It was two o'clock in the morning in City B.
A black Maybach slowly stopped at the hospital entrance.
As Lou Yuming was about to get out of the car, he saw several suspicious figures carrying "long guns and big cannons" sneaking into the hospital.
Yao Yifan said, "Sir, it looks like paparazzi. Perhaps we should come back tomorrow."
In the quiet of the night, the cold moonlight cast sharp angles on the man's handsome profile, his eyes deep.
After a moment's thought, Lou Yuming said coldly, "Call Dai Ze and have someone guard Song Xi's hospital room. No one is allowed in!
"Yes!"
At this moment, the hospital was silent.
The paparazzi quietly hid their cameras in their backpacks.
"Where is it? I heard it's in VIP. Can we get in?"
"Heh, with me here, don't worry, I guarantee we'll get the first-hand news!"
Not long after, a security guard emerged from the darkness.
Their eyes met, and they exchanged knowing smiles.
The security guard lowered his voice and said, "Follow me."
As the paparazzi followed, they quietly inquired, "How is Song Xi? Has anyone visited her recently? Male or female?"
The security guard replied, "No, only doctors and her assistant are with her."
"Ah, that's unlikely. If his woman is hospitalized, how could her boyfriend not come to see her?"
Another paparazzi said, "Perhaps he's being cautious."
"Nonsense! The internet is already in such a uproar, where can he hide? I think he probably doesn't like her at all. After all, how many women in this circle are clean?"
"So, can we get any photos today?"
"It would be best if we could photograph the boyfriend, but if not... we'll just take a couple of photos of Song Xi and make up a story to get by."
The security guard said, "Alright, we're here. See? That room on the right on the second floor is her ward."
"Thanks, brother." The paparazzi grinned slyly, "I've sent the money to your WeChat."
After the security guard confirmed receipt, he said, "If you have such matters in the future, find me again, and I'll give you a discount."
After the security guard left, the paparazzi found a relatively hidden spot and secretly took out their cameras, aiming them at the room entrance.
One of them yawned, "How long do we have to stakeout? It's almost three in the morning."
"We'll leave before six," the man vowed, "I don't believe we won't get anything!"
He had heard a rumor that Song Xi's boyfriend would come to the hospital today. Although he didn't know the probability, he was willing to take the gamble!
After an unknown amount of time, there was still no movement in the room, and no one knocked on Song Xi's door.
The paparazzi, drowsy, would immediately wake up at any sound, only to find it was the strong wind outside blowing open the window.
As a result, they were tormented terribly, their spirits growing increasingly sluggish.
By the time dawn broke, everyone's faces were pale, with dark circles under their eyes.
Shao Cheng watched everything on the monitor and, deeming the time ripe, slowly rose and walked out.
The few paparazzi, who could no longer endure, had already leaned against each other and fallen asleep. Shao Cheng looked down at them from above, his gaze cold.
When the paparazzi woke up after their nap, they were shocked to find themselves surrounded by security guards.
The leading paparazzi was in a panic, and the security guard who had led them in was also apprehended.
Shao Cheng stood to the side, coolly adjusting his glasses, his voice chilling and merciless, "Did you really think no one would know if he brought you in?"
Didn't he say the monitor was turned off by him!
Shao Cheng checked their cameras one by one and said, "You have two options before you now. One, invade someone's privacy, get sued, pay damages, and go to jail. Two, tell me who instructed you to come here?"
The paparazzi tried to remain calm, "We're paparazzi, we just wanted to take some news. As for who instructed us, your question is too serious. And you've checked; we didn't photograph anything tonight, so this doesn't constitute invasion of privacy!"
"Is that so?" Shao Cheng calmly took out his phone, "Then who was the person who sent you the message earlier?"