However, Qin Beiming, a complete novice in love, mistakenly took this budding affection for a hallucination during his illness, and started taking pills like crazy whenever he thought of Ling Mo...
Half an hour later.
As soon as the two of them entered the accommodation area of the Emperor Hotel, they saw Ling Mo, with wet hair, leaning against the door and talking to the waiter who was delivering food.
"Let me pay their bill first."
Huo Yunting was somewhat worried that they couldn't afford the high accommodation fees at Dihuang, so he turned and walked towards the elevator.
Qin Beiming replied:
"I have already asked Han Shu to waive all fees."
"Third brother, can't you give in to me just this once?" Huo Yunting grumbled in dissatisfaction.
Normally, he wouldn't bother with such things.
But the problem is, how can he let other men pay for Song Xingwan's hotel stays?
Qin Beiming didn't take it seriously and answered without room for discussion:
"cannot."
Since Ling Mo is willing to call him "Uncle," he should rightfully cover all the expenses.
Especially when it comes to things like booking a hotel room, how can you entrust them to someone else?
Just then, Ling Mo, who was about to close the door, noticed the two people arguing in the corridor and subconsciously glanced at them a few more times.
"MoMo, what are you looking at? Come and eat."
Wearing the same bathrobe as Ling Mo, Song Xingwan stood in front of the dining table, setting out plates while softly calling out to Ling Mo.
"nothing."
Ling Mo stared at the two people who walked into the next room one after the other, so surprised that he couldn't even speak properly.
What's going on here?!
Qin Beiming and Huo Yunting actually held hands and agreed to meet at a hotel?!
Oh my god...
Is it that she can't keep up with the times, or that the times are changing too fast?
Is it possible that good-looking men are also starting to face intense competition these days?
Thinking about the explicit scene about to unfold in the next room, Ling Mo couldn't help but get goosebumps. He said to Song Xingwan with a serious expression:
"That Huo Yunting is a real scoundrel. One second he's head over heels in love with you, and the next he's 'fighting' with that Master Qin next door."
"You mean, Huo Yunting and Third Master are next door?"
Song Xingwan stared in surprise, mechanically pouring the wine into her mouth.
She never imagined that the man she had been infatuated with for three years would do something like having sex with another man.
"Um."
Ling Mo closed the door tightly and took several sips of red wine to calm his shock. "They seemed to have just had a quarrel. But it's nothing for young couples to bicker; they usually make up before they get out of bed."
"..."
Song Xingwan pursed her lips, surprised, when a sudden sharp pain shot through her chest.
The thought of Huo Yunting having a new lover made her unable to eat anything, and she just kept drinking alcohol.
Even though they clearly realized that there was no future for them, they were still inevitably heartbroken.
Ling Mo was oblivious to Song Xingwan's dejected expression, lost in his own world, muttering to himself, "I wonder who's on top and who's on the bottom..."
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