It's Song Ruyi again.
This woman is like an unkillable cockroach, becoming stronger with each setback.
Two hours ago, Lu Zheng rudely threw her out of the company in public, but now he can arrogantly order her around.
It's obvious that what awaits her in room 307 of the Mei Hua Hotel is definitely not good news.
Qiao Zhen scrolled through her chat history with Yan Simiao, first went to the restaurant to order food, and then sent a message to Qiao Luosheng, telling him to come home for dinner early. Finally, she leisurely boarded the bus.
Unlike her calm demeanor, Song Ruyi was particularly impatient, sending a text message every three or four minutes.
Where are we?
"Don't try to be clever, or I'll have plenty of ways to make you wish you were dead!"
"Are you scared to death? You coward, come out here!"
...
Qiao's hands were almost numb from the phone vibrating.
When they were almost at the bus stop near the Mei Hua Hotel, she took pictures of the scenery inside and outside the bus and sent them to Song Ruyi.
That finally calmed things down.
At 6:25, she stepped into the hotel.
This is an old budget hotel. The receptionist is a middle-aged man who is lazily lying on a recliner playing games. He doesn't even lift his eyelids when he hears footsteps coming in.
"Want to get a room?"
Qiao Zhen said, "It's all arranged by my friend."
"Oh." The middle-aged man continued his battle in the game.
Qiao Zhen went to the front desk and asked, "Excuse me, is room 307 booked by a lady surnamed Chen?"
The middle-aged man then looked up and saw a beautiful young woman. He immediately put on a big smile and enthusiastically inquired about her information. "She's a Miss Zhang."
"Miss Zhang?" Qiao Zhen thought for a moment. It seemed that Song Ruyi did not intend to let her know who was in the room before she entered.
"Ding ding," Song Ruyi sent another urging text message.
"Three minutes left, where are you? Can't you behave like a dog? Do you have to act like a jerk?"
Qiao Zhen thanked the middle-aged man and glanced at the surveillance footage placed in the corner of the front desk.
It's fairly clear; you can see the entire third-floor corridor.
As she walked up the stairs, she turned on her phone's video recording function, calmly arrived at the door of room 307, glanced at the camera in the distance, and then pressed the doorbell.
With two "ding-dong" sounds, footsteps were heard from inside the door.
Then, the face that Qiao Zhen least wanted to see appeared.
"Zhenzhen!" He Yang excitedly spread his arms and rushed over.
Qiao Zhen dodged to the side, but He Yang couldn't stop in time and fell flat on his face.
"How come it's you?" Qiao Zhen feigned surprise. "Song Ruyi didn't dump you? Even if she enjoys being fawned over, doesn't she find a man like you pathetic?"
A flash of anger crossed He Yang's eyes. He really wanted to jump up and grab Qiao Zhen by the neck, shouting, "Who do you think you are, daring to mock me?" But thinking of Song Ruyi's arrangements, he dared not cause the slightest mistake. After getting up, his face was filled with guilt.
"Zhenzhen, I'm sorry. I knew you wouldn't see me, so I shamelessly begged Miss Song to find a way to arrange a meeting between us... She got annoyed with me and said she would help me one last time, telling me never to look for her again. Of course, I have nothing to do with her anymore."
"What kind of nonsense is this? Asking a mistress to arrange for a scumbag to meet his ex-wife?" Qiao Zhen sneered without any politeness. "Do you know that I have a grudge against Song Ruyi?"
He Yang stammered, "...I overheard that Miss Song has a conflict with you, and that she can get you to obey all her arrangements, so...Zhenzhen, you know Miss Song's family background is not simple, I want to help you, but..."
Qiao Zhen frowned impatiently, "Alright, just say what you have to say."
He Yang adopted a very humble posture and pleaded, "Zhenzhen, let's go inside and talk?"
Qiao Zhen shook her head. "Say what you have to say here, or I'm leaving."
After Song Ruyi arrived at room 307, she gave her no instructions.
He Yang sighed, "Alright." He went back to his room, poured two glasses of warm water, and returned to the corridor, handing one of them to Qiao Zhen.
"I'm not drinking." Qiao Zhen was even more impatient. "If you don't tell me, I'm leaving."
"No, no, no!" He Yang quickly grabbed another bottle of mineral water. "You must be tired from coming all this way. You might not want to drink the water that was poured out because you're worried about it. It's okay, drink this if you're thirsty."
Qiao Zhen found it amusing. Judging from his tone, he seemed quite aggrieved at being suspected of tampering with the water.
She glanced at the bottled water that had been shoved into her hand.
It's unopened and looks safe.
Looking at He Yang again, he no longer paid attention to whether she had drunk water or not, but instead lowered his head, the toes of his shoes rubbing against the ground.
"Zhenzhen, I was bewitched and didn't know what was good for me. I betrayed your true feelings. I'm a stupid man, worse than a pig or a dog!" He became more and more agitated as he spoke, tears streaming down his face. He slapped himself hard, then secretly looked up at Qiao Zhen.
That one glance almost made him lose his composure.
What's with this damn woman's attitude?
He crossed his arms, leaned against the wall, his face cold and sour, as if it had nothing to do with her.
He always felt that although Qiao Zhen was outstanding in appearance, she did not have the arrogance of a typical great beauty. She was kind-hearted, gentle, and virtuous. It was because of this that he did not look down on her family background and the fact that she had two children to support, and was willing to date her.
At this moment, he bowed his head and admitted his mistake, even slapping himself in the face, yet she wasn't moved at all.
Does she think that just because he's wrong, she has the right to treat him badly?
"You bitch..." He Yang cursed inwardly, then hardened his heart and slapped himself twice more, calling out pitifully in a hoarse voice, "Zhenzhen..."
Qiao Zhen wanted to laugh, but quickly pursed her lips and asked with a straight face, "Do you think a few slaps can make up for the damage you've done to me, and the impact your disturbance at my company with Song Ruyi has on me?"
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