The young couple finally reunited.

At 6:30, Nanqi arrived at the Vance Hotel for work. Those with lower positions would call her Sister Qi. The employees here are generally in their teens or twenties, and those in their twenties are considered "old" employees, so she deserves the title of "sister" not only because of her position but also because of her age.

As soon as Nanqi entered the office, Cui Yingying came over, looking rather dazed.

"Sister Qi, guess what I brought you?" Cui Yingying said with a grin.

Nanqi shrugged, unconvinced, and said, "What else could you possibly bring? More cookies made by your mom, right?"

After Cui Yingying joined Vance, she and Nan Qi became dining buddies. The two often ordered takeout together. Since Cui Yingying's mother was a great cook, she often brought her mother's cooking to share with Nan Qi.

Nanqi always kept the accounts very clear. If they ordered takeout, they would split the bill. If they ate food that Cui Yingying brought from home, she would give her a discount. Every time she gave Cui Yingying money, she would be very unhappy. Nanqi said that Cui Yingying was young and didn't earn much money, so she couldn't bear to take advantage of her.

So, Cui Yingying would occasionally bring over some snacks made by her mother, and Nanqi wouldn't argue with her about these inexpensive things.

"It's not a cookie, and it's not food. I guarantee you'll love it when you see it!"

Nanqi looked her up and down with a skeptical look and said, "I don't even know what it is that I like so much."

With a bright smile, Cui Yingying excitedly showed off the birthday paper that Song Zhao had written for Nan Qi, waving it lightly in front of her. "Ta-da! It's Song Siwei's autograph! I got it especially for you!"

Nanqi's eyes widened suddenly, her pupils filled with disbelief. She took the colored paper with both hands, her fingertips trembling slightly. It was indeed Song Zhao's handwriting.

"How about that? Aren't you excited? Surprised?!"

Nanqi's throat trembled slightly, and after a long while, she whispered, "Um... thank you, Yingying."

Nanqi carefully folded the autographed paper as if it were a precious treasure and put it into her inner pocket. Curious, she asked, "How did you get this autograph?"

"You missed the chance to meet your idol because you didn't come during the day. Our hotel hired her as a spokesperson, and she came here this afternoon to film."

Nanqi looked up eagerly and asked, "Has she finished filming?"

"Okay, we're done filming."

“…Oh…” The light in Nanqi’s eyes dimmed instantly, and a trace of melancholy flashed across her eyes.

However, in front of Cui Yingying, she quickly hid her disappointment and put on her usual signature smile, "I have to go now. Thank you for the gift. I'll definitely treat you to a meal another day."

“Great! I’ll decide on the location,” Qiu Yingying said excitedly.

"Yes, no problem."

After Cui Yingying left, Nanqi went to the monitoring room.

"How was today? Nothing went wrong, right?" Nanqi asked the security guard on duty.

Long Ping said smugly, "No, it was just that when the big star came over, it caused a little chaos, but we handled it all easily."

Nanqi felt a pang of jealousy, thinking to herself: How come everyone except me saw it!

"Did you go to solve the problem, or did you just go and join the fun?"

"Of course, we're here to solve the problem, boss. We were just acting as her protectors for a moment. As soon as she came in, we immediately went back to our posts!"

The other people on the day shift also quickly agreed.

"Alright, it's almost time. You guys need to hand over your shift quickly," Nanqi said to Long Ping and the other two security guards.

"Hehe, boss, let's go then."

"Um."

Hurry up and leave, I really don't want to see you.

Nanqi stayed in the monitoring room for a while, feeling extremely agitated. Seeing that everything was alright there, she went back to her office.

She slumped onto the computer desk, her upper body limp, scrolling through the photo album on her phone. Memories of the two of them surfaced one by one, and the pain of longing instantly permeated every cell of her body.

God, are you deliberately torturing me? Do you think I haven't been punished enough, or do you think I don't deserve to see her?

Around 11 p.m., Nanqi suddenly heard Zhang Jun's voice through her earpiece: "Boss, boss, there seems to be a situation over here."

Nanqi composed herself, quickly regained her composure, and rushed into the monitoring room.

Zhang Jun zoomed in on the image and said, "Look, there are two men in black suits supporting a woman. She seems to be drunk, and she's clinging to the elevator door."

"Hmm, why does this woman look kind of familiar..."

The two men's bodies completely blocked the woman's face in the elevator; all that could be seen were her hands gripping the elevator door tightly and a section of her slender leg peeking out from under her skirt.

Even so, the sudden contraction of her heart made Nanqi recognize her at a glance. Yes, it was Song Zhao!

"Quick! Turn on the elevator surveillance!" Nanqi said nervously, her voice trembling involuntarily. Her heart suddenly pounded wildly, pounding painfully in her chest, as if it would burst out of her body.

"The other party dragged the girl inside and pressed the button for the 5th floor."

"I'll go over first. Please check the room number and tell me through the intercom."

As Nanqi spoke, she ran over and took the staff elevator, which took her straight to the fifth floor.

"Sister Qi, the other party has entered room 501. Should we go over there?"

"One of you continue to keep an eye on the surveillance cameras, the rest of you go to the hotel entrance. We absolutely cannot let these two get away. The security guard on the fifth floor, wait outside room 501." Nan Qi spoke very quickly, but in an orderly manner.

"yes."

"Sis, should we call the police?"

"Wait for my notification."

After Nanqi finished speaking on the walkie-talkie, the elevator arrived at the fifth floor. When she arrived at 501, the security guard on duty on the fifth floor, Ge Hongbo, had also arrived. "I'll go in first, and then you can come in."

"yes."

Just as Ge Hongbo was about to swipe his room card, the door opened on its own.

Two men in black suits walked out one after the other. The man in front was tall and had a fierce expression. He asked, "What are you trying to do?!"

Nanqi suppressed her racing heart and swept her gaze across the two men with piercing eyes. "Our hotel's surveillance cameras captured you forcibly dragging a woman into a room. We suspect a kidnapping."

The two men exchanged a glance. The man who had spoken earlier calmly said, "We are Miss Song's bodyguards. She had drunk too much, and we escorted her here to rest according to her instructions. Now that we've delivered her, we're leaving."

The other man had a gentle appearance and a slightly effeminate air. Although he was physically strong, his voice was soft and gentle. "Yes, you're not going to stop us from leaving, are you?"

Nanqi ignored the two of them, knocked on the door, and said, "Hello, ma'am, do you need any help?"

There was no response from inside. She knocked on the door again. "Hello?"

Just then, a voice, clearly slurred with drunkenness, came from inside the room: "I'm going to sleep..."

The man standing behind said, "Now, can we leave?"

Nanqi stared at the two people with a forced smile, "Excuse me, please take care."

After the two men in black walked out of the fifth-floor corridor, Nanqi immediately said into the walkie-talkie, "Take those two men to the front desk to register, and then let them out."

"Sister Qi, shall we still go?"

"Wait a minute."

Song Zhao was led into the room by two men in black and thrown onto the sofa. She slightly opened her eyes and saw that it was Zheng Shiqiu. Song Zhao quickly understood his intentions. If only the two of them were left in the room, things would be much simpler for her. When the two men in black left, she was still pretending to be drunk and unconscious.

Zheng Shiqiu stared at her lecherously, and for a fleeting moment, he felt a flutter in his heart.

Song Zhao's drunken state was truly alluring. The alcohol made her already radiant face appear even more alluring, and her fair and translucent skin was tinged with a touch of pink. Her soft and charming curves lay limply on the sofa, making one's mouth water.

He approached Song Zhao step by step, wanting to carry her to the bed and enjoy her.

Song Zhao felt the light outside his eyelids dimming, so he immediately stretched and punched Zheng Shiqiu hard in the front teeth. Zheng Shiqiu covered his mouth and was about to cry out in pain when there was a knock on the door. Neither of them made a sound until the second knock. Song Zhao then pretended to be woken up and said, "I'm going to sleep."

Once there was no more movement outside the door, Song Zhao pretended to be drunk again and lay flat on the sofa. Zheng Shiqiu looked at her bulging breasts and his lust was aroused again. He completely forgot the pain in his teeth, loosened his belt and straddled Song Zhao, looking like he was going to do it on the sofa.

Song Zhao immediately bent her knee and kicked him hard in his groin. The alcohol reduced her strength, but it only hurt the spot without causing serious damage. This time, the pain was obviously more intense than before, causing Zheng Shiqiu to scream in pain. As he fell to the ground, his pants slipped down.

At this moment, Song Zhao turned over and glanced at him, then felt so disgusted that she vomited all the food and drinks from the banquet onto him.

Nanqi was also startled by Zheng Shiqiu's shout and said to Ge Junbo, "Wait outside for a moment, and come in when I call you."

She swiped her card and rushed inside. Upon hearing the door open, Song Zhao reverted to his drunken state, lying on the sofa with his eyes closed. Zheng Shiqiu, both in pain and anger, broke free from the restraints of his trousers, stood up angrily, and lunged at Song Zhao, only to be caught by Nan Qi. Nan Qi immediately stepped forward and struck him on the back of the neck with a slap. With a thud, Zheng Shiqiu collapsed to the ground.

"Go call the infirmary," Nanqi said into the walkie-talkie. Looking at Song Zhao lying on the sofa, she called out worriedly, "Zhao Zhao, Zhao Zhao."

Song Zhao vaguely heard a familiar voice, raised his eyelids in disbelief, and blinked, "Nanqi...?"

“It’s me.” Nanqi smiled through her tears. “Don’t be afraid, I’ll take you home.” Nanqi picked her up and carried her away from the hotel.

Song Zhao didn't say where she was going, so Nan Qi decided to take her to her small rented room first. Song Zhao was still a little drunk, and she leaned against Nan Qi's chest and fell asleep peacefully.

Upon arriving at the rented room, Song Zhao lay on the bed, mumbling that she was hot, her right hand haphazardly pulling at her skirt. Nan Qi quickly moved the electric fan over and turned it on for her, then helped her take off her skirt. Her underwear was also uncomfortable, and she groaned, so Nan Qi simply took off all her clothes.

Nanqi gently patted her back and coaxed, "Go to sleep."

"Hug me," Song Zhao said, raising her arms and acting coquettishly.

"Um?"

"Hug me to sleep."

"good."

"Hug me to sleep."

"Um."