I parked the car in the open-air parking space of Beihu Zunhao Hotel, and stepped into the revolving door and walked into the hotel lobby after the doorman said "welcome". Since I didn't have a reservation at the hotel, I had to wait silently for the female receptionist at the hotel to adjust the room check-in information on the computer.

"Hello, sir. We have five double rooms available. Would you like a high floor or a low floor?" The receptionist asked politely with a business smile.

"A lower floor is fine. Book for a week first. No housekeeping service is needed."

"Okay, we'll make a note of it for you." After fiddling with the keyboard and mouse for a while, the female receptionist smiled and asked, "Hello, sir. The seven-day room rate, including the service charge, is ¥10. Would you like to pay by cash or card?"

“Swipe the card.”

As Fujiwara Yuu handed over the card, he'd already been mentally calculating the airfare and hotel bills, waiting to submit the bill to his boss. Of course, he'd have to apply for reimbursement for things like that... well, he'd also have to factor in the cost of shipping his car to Tokyo.

As a CIA agent, the only qualified person is one who refuses to spend a penny more.

"Okay, would you like an invoice?"

"need."

"Then sir, welcome to stay at our hotel. Here is your room card and invoice. Please take care."

Fujiwara Yu took the room card with both hands and took out the bottle of alcohol disinfectant spray that was very noticeable. At this time, his emotional intelligence was offline and he did not take into account the wild imagination of a woman in her early twenties. While disinfecting his hands and room card, he walked towards the elevator.

This scene was naturally seen by the receptionist. She raised her hands with embarrassment and smelled it carefully. It was peach-scented hand cream. She looked carefully twice to make sure that the fingernails were trimmed cleanly and there were no stains. So what was this gentleman disliking about her?

She took two deep breaths and could only comfort herself in her heart: This handsome guy probably just doesn’t like the taste of peaches... right?

Completely unaware, Fujiwara Yu had already stepped into the elevator. After swiping the elevator floor with the door card, he closed his eyes the moment the elevator door closed. He only opened his eyes and walked away when he heard the sound of the elevator door slowly opening again.