"Go on up," Wong Qifu said to Xu Ke, standing at the hotel's front desk.
"Let's go."
Xu Ke grabbed Wong Qifu's hand and headed for the elevators.
Following alongside, Wong Qifu said helplessly into Xu Ke's ear, "Don't be in such a hurry; it's not going to run away."
"No, that won't do," Xu Ke blurted out nonsensically. "I need to check if the room's facilities are comfortable. If not, we can still switch."
Wong Qifu was speechless.
The four people trailing behind them couldn't help but chuckle.
One was a genius Martial Artist who, though not officially declared, had already earned the unofficial title of "Tianhai King" behind the scenes.
The other was the Wang Family Empress who, through her own skill, had stabilized her corporation during the Wang Family's most turbulent period and had survived under the relentless pressure from several major families and Wong Ting.
Who would have thought that in private, the two of them would act like a couple head over heels in love?
***
When they reached the eighth floor, the elevator stopped. Lin Qinghua and Wang Wu entered room 805, while Han Wang and Tang Yingchang went into 806 and 807.
anwhile, Xu Ke and Wong Qifu were across the hall in room 818.
"Why is our room across from theirs?" Xu Ke asked with so confusion as he pulled his luggage after the other four had left.
"Because it's more convenient for them to protect us," Wong Qifu said without blinking, her smile hiding a mysterious undertone. "If we were in 808, they couldn't just co straight out of their rooms to rescue us... you get it, right?"
"Well... I guess that works." Xu Ke stroked his chin.
When they opened the door to their room, Xu Ke was instantly stunned.
"Are you ssing with ?" Xu Ke stared intently at Wong Qifu.
"No, I'm not," Wong Qifu said, the picture of innocence. "Didn't we agree to share a room?"
"Then why are there two beds?" Xu Ke demanded, pointing inside.
"Ah? Wasn't that what you requested?" Wong Qifu batted her eyelids.
"When did I ever ask for that?" Xu Ke's eyes widened.
"You said it yourself. You said we couldn't sleep in the sa room if there weren't two beds," Wong Qifu said, dredging up the past.
Those were indeed Xu Ke's words from back when he was still living in the urban village.
Xu Ke was rendered speechless.
Seeing the previous dominance in Wong Qifu's spirited eyes replaced by playful mischief, Xu Ke's face darkened. "Fine, Wong Qifu," he said through gritted teeth. "You're ruthless!"
He felt as if ants were crawling all over him, and he had a strong urge to just throw in the towel.
"You tricked !"
Watching Xu Ke's aggrieved expression, Wong Qifu struggled to hold back her laughter. "Alright, alright, don't be mad. As a consolation, I'll give you so compensation."
Hearing this, Xu Ke glanced at Wong Qifu's delicate, pretty face, then at her eyes, which seed to hold a hint of allure. His heart began to itch. He cleared his throat and softened his tone. "What kind of compensation?"
His thoughts imdiately began to run wild. Hmm... Should I have Wong Qifu wear a maid costu and give a massage? Or maybe wash my feet? Or perhaps give a back rub? The kind where she's wearing a lace garter belt...
Just then, Wong Qifu slapped down a bank card. She pinched Xu Ke's cheek, raising an eyebrow. A jaunty smile touched her lips. "Whatever you want. Just swipe it."
Xu Ke froze.
A mont later, he erupted in anger. "Fuck, I don't want this kind of compensation!"
***
After leaving the hotel, Xu Ke and Wong Qifu only took Wang Wu and Lin Qinghua with them.
Once they reached Haojing, there was no need for a large entourage. Having too many people around would only draw unwanted attention, so they planned to travel light.
Wang Wu, driving the car the hotel had prepared, asked, "Miss, are we going to Qingxin Pavilion?"
"Yes, Mister Mu said he'll be waiting for us there." Wong Qifu nodded. She glanced at Xu Ke, who was sighing beside her, and poked the firm muscle at his waist. "Act normal."
"I'm miserable. I feel like I've been insulted by money. I can't act normal," Xu Ke said, slumping in his seat dejectedly.
"Stop talking nonsense."
"I'm telling the truth."
"Oh, get lost," Wong Qifu scoffed, turning to look out the window.
But she caught sight of Xu Ke's utterly dejected expression in her peripheral vision and couldn't bring herself to ignore him. Her slender hand reached out to take his, and she tentatively scratched his palm.
Xu Ke didn't react.
Wong Qifu scratched it again.
Xu Ke still didn't react.
Wong Qifu scratched once more.
This ti, as if venting his frustration, Xu Ke snatched her hand back. Her skin, as smooth as fine jade, was cool and pleasant to the touch. He squeezed and caressed it wantonly several tis, making Wong Qifu blush. She glanced furtively toward Wang Wu and Lin Qinghua in the front seats. Seeing they weren't paying attention, she was about to say sothing to Xu Ke.
But before Wong Qifu could speak, Xu Ke locked his hand onto hers in a vice grip, tightly interlocking their fingers.
Then, the two of them, both still looking out their windows, couldn't help but smile.
"Childish!"
The elderly couple in the driver's and passenger seats pursed their lips, trying not to laugh out loud.
***
「Qingxin Pavilion.」
The four of them arrived on the 28th floor. Wang Wu and Lin Qinghua remained outside while Xu Ke and Wong Qifu approached a glass door.
A sign was hanging on the door: [Mister Mu].
"So it really is just Mister Mu? No real na?" Xu Ke was taken aback.
"I already told you his real na is unknown!" Wong Qifu retorted.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
"Is that you, Qi Fu? Co in," a gentle, warm voice of a middle-aged woman called out.
"Mister Mu, it's us. We're coming in," Wong Qifu responded, pulling Xu Ke into the room.
Xu Ke froze when he heard the voice, astonishnt rising in his heart.
Mister Mu is a woman?
Stepping inside, Xu Ke saw that the room's furnishings were surprisingly simple. A square desk sat in the center, surrounded by several scattered rosewood chairs. By the window, the curtains were tied in a simple knot. Sunlight, dissected by the outdoor air conditioning unit and the security bars, scattered across the floor in flecks of gold.
Looking at the beautiful woman in green robes smiling faintly from behind the desk, Xu Ke was stunned.
She really is a woman!
What surprised Xu Ke even more was her youthful appearance. Wong Qifu had told him that Mister Mu was at least seventy years old.
"Mister Mu, long ti no see!" Wong Qifu smiled. "This is my fiancé, Xu Ke."
"Hello, Mister Mu." Xu Ke nodded in greeting.
Mister Mu looked at Xu Ke, appraising him for a mont before remarking with a hint of sentintality, "In so ways, your deanor is quite similar to Ren Gu's."
"No wonder you two beca master and disciple!"
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