Chapter 11: “Didn’t Sleep, Miss You”
Halfway through packing his things, his phone rang.
Chen Wei reached for it, intending to answer.
However, the call was disconnected just a second before he could pick up.
Glancing at the caller ID, Chen Wei rolled his eyes in annoyance.
What kind of game was Zhou Sijin playing now?
Speechless, he tossed the phone aside and continued packing.
On the other end of the line, Zhou Sijin was left in a state of inexplicable gloom and confusion.
He had made the call; logically, Chen Wei should have seen the photo by now, right?
Why hadn’t he replied?
Zhou Sijin turned off the hotel’s Wi-Fi and switched back to his own mobile data.
The message interface remained still.
Zhou Sijin toggled Airplane Mode on, waited thirty seconds, and then turned it off again.
Once the signal returned, he opened WeChat and pulled down to refresh.
The chat screen was still a total blank.
After a pause, Zhou Sijin finally realized something was wrong!
Damn it!
Was Chen Wei doing this on purpose?
It seemed the “canary” had grown strong wings; he actually dared to ignore messages and openly go against him.
Yet, Zhou Sijin couldn’t for the life of him figure out what Chen Wei was angry about.
Naturally, he couldn’t bring himself to lower his pride and ask.
Unable to make sense of it, Zhou Sijin simply stopped thinking about it.
Since the person on the bed couldn’t provide any useful value, there was no point in keeping him around.
Zhou Sijin pressed the intercom button next to the sofa.
Before long.
The hotel’s General Manager and the General Manager of Borai Company were both gathered in the room.
The two managers were trembling with fear, their waists bent so low they nearly touched the floor.
They truly couldn’t understand how someone could be so suicidal as to try to scheme against Zhou Sijin.
A hotel floor supervisor carefully tugged at her General Manager’s sleeve:
“Manager, the person on the bed doesn’t look like one of our hotel staff.”
The Manager felt as if he had caught a lifeline. “Are you sure?”
The supervisor nodded vigorously.
With those looks, who would be willing to work as a cleaner in a hotel?
Moreover, their cleaning staff didn’t have anyone that young.
Seeing her own boss’s respectful attitude toward the man on the sofa, she guessed he must be some formidable big shot.
The one on the bed was likely some “thing” from who-knows-where trying to climb into a bed.
She raised her head to glance at the person’s face again, trying to see if she could discern anything else to help distance the hotel from this mess.
After staring for a minute, the supervisor’s eyes suddenly widened as if she remembered something. She pointed at Xin Xing on the bed and stuttered:
“You… aren’t you that Xin—”
As soon as the word “Xin” escaped her lips, she reacted quickly and shut her mouth.
However, her words had already drawn the attention of everyone present.
Unanimously, they turned their gazes toward her.
Knowing she had misspoken, the supervisor lowered her head tightly, her lips pressed together, not daring to utter another word.
“Finish it,” Zhou Sijin said flatly.
The ruthless tone made the female supervisor subconsciously shudder.
“Xin… Xin Xing. He’s that celebrity who’s been exploding in popularity recently, Xin Xing.”
Hearing this, Zhou Sijin’s brows furrowed deeply.
“Xin Xing?”
Before Zhou Sijin could say anything, the Borai General Manager seemed to have figured something out.
He quickly pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and began his own verification process.
His subordinates worked efficiently; in less than ten minutes, the manager Yu Shan and that so-called supervisor were brought before Zhou Sijin.
The moment Xin Xing saw Yu Shan kneeling on the floor, he knew deep down that he was completely finished.
He had truly “tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice.”
Not only had he failed to win Zhou Sijin’s favor, but he had also thrown away his entire future.
He pulled back the blanket, intending to get off the bed and beg Zhou Sijin for mercy.
But before he could move, Zhou Sijin commanded with narrowed eyes:
“Cover back up.”
The voice was quiet, but it carried immense deterrence.
Xin Xing was scared to tears and hurriedly pulled the blanket back over his body.
Zhou Sijin stood up. As he passed by the General Manager, he casually dropped a sentence:
“Your people—handle them yourself.”
The General Manager nodded repeatedly in agreement.
In the eyes of others, it was unbelievable that Zhou Sijin was being so easygoing.
But only the General Manager knew that the unsaid second half of Zhou Sijin’s sentence was:
“If you don’t handle it well, then don’t blame me for handling you.”
The moment Zhou Sijin’s figure completely disappeared from the room, the General Manager, who had been smiling and apologetic just moments ago, completely changed his expression.
Fuming with rage, he stepped forward and kicked the supervisor, cursing loudly, “You idiot!”
God damn it!
He was nearly killed by this stupid pig!
The Manager’s chest heaved with anger. A discerning subordinate stepped forward and asked how to deal with the three people in the room.
The General Manager looked at the trio and snorted coldly with narrowed eyes:
“Don’t they like climbing into beds? Then let the three of them climb around this room to their heart’s content tonight.”
After saying that, he gave a look to his subordinate.
The subordinate understood immediately.
The General Manager turned and left, and the subordinate began to clear the room of onlookers.
Once only Xin Xing, Yu Shan, and the supervisor were left…
The subordinate first lit some incense in the room and then stealthily placed a pinhole camera in an inconspicuous spot. Only then did he close the door and leave with satisfaction.
Because it was already very late, Zhou Sijin didn’t leave the hotel. After accepting the hotel’s arrangements, he moved to a different room.
Sitting down in the new room, he held his phone level with the ground, used the rear camera to take a photo of himself, and sent it to Chen Wei.
Attached text:
[Didn’t sleep, miss you.]
Chen Wei received Zhou Sijin’s message just before entering the bathroom.
He saw the photo he sent and the text attached.
“Psychopath,” Chen Wei cursed in his mind.
Why hadn’t he known Zhou Sijin had this kind of hobby before?
Chen Wei:
[???]
After replying with three question marks, Chen Wei tossed his phone onto the bed and went into the bathroom.
When he came out, he saw a message Zhou Sijin had sent ten minutes ago:
[Come find me.]
Below was the address of a hotel.
As self-righteous as ever.
Chen Wei threw the phone aside and ignored him, planning to continue his own business.
Halfway through walking away, he thought about it. He didn’t want to make the relationship too strained, so he eventually returned to the bedside, picked up the phone, and replied.
[The crew is having a gathering, a wrap-up party specifically for me. I can’t leave.]
To make his words seem more credible, Chen Wei fished out a photo from a previous gathering in his album and sent it to Zhou Sijin.
He thought that after seeing this, Zhou Sijin would settle down for a while, but who would have expected Zhou Sijin to ignore it completely?
He sent a message threatening Chen Wei:
[Director Zhang’s movie.]
“…” Chen Wei angrily turned off the phone.
Half an hour later, Chen Wei appeared punctually in Zhou Sijin’s hotel room.
Zhou Sijin was very satisfied with his performance.
He originally wanted to use this opportunity to give Chen Wei some foreplay, making up for the regret back in the CEO’s office.
But the moment he opened the door and the two of them met…
Without a second word, Chen Wei grabbed the collar of his robe and began to bite his lips.
While biting him, he didn’t forget to use his other hand to unbutton his own clothes.
The corners of Zhou Sijin’s lips curled up slightly.
See?
No matter how much of a tantrum he threw, in the end, wasn’t he still held firmly in his grasp?
Translator’s Note:
- Canary (金絲雀 – Jīnsīquè): A common term in C-novels for a kept lover who lives a life of luxury but lacks freedom, much like a bird in a gilded cage.
- “Trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice” (偷雞不成蝕把米): A Chinese idiom meaning to start out with the intention of gaining an advantage but ending up suffering a loss instead.
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