Chapter 1760: Sufficient Reasons, Go Upstairs
Ah Ying couldn't offer the young master a bright future, nor could she help him avenge his parents. Her little cleverness and abilities seemed insignificant and unworthy of mention in the face of true power...
But Ah Ying is reluctant to let go...
She told herself that the young master was not stupid and of course he knew Xiao Chongyang's intentions, otherwise he would not have gotten the marriage certificate with her in such a hurry.
But the young master was still immature and could not confront Xiao Chongyang head-on. He could only compromise and agree with Xiao Chongyang.
Mu Ying knew all of this, and she understood it all, but...
The young master really went traveling with Xiao Hanlu.
Were they deliberately acting to deceive Xiao Chongyang? That was a possibility.
But will the acting last for a month?
A week of performance would be enough, right? At most, half a month would be enough.
Unless the more they interact, the more they feel they met too late...
So even if they don't like each other at first, they may fall in love with each other after getting to know each other better and end up sleeping in the same bed...
The impossible becomes possible.
If this is true, Mu Ying would not wait until she returns to Haicheng to reveal her cards. She would tell the young master on the spot that Aying has a good temper but is not easy to bully. Since the young master is indecisive, Aying will not serve him anymore!
So she still had to go and see it with her own eyes. Once she saw it, she would feel relieved.
If the young master was innocent, she would leave immediately.
If the young master asked her why she came, she could answer that she was in a good mood today and came to the Golden Hall to watch a performance and then go back, so as not to disturb his work.
Yes, that’s what I said.
You can attack or defend, the reason is sufficient, go upstairs!
The hotel has good security services. Non-guests are not allowed to go upstairs. If you are a visitor, you must have permission from the upstairs guests.
Mu Ying would not let the young master know of her coming in advance. What she wanted was a surprise attack.
She booked a room directly with the front desk, got the door card and went upstairs. Her room was on the same floor as the young master's.
As the elevator went up, Mu Ying's blood boiled, like a warrior going to the battle, all he needed was a bowl of farewell wine.
When the elevator reached the floor she was going to and the door opened, her hand wanted to press the button for the first floor. She wanted to run out of the hotel and become a deserter.
But the male attendant in the elevator, wearing a red shirt, politely reminded her: "Ma'am, your floor has arrived."
Mu Ying walked out of the elevator door as if someone pushed her.
She walked very slowly. She was neither a warrior charging into battle nor a deserter fleeing in panic. She was more like a soldier forced onto the battlefield, holding a blunt knife and walking at the end of the marching team.
Her room number was 09, and the young master's room number was 15. Mu Ying paused for a moment in front of her door, wanting to go in, but she was already there and couldn't retreat.
So he walked forward and finally arrived at the young master's door.
Is it a scene of springtime inside the door, or is the young master alone? Mu Ying doesn't know.
He raised his hand and tried to knock on the door.
But as soon as he put his finger on it, the door opened a crack.
Not closed?
Or did the young master order room service? Maybe the waiter just came in.
Mu Ying pushed the door gently. The door was of good quality and made almost no sound.
She tiptoed in and slipped in silently, like a cat stealing food.
The soft carpet absorbed the sound of her footsteps, and she walked out of the hallway smoothly, hiding behind an exquisitely carved vertical quartz clock, observing the room with bated breath.
The suite was decorated like the bedroom of a 17th-century European royal aristocrat, with typical Baroque decorations, rich colors, and elegance, giving Mu Ying the illusion of meeting His Royal Highness the Prince.
But she sneaked in quietly, not like a visitor to His Royal Highness the Prince, but more like an assassin.
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