, she jabbed at her phone screen.

**”Freeloader scumbag!”**

Just as she sent that, multiple messages from Wu Yuxi popped up.

Qin Mang glanced at the screen and suddenly froze.

**#1 Influencer in the Universe**:
**”AHHHHHHHH”**
**”Your He Lingji showed up at a business forum with bite marks all over his neck! Did you know?!”**
**”It\u2019s all over the finance world now!”**
**”Only President He could pull this off\u2014walking around with that kind of destruction on display!”**
**”Wonder if the media will dare publish it.”**

Qin Mang went silent.

All she could think was: *bite marks*, *business forum*, *everyone\u2019s seen them*\u2014

It was practically public execution.

The rooftop had been dark last night.

And later, she\u2019d been blindfolded. She really hadn\u2019t noticed what his neck looked like. But if people were gossiping already, they had to be obvious.

Most people wouldn\u2019t dare step within He Lingji\u2019s social radius.

Seeing that she wasn\u2019t replying, Wu Yuxi hesitantly asked:

**”It was you, right?”**
**”Not some random kitten?”**

**Little Lion Ao Wu Meow**: “Nope. It was a ghost.”

Just as she hit send, Qin Mang was about to message He Lingji but remembered he was probably still in the middle of the forum.

She quickly switched apps and found Assistant Cong’s WeChat.

**”Send me a photo of He Lingji right now!”**

Thirty seconds later:

**\\[photo.jpg]**
**”Ma\u2019am, the president is busy.”**

The photo showed He Lingji onstage, speaking.
Assistant Cong had been close enough to get a crystal-clear shot.

Qin Mang\u2019s eyes zeroed in on his neck\u2014

Slender and pale, lined with pinkish red marks that twisted like cracks in ice. Eerily beautiful, incredibly conspicuous.

Her neat little teeth had a faintly sharp canine. It must\u2019ve happened when she was clumsily unbuttoning his shirt by the doorway.

This position\u2014there was no way to blame it on him biting himself.

Worse\u2014

Qin Mang\u2019s pupils dilated. Her fingers slammed the keyboard:

**”What is he, some ice-skin jade-boned princess?!”**

A full-grown man, with skin that delicate?! How?

The marks hadn\u2019t faded *at all* since last night!

Assistant Cong understood full well what her words implied. After all, President He had walked all the way from the company to the forum with that neck, under full scrutiny.

He chose his words carefully:

**”Perhaps the president has… scar-prone skin?”**

*Scar-prone skin your ass!*

More like *princess-prone skin!*

Qin Mang took a deep breath. She wished she could dive into the phone and apply concealer for him herself.

She should\u2019ve gotten up earlier that morning. She *heard* him getting ready\u2014but she just didn\u2019t open her eyes.

Regret. Pure regret.

**Little Lion Ao Wu Meow**:
**”You\u2014go buy him a scarf. Now.”**

Assistant Cong gently reminded her:

**”Ma\u2019am, it\u2019s 36 degrees today.”**

Even if you wanted to murder your husband for the inheritance, there are better ways than this\u2026

At the business forum\u2014

In the post-event media lounge, He Lingji didn\u2019t join the interviews. He lounged lazily on a sofa nearby, fingers holding Assistant Cong\u2019s phone.

Assistant Cong, calm and collected, tried to defend her:
\u201cShe\u2019s just worried about you\u2026\u201d

\u201cMm.\u201d

\u201cWorried you\u2019ll get cold in 36-degree weather. So she wants you to wear a scarf.\u201d

\u201cPfft\u2014haha! You know what? That actually sounds like something she\u2019d do.\u201d

Nearby, Ruan Qizhuo, one of the younger business elites also attending the forum, witnessed the whole exchange and added:

\u201cIf we\u2019re ranking the most caring wives in the circle, yours definitely takes the crown.\u201d

As the only single guy in their married-man group chat, Ruan Qizhuo had suffered enough.

**Now he had finally found an opportunity.**

He Lengji lifted his eyes and glanced at him indifferently. \u201cMarital fun. What, are you jealous?\u201d

\u201cMe? Jealous of you?\u201d

Ruan Qizhuo seemed to suddenly realize something. \u201cYeah, actually, I *am* a bit jealous. After all, a man like you\u2014being married yet living like you’re single\u2014you\u2019re practically our role model.\u201d

He was on the fringe of the entertainment industry, so naturally, he had firsthand news about Qin Mang.

For instance, she was currently filming a movie.

Director Zhou\u2019s productions were notoriously strict about not allowing long absences. It was likely in just a couple of days, this man would once again be left alone in an empty house.

Pitiful.

Truly pitiful.

Ruan Qizhuo leaned down and threw an arm over his shoulder. \u201cSo? Want to grab a drink?\u201d

\u201cWe\u2019re the only ones free.\u201d

Their friend group included, besides the two of them, Rong Huaiyan\u2014the darling of the business world in Ling City; Professor Jiang Lingci\u2014a famed academic; and Nan Yun\u2014a top-tier lawyer with an almost perfect record.

They\u2019d all grown up in the same courtyard. Though now spread across different cities, their bond remained as strong as ever.

But the other three were all famously henpecked husbands.

Ruan Qizhuo sighed, \u201cOnly the two of us still have real masculinity!\u201d

\u201cIt wouldn\u2019t feel right if we didn\u2019t have a drink, huh?\u201d

He Lengji shot him a glance. \u201cSorry, no time.\u201d

At that moment, the media interview was wrapping up.

He Lengji turned to leave.

\u201cHey, where are you going?\u201d

\u201cHome.\u201d

\u201c!\u201d

\u201cSince when are you so into going home?\u201d

Ruan Qizhuo was in disbelief. This guy, when not busy with work, rarely even stayed in Deep City\u2014he usually headed straight for Ling City.

\u201cMy wife is mad. I\u2019m going back to calm her down.\u201d

He Lengji gave him a light, cool glance. \u201cOh, almost forgot\u2014maybe you\u2019re just missing the quality every married man should have.\u201d

**The only single dog in the group, Ruan Qizhuo: \u2026Fine. You all have quality. I don\u2019t.**

—

He Lengji had just reached the exit when a gutsy reporter stepped in front of him.

\u201cFortune favors the bold,\u201d as they say\u2014every industry has those who dare to defy the odds.

Like this guy.

\u201cPresident He, please wait!\u201d

He Lengji\u2019s grey-blue eyes swept over him. His voice was cold. \u201cWhat is it?\u201d

Meeting those vast, abyss-like eyes, the reporter nearly gave up on the spot. His hand holding the mic froze, throat tightened, but he managed to keep his facial expression under control. \u201cPresident He, you didn\u2019t attend the group interview earlier. May I ask you one or two questions?\u201d

He Lengji looked down at the reporter\u2019s young, inexperienced face.

He seemed new to the field.

It inexplicably reminded him of Qin Mang.

Clearly pampered and proud by nature, yet once she chose the path of acting, she never once complained about hardship or exhaustion.

He thought of how she had been blowing up in their WeChat chat just moments ago.

His lips curved into a faint smile for a split second.

Secretary Cong and the bodyguards behind him were about to intervene, but He Lengji\u2019s deep, magnetic voice stopped them: \u201cOne question.\u201d

The reporter froze.

What?!

President He actually agreed?

Even if it was just one question!

Many other reporters, tempted but too afraid to approach, nearly died of envy.

Wasn\u2019t he the one who *never* accepted interviews?

Why the sudden exception?

They looked at the young man\u2014clearly an average reporter, shorter than He Lengji by a head. He was decent-looking, but not *that* special, right?

The lucky reporter, Chu Jiang, quickly pulled himself together, brain spinning wildly\u2014

This was his *only* question.

It had to be precise and meaningful!

A flurry of hard-hitting questions flew through his mind, but when he opened his mouth, what came out was the simplest one: \u201cWhy did you agree to be interviewed by me?\u201d

His brain had gone off script.

And once the words were out, Chu Jiang immediately regretted it.

Crap crap crap!

What kind of useless question was that?! \u201cPresident He, I-I didn\u2019t mean anything by it. It\u2019s just that you\u2019ve never accepted interviews before, and I honestly came expecting to be rejected. So when you said yes, I just really wanted to know why\u2026\u201d

Well, he\u2019d asked.

Might as well accept the consequences.

He Lengji could clearly see his panic, but there was no irritation in those deep, cold eyes. Calm and indifferent, as if no one and nothing could ever shake his emotions.

His voice was as detached as ever. \u201cI suppose it\u2019s empathy.\u201d

Amid all the confused stares\u2014

He glanced at the badge on Chu Jiang\u2019s chest that said \u201cProbationary Reporter.\u201d His usually cool, grey-blue eyes rippled slightly as he added slowly:

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