Cheng Qingchong had signed a non-competition contract when she entered ST Empire, so she could not return to a similar field for two years after her departure. Thus, she avoided personal assistant roles as a choice when she did her resu. Cheng Qingchong graduated from a good university with great results, and her first job after graduation was ST Empire, so her resu was golden.
The current Cheng Qingchong was similar to the Cheng Qingchong who had just left university, with almost zero money in her savings account. Beijing was a city with high living costs, so without waiting for it, Cheng Qingchong jumped at the hotel manager post offered by ’Four Seasons’ because they offered her the highest pay.
Cheng Qingchong’s daily life was work on top of work; she shared the schedule with another hotel manager. For the first month of her new work, she was assigned the graveyard shift, but in the second month, she got the day shift.
Ti flew, and soon, the third month arrived, and she once more returned to the night shift. Beijing had started to enter spring. As the manager, Cheng Qingchong only needed to handle guests who ordered the presidential suite.
The presidential suites at Four Seasons were separated according to different levels as well. Many rooms were not open to the public and reserved for special individuals, like Room 8888 was always reserved for her forr Big Boss, Su Zhinian.
Of course, there were a few presidential suites that were bookable by the public, but due to the high asking price, most of the ti, they would be vacant.
Cheng Qingchong arrived at work at around 7 pm. After a simple dinner, she changed into the hotel uniform and took over the shift from the other manager. Then, she was inford there would be a VIP guest arriving at 9 pm that night for Room 1111.
Cheng Qingchong, as hotel manager, would need to personally welco the VIP guests. At 8:50 pm, she ca down from her top floor office and waited in the lobby.
At 9:10 pm, a race car slowed to a stop before the hotel entrance. The valet rushed to get the door and a foreign gentleman ca down.
All the guests who booked the presidential suites would need to first send in their identity docunts for verification. Cheng Qingchong lowered her head to glance at the picture attached to her work file and after confirming this was her guest, she walked forward and used her best working manner to greet him in English, "Welco Mr. Smith. I’m the hotel manager, Cheng Qingchong. Welco to Four Seasons."
"Nice to et you, Miss Cheng," Mr. Smith extended his hand to Cheng Qingchong and replied in fluent Chinese.
Despite her surprise, Cheng Qingchong maintained a professional smile on her face. She shook Mr. Smith’s hand politely. She was about to usher Mr. Smith into the lobby when the car Mr. Smith just got out from opened once more, and another man stepped down from it.
Cheng Qingchong turned toward it unconsciously, and when she saw the man, her brain stopped working.
It was Qin Yinan whom he had not seen for a long ti.
Cheng Qingchong’s heart squeezed, and the words he had once told her repeated in her mind, "So please, Miss Cheng, from now onwards, stay as far away from as you can..."
If this was any other situation, she would have escaped instantly, but that was impossible; she was on duty to serve Mr. Smith.
Cheng Qingchong gripped the file in her hand and tried to keep the smile on her face as best she could. When Qin Yinan straightened himself, she waved at the lobby, saying, "Mr. Smith, please."
Following Cheng Qingchong’s voice, Qin Yinan’s gaze moved to fall on her face.
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