Chapter 34: Why Is He in My Room?
Ji Linye’s thumb brushed over Chen Bai’s trembling lips, his thumb pad lightly pressing against that soft red.
His lips had landed there just now; it was very sweet.
“Continue.” His voice was low and hoarse. He had already grabbed Chen Bai’s wrist, guiding his hand to press against his heart—the heartbeat under the shirt was heavy and fast, burning Chen Bai’s palm through the fabric.
Chen Bai’s fingertips curled slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Confirm with your hand…” His voice was swallowed by Ji Linye’s kiss, becoming almost inaudible, “…the texture and temperature.”
Ji Linye tore open two buttons.
The moment his palm touched the skin directly, Chen Bai wanted to pull back like he’d been electrocuted, but he was held down firmly.
“Can you feel it?” Ji Linye leaned in and asked by his ear. “The temperature written in the letter.”
Chen Bai’s eyelashes trembled violently. He tried to move his fingertips, and immediately heard a suppressed gasp from above his head.
“Next sentence.” Ji Linye bit his reddening earlobe. “Read it all.”
“I don’t want to… tonight…” Chen Bai’s voice was intermittent because Ji Linye’s hand had already pulled out the hem of his shirt. “I don’t want… to sleep alone.”
—
Inside the Dean’s office at Mary Hospital.
Fu Yue was in a good mood; all the misunderstandings had been cleared up.
“You didn’t drive,” Pei Luomian’s voice was gentle. “I’ll take you to the hotel; I happen to be going back too.”
Fu Yue nodded.
Pei Luomian’s white Land Rover drove steadily into the underground garage of the “Lanting International Apartment Hotel.”
On the way, a system prompt arrived late.
[Ding! “Ji Linye & Chen Bai CP” relationship has reached a new high, Host’s mission completed.]
[Host, this time the main CP’s emotional surge has exceeded expectations, system rewards are being distributed…]
[Congratulations Host for obtaining a one-time item: Memory Fragment Restoration Agent x1]
Fu Yue was very curious when he heard the name of the reward.
“System, what is this item for?”
[Description: Can restore a memory of Fu Yue not mentioned in the original work to strengthen the character setting. This item is one-time use, please use it discreetly.]
Fu Yue pondered for a while, feeling that this reward was a bit useless.
He only needed to help the novel’s main CP; as for his own character setting, as long as he maintained the baseline, it was fine.
Well, even mosquito legs are meat; no rush to use it.
While Fu Yue was thinking, his feet had already stepped into the hotel lobby.
A lobby manager wearing a suit greeted him from a distance.
“Mr. Fu Yue, here is your room card. Your room is on the 32nd floor.”
The lobby manager smiled, handing a room card to Fu Yue with both hands, not bothering him to handle the check-in process personally.
“The service at this hotel is a bit too much,” Fu Yue whispered to Pei Luomian beside him.
“Most of the people living here are elites from nearby, and quite a few are doctors from Mary Hospital,” Pei Luomian explained generously. “It’s normal for the service to be a bit more attentive. Stay here without worry.”
The two of them walked into the elevator together, and Fu Yue pressed the button for the top floor.
He noticed that Pei Luomian didn’t press anything, so he looked over curiously.
A smile hung on the corner of Pei Luomian’s mouth. “I also live on the top floor.”
“In the car just now, you talked to me about movies—is that a psychological technique? Trying to make me lower my guard so I’d tell you everything?” Fu Yue couldn’t help but ask.
The elevator doors opened. The top-floor hallway was very quiet, with only two doors on either side.
At the same time, downstairs from the beautiful building of the “Lanting International Apartment Hotel,” a black Rolls-Royce was parked.
The windows were tightly closed, making it impossible to see the person inside.
At this moment, Ji Hanmo was sitting in the back seat, occasionally lifting his gaze to look at those two windows on the top floor of the hotel that were lighting up one by one.
An hour ago, at the penthouse duplex in Yushui Bay. Ji Hanmo had returned home to an empty living room.
He loosened his tie, tossed it casually on the sofa, and glanced at the clock on the wall. The second hand ticked past eleven…
Until the midnight bell was about to ring, that familiar figure never appeared.
He put down the tablet he was using to handle official business and picked up his phone.
He looked at the chat interface with Fu Yue.
He typed a few words but then pressed the delete key.
He closed the chat interface and moved his gaze back to the tablet, which was displaying a “Future One-Year Overseas Development Plan” submitted by Ji Linye.
Ji Hanmo took a few looks, reached out to unlock his phone again, and dialed Ji Linye’s number.
The call was quickly connected, but Ji Linye’s voice was a bit hoarse.
Ji Hanmo casually asked about a few data points from the report, and Ji Linye answered them one by one.
Ji Hanmo heard another breathing sound from the other end of the phone.
“Did things get figured out?” Ji Hanmo asked nonchalantly.
“It’s all clear now; a big misunderstanding.” Ji Linye’s voice sounded like he was in a good mood.
“Oh,” Ji Hanmo paused. “By the way, where is Fu Yue? Where did you leave him after you finished talking?”
“Him…” Ji Linye stopped for a few seconds, his tone becoming weird. “He seems to be looking for a place to stay tonight; Dean Pei recommended a hotel to him.”
The call ended, and Ji Hanmo’s expression was hard to read.
“Chairman, do we need to park the car in Lanting’s parking lot?” The driver’s words pulled Ji Hanmo’s thoughts back.
He shifted his gaze away from the hotel’s top floor, slowly letting it dim.
“Let’s go back,” he said to the driver.
The car lights streaked across the night as the black Rolls-Royce drove further and further away.
At this moment, Pei Luomian and Fu Yue were walking side-by-side along the hallway toward the guest rooms.
Regarding Fu Yue’s question just now, Pei Luomian didn’t give a direct answer but instead said, “Actually, I’m more interested in your movie reviews.”
Fu Yue stopped asking. He swiped the door open with his room card and said goodbye to Pei Luomian.
The room was very large, with a spacious living room and an open kitchen.
There was also an independent study and a bedroom.
Fu Yue threw himself onto the large, soft bed, sighing from the bottom of his heart, “A life of making money and getting off work is just so simple and wonderful.”
He rolled around on the big, comfortable bed, but it wasn’t enough.
He got up, his gaze drawn to a shimmering reflection of light outside the terrace.
Pushing open the glass door, an infinity pool shrouded in moonlight was revealed.
“As expected of a penthouse suite,” Fu Yue thought. “It actually comes with a private infinity pool.”
He didn’t hesitate to take a shower in the bathroom, then stepped into the pool.
The cool water wrapped around his body, perfectly countering his slightly high body temperature.
The sense of joy in Fu Yue’s heart soared.
At this moment, in the lobby on the first floor, the hotel’s general manager, Luo Te, was walking around his “territory” with his hands behind his back.
The lobby manager followed behind him.
“Is everything arranged upstairs?” Luo Te asked.
The lobby manager nodded and bowed. “Manager Luo, rest assured, everything has been settled. Dean Pei personally gave instructions; how could I dare to be negligent?”
“Mhm.” Luo Te nodded with satisfaction, then remembered something. “Is the penthouse heated pool turned on?”
“It’s already been filled with warm water according to Dean Pei’s wishes. The outdoor heating system is also fully turned on.”
Luo Te nodded with satisfaction.
“Manager Luo, this Mr. Fu that Dean Pei brought today… what exactly is his background?” The lobby manager inquired in a low voice.
Luo Te glanced at him. “You don’t even know this one? That’s the young master of the Fu family.”
“The Fu family’s young master?” The lobby manager was stunned.
He knew the guest was named Fu Yue, but he hadn’t dared to connect it to the identity of the Fu family’s young master.
“Isn’t that the famous… troublemaker from Haicheng? Doesn’t Director Pei hate playboys the most?”
He paused, a look of suspicion on his face. “Manager Luo, that infinity pool on the top floor connects the east and west suites. Because Dean Pei often stays in the east suite, the west suite has never been open for reservations. Did Dean Pei get possessed today?”
“Possessed my ass!” Luo Te scolded him.
The lobby manager immediately took a humble learning posture. “Please guide me, Manager Luo.”
Luo Te straightened his tie and spoke in the tone of someone who had been through a lot: “Times change. Young Master Fu has his career going now, and even the Ji Group looks upon him with favor.”
He looked at the lobby manager’s uncomprehending face and sighed:
“For some people, if you particularly hated them in the past, it might have been because of ‘tough love.’ Now that this Young Master Fu is sensible and mature—without a comparison, it’s fine, but with the past as a contrast, one only feels he is even more excellent and dazzling now.”
“Let me put it this way,” Luo Te used his finger to tap the lobby manager’s chest. “From 0 to 100 points, what’s the difference?”
“100 points,” the lobby manager answered honestly.
“But from negative 100 points to 100 points, what’s the distance between them? That’s 200 points! The attraction is doubled! You idiot, do you understand now?”
The lobby manager nodded repeatedly after being enlightened by this “logic.”
Just then, Luo Te’s sharp gaze focused on a figure walking through the revolving door.
The expression on his face instantly switched from hotel general manager to “gold-medal greeter,” and he strode forward to meet him.
“Chairman Ji! What wind has blown you here?”
The person arriving was indeed Ji Hanmo, dressed in a black overcoat.
Ji Hanmo’s expression was cold at the moment as he merely gave a slight nod. “I’m here to see Dean Pei.”
Seeing this, Luo Te asked carefully, “Did you and Dean Pei agree to meet in the lounge downstairs, or will you talk in the room?”
Ji Hanmo’s gaze wavered slightly for a moment before he spoke decisively: “In the room.”
“Alright, alright!” Luo Te didn’t notice anything wrong at all. Naturally, he wouldn’t think that the Chairman of the Ji Group would do something like showing up uninvited.
He bent over and made a “please” gesture, personally leading the way. “I’ll take you upstairs.”
At this moment, on the 32nd floor.
Fu Yue had soaked in the pool for a long time and had seen enough of the night view, so he decided to get out and return to his room.
He casually wrapped a bath towel around his waist and pushed open the door to “return to the room.”
But the moment he stepped in, he felt something was slightly off.
Had the scent of the aromatherapy in the room changed?
It was no longer the standard fresh citrus scent of the hotel he had smelled earlier, but a colder scent, like medicinal herbs…
The carpet under his feet seemed softer than before.
When did those two blue lumbar pillows appear on the sofa in the living room?
Fu Yue shook his head, guessing that room service must have come while he was at the pool.
He yawned, preparing to go straight to bed and lie like a corpse.
Just then, ding-dong—
The doorbell rang.
Fu Yue was stunned.
“Who’s bothering this young master’s sleep so late?” Fu Yue complained in his heart, preparing to walk over and open the door.
Just as he had taken two steps toward the door, the bathroom door inside the suite opened with a click.
Pei Luomian walked out from the curling mist.
“Why is he in my room?” Fu Yue was inwardly astonished.
Pei Luomian was clearly in the middle of a shower when he heard the doorbell.
At this moment, there was still shampoo foam on his head, and he only had a pure white towel wrapped around his waist. His sturdy chest and abdominal muscles were well-defined, and his hair was constantly dripping water.
He didn’t see Fu Yue behind him and walked straight to the door, grabbing the handle.
Click.
The door was opened.
Pei Luomian looked at Ji Hanmo standing outside the door, his face covered in frost.
However, Ji Hanmo’s gaze moved past him.
His eyes were fixed on the person behind Pei Luomian—there stood another Fu Yue, also only wrapped in a towel, with wet hair and a look of dazed confusion.
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