As soon as the car arrived at the hotel, Qiao Xu got out, thinking Lu Moqing would leave at that point. She had just breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Lu Moqing open the door on the other side and walk towards her.
"President Lu, please don’t tell you’re also staying here?"
Qiao Xu looked at Lu Moqing with a touch of mockery in her eyes.
Lu Moqing smiled, and his eyebrows suddenly softened a bit, causing Qiao Xu’s face to have a mont of hesitation. "It’s rare for my ex-wife to return, so as a forr husband, I should catch up with you."
Hearing this, Qiao Xu couldn’t help but curse inwardly: This man is becoming more and more shaless.
"I haven’t heard that it’s necessary for an ex-husband to catch up with his ex-wife."
With that, she started walking inside. Rembering Lu Moqing’s intention to discuss their son, Qiao Xu’s pace unconsciously quickened a bit.
Seeing that Lu Moqing did not follow, she breathed a sigh of relief and entered the elevator.
After returning to her room, she packed her luggage and took her bathrobe to the bathroom.
anwhile, in the hotel lobby, the receptionist reluctantly looked at the tall and handso man in front of her, frowning.
"I’m sorry, Mr. Lu. We can’t just give you the room key of our guests."
The receptionist spoke while watching Lu Moqing’s slightly sinking face, feeling sowhat apprehensive. However, out of the responsibility to protect guests, he still couldn’t just hand over the key.
Even if he knew that he could not easily offend the man in front of him.
Despite his apparent indifference, Lu Moqing suppressed his impatience, opened his mobile phone, and pulled up a photo from his album to show the receptionist, "My wife."
The receptionist glanced at the photo on Lu Moqing’s mobile phone—it was a wedding certificate photo—and his surprise was undisguised.
President Lu is married?
This question flashed through his mind, but he dared not ask.
But since the guest was Madam Lu, he naturally had no reason to stop him, especially since he had just seen the two of them get out of the sa taxi.
Mr. Lu didn’t go upstairs with his wife. He seed to have been held up by sothing temporarily.
The receptionist, after apologizing several tis in a row, finally gave the key card to Lu Moqing, "I’m very sorry, Mr. Lu."
Just at that mont, the hotel lobby manager received the news and hurried over, "President Lu, you’re here."
"If there’s anything President Lu needs, please let handle it for you."
The lobby manager looked extrely obsequious.
Lu Moqing glanced at the manager and said indifferently, "I’m going upstairs to find my wife. Do you want to help with that?"
The lobby manager’s flattering smile suddenly stiffened, and he quickly shook his head, "No, no, please co this way, President Lu. I didn’t know the madam was staying at our hotel, we’ve been negligent."
Lu Moqing didn’t have ti to listen to the lobby manager’s flattery, and walked towards the elevator. Only once he was gone did the lobby manager breathe a sigh of relief. He approached the receptionist and said in a low voice, "You didn’t offend President Lu just now, did you?"
"Just...just now President Lu wanted the room key of the guest upstairs, and I...I didn’t give it."
The young receptionist spoke shakily.
"What...What?!"
The lobby manager looked exasperated, pointing at the receptionist, "Are you trying to get yourself killed? Mr. Lu is our big boss here. You’re stopping him? Do you still want your job?"
The receptionist turned pale and didn’t dare to respond.
But he thought to himself: Even if the big boss cos, he can’t just give away the keys to the guests’ rooms.
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