You fucking have a death wish!

It was around 9 p.m. when Jiang Songhe carried Kun Ji'en out of the bar. Normally, it would only take about 20 minutes to walk from the alley to the main road of Tang Street, but with their height and long legs, it would only take them faster.

Unfortunately, Kun Ji'en was already completely drunk, and his heavy, muscular body was pressing down on Jiang Songhe's shoulders. He was gesturing wildly and making a fuss with his hands and feet, which annoyed Jiang Songhe so much that he stopped several times and wanted to just throw him into the alley.

After carrying him for a while and resting occasionally, it took Jiang Songhe nearly two hours to get Kun Ji'en onto the main road.

It's not easy to flag down a taxi for a drunkard. Jiang Songhe gestured from the roadside, but was ignored for half an hour before one taxi finally stopped.

He thought he'd just stuffed the person in the car and that would be the end of it, but then Kun Ji'en pulled another stunt—

The Tang Dynasty Hotel gave him the room key of all times, with only twenty minutes left on the validity period. Even when he was drunk, that bastard was still petty and couldn't let go of his vengeful heart. Jiang Songhe really regretted her quick tongue, for saying such nonsense about "drinking the wedding wine in advance."

He shoved the room key into his hand, rolled up the car window, and drove off, leaving him no room to consider whether he wanted to accept it or not.

Fortunately, the Tang Dynasty Hotel is relatively close to Tang Street. At this time, taking a taxi is quick, but the waiting time is longer. Jiang Songhe had no choice but to walk there. After rushing, he finally entered the lobby of the Tang Dynasty Hotel at 11:52.

After catching his breath for three minutes at the door, at 11:55, Jiang Songhe managed to maintain his composure and went to the front desk.

Kun Ji'en didn't clarify whether it was a "legitimate stay" or a "secret stay." Jiang Songhe simply handed the room key to the receptionist without saying much, intending to observe their reaction before taking further action.

"Good evening..." The receptionist smiled as she took the room key, and Jiang Songhe unconsciously perked up his ears to listen. "Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Songhe secretly breathed a sigh of relief; he really couldn't do things secretly.

"Mr. Jiang Songhe, let me confirm with you again that you were Mr. Silange La's personal assistant, and at 23:58 on January 6, 2026, you confirmed the check-in for the Tang Dynasty Hotel's rooftop sky garden twin suite, which was arranged by Xingxiu, is that correct?"

Jiang Songhe cursed Kun Ji'en as a grandson in his heart again, then forced a smile through gritted teeth and squeezed out a "yes".

"Okay, we have activated your card access for the elevator and suite. We wish you a pleasant stay."

Jiang Songhe initially wanted to say, "I'll just come and take a look today, I don't necessarily have to stay," but then he thought, "I'm already a 'life assistant,' why should people care whether I stay tonight or not?" So he took the room key and headed straight for the elevator.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, several men in maintenance uniforms came out of the car, carrying toolboxes and chatting. Jiang Songhe waited until the car was empty before stepping in and pressing the close and top floor buttons.

Jiang Songhe overheard the conversation, which was about installing infrared human detection devices outside all the windows of the rooms to protect the safety of the contestants and others.

He nodded approvingly after hearing this, thinking that the talent show organizers were quite thorough, which increased his favorability towards them by 30%.

The elevator goes up and stops at the top floor; the car door opens.

No wonder it's called the "Sky Garden Twin Suites." The top floor layout revolves around a central atrium with a circular garden, featuring two symmetrical, one-to-one replicas of luxurious rooms. The exterior walls of the rooms are also adorned with a ring of tall, lush tropical flowers.

Compared to Jiang Songyun's single room in the Tang Dynasty Hotel, this place is like a paradise on earth.

Thinking that her younger brother had the opportunity to improve his accommodations, and that he could just take an elevator directly there, Jiang Songhe's fondness for the place skyrocketed by 50%.

Jiang Songhe circled the circular garden, staring at the walls, but couldn't find any clear room signs. So he went to the door of one of the rooms and studied it through the air.

It's already past midnight, and I don't even know if anyone's staying in room B. If I swipe my card rashly and make a mistake, the access control will most likely sound the alarm. If someone is staying there, not only will I disturb their rest, but since I'm a complete stranger, I'll probably be mistaken for a pervert stalking celebrities and arrested.

After a long day of running around, Jiang Songhe was exhausted and sleepy. He rested his hand under the door lamp by the wall and thought, maybe he should just give up today and go back to Guiman to sleep first, and then bring his and Songyun's luggage over when it gets light.

Just as he was thinking this, the base of the door lamp lit up, and the projection shone on the back of Jiang Songhe's hand under the lamp, showing an "A".

He subconsciously moved his hand away, letting the "A" be projected completely onto the wall. Then, in the same position as when he was "wall-slamming" with one hand, he bent down and looked up at the light source through the interlocking cutouts. It turned out that the house number was hidden in the motion sensor light.

Humorous, sophisticated.

Suddenly, the door to room A opened.

Before Jiang Songhe could even react to the fact that someone was in the room she was supposed to stay in, she was stunned by the scene before her.

A figure dressed in a red velvet nightgown slowly walked out of the door, the collar wide open, and a familiar fragrance wafted out. Then, a head of smooth silver hair gradually appeared from the shadows of the door crack.

"..."

Perhaps due to his poor mental state, coupled with the fact that he had a drink before coming here, Jiang Songhe stood frozen in place like a wooden doll. Jonathan walked straight into his wall-pinning range, and just as he was about to kiss him, he hurriedly jumped up to dodge.

Yesterday, I treated Jiang Songhe like he wasn't there, and we were supposed to never speak to each other again, right? What's with this stealth tactic again?

Jiang Songhe was a little angry: "What do you mean by this?"

Jonathan ignored Jiang Songhe's questioning and continued to move straight forward, crashing into Jiang Songhe.

Jiang Songhe frowned, and with the tip of her five fingers (the smallest contact area), she pushed Jonathan away from her chest, keeping an arm's length distance, and asked, "I'm asking you a question."

Jonathan stood firm against Jiang Songhe without flinching, his upper body stubbornly resisting, but his gaze had already shifted to Jiang Songhe's back.

Jiang Songhe stared at Jonathan's eyes for a while longer and suddenly realized that the man hadn't blinked.

He needed a special room key to get to the top floor, and he knew there was no one behind him without even turning around.

Jonathan's current state is exactly the same as when he was in the Vito a while ago, looking like a "porcelain doll without a battery".

The conversation between the repairmen who had come up earlier flashed into Jiang Songhe's mind, and he vaguely guessed what was going on. So he lowered his arm and stepped aside. Jonathan indeed walked past him, his feet unsteady as he walked toward the circular garden and began to circle around.

Jonah has sleepwalking disorder.

Therefore, TANG, as the investor of the star show, installed infrared detection devices outside the windows of all the rooms in the Tang Dynasty Hotel. Rather than protecting the contestants, it was more like extending their love to the top-tier artists' privacy and safety measures.

A muffled thud interrupted Jiang Songhe's reasoning. He looked in the direction of the sound and his heart jumped into his throat.

Jonathan had already reached the open space, and the "thud" was clearly the sound of someone climbing over the garden and kicking the glass railing with their knee.

Jiang Songhe rushed over, grabbed Jonathan's arm and pulled him back. He turned Jonathan to face him, his adrenaline surging and his blood rushing, making him momentarily forget the conclusion he had just deduced a few seconds earlier.

"Are you fucking crazy?! Are you out of your mind?!" he yelled at Jonathan, then gasped. He vaguely remembered that people in a sleepwalking state shouldn't be startled.

Jiang Songhe was truly terrified. His heart pounded like a drum in his ears, and a surge of anger coursed through his chest with nowhere to go. He pressed his tongue against his teeth and swallowed hard, but he couldn't stop the very soft "Damn" that squeezed out from between his teeth.

Jonathan was like a puppet, his upper body swaying a few times in Jiang Songhe's hands. Although he was not frightened awake, his pupils still dilated rapidly with the roar, and his eye sockets widened and became red, but he still did not blink.

Jiang Songhe dared not move, completely unsure of what to do next.

The two stared at each other for almost a minute before Jonathan suddenly made a move. As if threading a needle, he reached out and wrapped his arms around Jiang Songhe's neck through the gap between them, then slightly tiptoed and buried his face in the crook of her shoulder.

"..." Jiang Songhe's hands, which were originally clasped on his shoulders, had already loosened. As soon as Jonathan moved, his hands slid down along his back, turning into a stiff waist hug.

Shock didn't stop him from yawning. Jiang Songhe was so sleepy that he couldn't stand it anymore. He estimated his current mental state. If he didn't close his eyes and get back to sleep, he would probably fall off the building with the top star, let alone save him.

"Tsk, you'd better be an honest sleepwalker." Jiang Songhe sighed helplessly, bent down to scoop up Jonathan's legs, and carried him horizontally into room A.

Once inside the room, Jiang Songhe, looking exhausted, had completely lost the curiosity she had when she came out of the elevator because of the tall, adult man clinging to her. She had absolutely no interest in the layout, the decor, or the furnishings.

After successfully navigating through a maze-like environment and unlocking the kitchen, bathroom, and walk-in closet, the favorability rating kept dropping until it was almost zero. Finally, the bedroom appeared through the next door.

Jiang Songhe moved to the edge of the bed, bent down and first gently placed Jonathan's two legs on the bed with one hand. Then she used both hands to remove the two snake-like arms on her neck, gently, but without removing them.

I tried different angles and used all sorts of force, almost straining my back muscles, but I still couldn't break it apart.

Jiang Songhe pulled out his phone from inside his suit jacket. When he saw the glaring "2:39" on the screen, the tension in his mind snapped, and he suddenly lost all his strength and ability.

If I don't sleep soon, I'm really going to die from overwork.

Forget about cleanliness obsessions and OCD; at this moment, nothing is more important than sleep.

Jiang Songhe, without taking off his suit and leather shoes, used Jonathan's feet as the center and, with a human-shaped pendant hanging from it, made a 90° knee-to-knee arc on the bed.

Confirming that the empty space was at least half the width of a middle row seat in the Vito, Jiang Songhe simply used his hand to protect Jonathan's head, removed his elbow which was being used as a fulcrum, lay down on his side, and fell asleep in a second.

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