Chapter 285: The Honey Trap
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Hah, I’ve finally done it.
When he gets done with volume 6, he would have completed the [Professional Manga Artist] task of completing ten comic books. He had completed the sales goal already; he’d finally have the t.i.tle.
“Let’s get this over with!”
Meng Fan felt anxious. His dream is to work on manga and voiceovers.
His voiceover work is already on track. Even without “Voice Legend” playing on TV, with so many professionals having seen his work, if he wanted to work, he’d have more than enough jobs. He could even pick the work he liked.
For manga, as long as he got the [Professional Manga Artist] t.i.tle and earned the +5 points in Drawing Skill, Settings, and Screenwriting, plus the original content ideas cooked inside his head, he could start his own original series at any time!
It was late when he returned to the hotel. He took a shower and lay in bed. Suddenly, there was commotion by the door, which surprised Meng Fan. He looked through the peephole and saw a drunken woman leaning against the door. She was rifling through her purse, probably looking for her entry card.
Meng Fan guessed she must be a drunk who got the wrong room. He was going to ignore it, but he didn’t like the noise. He gently opened the door, wanting to tell the woman she had the wrong place. The minute he opened the door, however, the woman fell down onto the floor, wedging her body along the door crack.
“How drunk is she?”
Meng Fan was speechless. When he took a closer look, he blushed. She was dressed provocatively. The low-cut top she was wearing showed off a lot of skin.
Meng Fan lightly patted her. “Hey, wake up. You’ve got the wrong room.”
“The wrong room? Which room did you want?”
The woman knew Chinese, but her words were like sleep mumblings, which sounded just as hot as her body and clothing.
“What the…”
Meng Fan went to help her up, planning to get a hotel employee. As soon as he touched her, however, the woman wrapped herself around him and said, “Why did you stop? Don’t stop!”
Meng Fan’s face reddened. What is going on here?
Then, the woman began to try to kiss Meng Fan.
Meng Fan panicked and pushed her away, but he was afraid she was going to fall again. He thought about it and lifted her up. This way, she couldn’t try anything.
The woman was shocked when she saw herself being lifted off the floor.
“What the…?”
Meng Fan was very observant. He could tell something was off. He put her down on the carpeted floor and stood away from her. “You’re not drunk! What are you doing? Some kind of scam?”
The woman looked startled. She kept her scattered expression, looking seemingly shy and pathetic, and even kind of excited as she found Meng Fan to be so strong. She twisted her body into a tempting pose on the floor, making her clothes slide off even more, showing the right amount of flirtatiousness. She continued in a coquettish tone, “Sorry, I drank too much. I must have gone to the wrong room. It’s not what you think.”
Meng Fan tried to keep his gaze level. “It’s okay. Go home. If you can’t, I’ll get a hotel employee for you.”
The woman looked even more coy and pathetic as she heard this, she mumbled. “I just drank too much. Would you want me to go back by myself? I’d be cold sleeping on my own.”
With words like these, Meng Fan smiled. “Don’t worry about it.”
Then, he acted like he was calling the hotel.
The woman instantly jumped up from the floor and rolled her eyes at Meng Fan. “You silly man, did you really think I was running a scam?”
She then walked toward the door but not without turning around to say, “It’s not what you think. I just thought you were so attractive. If… I’m in room nine on this floor. Come find me anytime.”
With Meng Fan still having no reaction, she stomped her foot and sashayed out of the door, shaking her squat-toned, peach-shaped b.u.t.t.
“This is much more tempting than those women who put business cards in some hotels back home!”
Meng Fan hurried to close his door. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted at all. He refused instantly not so much to stay faithful to Wu Tong, but rather, this woman’s drunken aggression was just too much. Also, what if it really was a scam?
Okay, Meng Fan really was nervous.
After this debacle, Meng Fan felt fl.u.s.tered as he lay on a hotel bed in another country. His mind was all over the place. Eventually, he fell asleep.
The next morning, Meng Fan dressed for a run and left his room. He asked the front desk for the best jogging location and was told about a park nearby.
The park was quite big and had a lot of joggers. Here, unlike China, many of the people doing morning workouts were young and not middle-aged or older.
Meng Fan had a professional posture: tall and strong. He looked great in his workout clothes. He also ran fast, attracting many admiring gazes along the way.
After a full loop, he pa.s.sed a woman who looked familiar as he prepared to run back. He thought about it as he changed direction to chase her. After another look as he caught up to her, he could confirm this was a flight attendant on that hijacked flight before his reincarnation!
Meng Fan didn’t think he’d meet the flight attendant on that flight here!
This flight attendant was not a hijacker.
The reason he remembered her was simple: She resembled Yua Mikami, an adult film actress. Not only did she look like that celebrity, she sounded like her, too.
Of course, since she looked like that star, she was pretty as well. Pretty people were usually more memorable.
Meng Fan was confused. This flight attendant was j.a.panese. The flight he took was a j.a.panese flight, with most of the crew being j.a.panese. Why was she here? Why was she jogging?
Then, his mind worked quickly. He suddenly realized this meeting with the flight attendant wasn’t the right time.
Meanwhile, the flight attendant noticed someone next to her staring at her. She looked over, and her eyes instantly glowed. She took off her earphones and smiled, revealing her teeth. “Hi, can I help you?”
She used English. Her words sounded a little professional.
“h.e.l.lo! (in Chinese)”
“h.e.l.lo! (in j.a.panese)”
“h.e.l.lo! (in Korean)”
She used three other languages. She was probably worried Meng Fan didn’t understand. Obviously, she was more patient with an attractive man.
Meng Fan stopped agonizing as she kept asking him. If they met here, this was meant to be. It’s definitely a change in fate, and maybe he’ll learn something useful.
He pretended to be serious and a little confused as he asked in Chinese, “h.e.l.lo, have we met before?”
Okay, this was obviously one of the most cliche pick-up lines, but Meng Fan couldn’t think of anything else. However, Meng Fan’s old-fas.h.i.+oned pick-up method, combined with his attractive smile, was actually very effective.
The flight attendant blushed and answered, “Maybe it’s because I look like an adult…”
She spoke accented Chinese and was apparently aware of Chinese culture. She wanted to say adult actress, which also meant actress in j.a.pan, but she knew in China that the same word implied a certain type of acting. Because of who Meng Fan was, she was willing to try harder, even if he only approached her because of who she resembled. She changed the word to, “…like an actress.”
Meng Fan didn’t think of this angle when he tried to talk to her. He was a little embarra.s.sed, but he recovered by saying, “No, no. I just thought we’d met before.”
The flight attendant liked his answer, regardless of whether it was true or not. Maybe because running made one’s heart beat faster, she became more open and cutely winked at Meng Fan, “Maybe in your dreams.”
Meng Fan knew she was coming onto him. But this time, he didn’t want to refuse; he actually thought it might be a good investigation method. He felt a little crazy at the idea that he could use himself as bait!
The flight attendant continued, “Regardless of whether we’ve met before, I’m so happy to see you today.” She continued to jog as she reached out her hand, “h.e.l.lo, my name is Minako Sakurai.”
Meng Fan reached out his hand, too. “h.e.l.lo, my name is Meng Fan.”
Reluctantly, Minako Sakurai let go of his hand. She continued to jog since Meng Fan kept going as well but not very quickly. It was obvious she ran regularly as she didn’t breathe very hard. She chatted excitedly, “Is Mr. Meng a Singaporean-Chinese or Chinese?”
Her breathing, while not heavy, still sounded like the adult actress’ moans, which were too much. He tried to talk more to cover up his reaction, “I’m Chinese and here on vacation. How about you? Can I call you Minako?”
“Of course!”
Minako Sakurai looked happy. “I’m a flight attendant. I mostly fly between Singapore City and Kyoto. I had two days off, so I stayed here.”
“Really? What a coincidence. I was planning to visit j.a.pan, too. Maybe I’ll see you on a flight sometime.”
“Wow, if you do come to j.a.pan, I’d love to be your tour guide. I hope I’ll have the pleasure.”
The two of them chatted about nothing in particular. Meng Fan didn’t dare mention how he was going to be on her flight to j.a.pan. The two of them seemed to be happy chatting; at least, Minako Sakurai was.
As they chatted and jogged, they ended up having breakfast near the park. Exchanging contact information seemed natural at that point, too.
When Meng Fan returned to the hotel, he rushed to take a shower. He used a little warm water to relax his muscles first before turning the water cold.
Last night, there was that woman who tried to seduce him. This morning, he ran into a flight attendant who looked and moaned like his favorite adult actress. She sounded so gentle and was so adorable, and she kept giving him signals. Altogether, this was too tempting!
After being blasted by cold water, he finally calmed down.
Whew!
Meng Fan was fl.u.s.tered that he ran into this flight attendant.
What was the point?
He was using himself as a honey trap. Would he have a breakthrough with this?
As he thought, a call came in from Meng Caitang. She asked him to go out for breakfast and then a tour.
Meng Fan didn’t tell her he’d already gotten up much earlier. He went down for another breakfast.
“Why are you eating so little? Older brother, dieting is not fasting!” Meng Caitang thought his diet was not healthy.
How could Meng Fan explain that he already had breakfast and would be stuffed if he ate more?
Just like before his reincarnation, they visited the Botanic Gardens and National Museum in the morning. Lunch was Tian Tian’s Hainanese Chicken Rice. In the afternoon, they planned to go to Universal Studios in the most southern part of Singapore City.
Meng Fan really wanted to convince Meng Caitang not to go, since before his reincarnation, they didn’t tour Universal for long before her advisor called her back for something work-related.
But he decided against it. If Meng Caitang did leave, he’d stay like before. He’d have an opportunity to move on his own then.
It did turn out as he expected. Soon after they started their visit, Meng Caitang was called away.
Unlike before, after Meng Caitang took off, Minako Sakurai called him. Interestingly enough, she also wanted to meet him at Universal Studios.