Three hotels of varying standards appeared by the roadside. Wen Zhaoye entered the best one, the Yunkai Hotel. He handed his ID card to the counter and said to the girl behind him:
"Hurry up and take out your ID card."
Wen Jiaojiao clutched the money she had saved up over this period of time, feeling a pang of heartache, and hesitated:
"That's all the money we have left. Can you be more frugal and find another hotel?"
A slight smile appeared on Wen Zhaoye's lips as he said in a doting tone:
"This is nothing, and you're already acting like you know how to manage money? You don't need to save me money; you have to spend it when necessary."
"I'll make a call later and have someone from the factory send some money over. Why are you being so foolish and making yourself suffer?"
Wen Jiaojiao: "..."
Isn't this money my own?
Why are you making me so confused by what he just said?
Seeing that she still didn't make a move, Wen Zhaoye was afraid that Wen Jiaojiao would think he worked hard to earn money and wanted to save him some, thus making herself suffer.
He forcefully pulled her ID card and letter of introduction from her pocket:
"I'm worried about you staying alone while we're traveling. How about we book a room together?"
"What would it look like if we shared one room, with a grown man like you and a young woman like me?"
Wen Jiaojiao knew his thoughts and, fearing it would cause further trouble, said irritably.
She's even shy now.
I won't go into details about how they treat me at home.
I was a little worried that if we stayed in the same room tonight, and you took advantage of the fact that we didn't know anyone and went on a wild rampage against me, I wouldn't be able to handle it.
Wen Zhaoye glanced at her shyly, then handed all the documents to the shopkeeper and said:
"Open two rooms, for three days first."
"Thirty yuan, ten yuan deposit, forty yuan in total."
After the boss noted down the documents and quoted the price, he handed the documents over again.
Forty yuan?
Nearly half of his net worth?
Wen Jiaojiao was shocked by the prices in Yuncheng, but at the same time, she hurriedly reached for her identification documents.
Wen Zhaoye took the initiative, casually picked up the documents again, and naturally put them into his pocket:
“I’ll keep it, so you won’t suddenly do something stupid again and run around without knowing what’s going on. If you go back and your mom thinks I sold you, she’ll make a huge fuss about it.”
Wen Jiaojiao's fingertips froze in mid-air, dumbfounded. She knew escape was hopeless, and the person who delivered the money didn't know exactly when they would arrive.
Even though she had come, she didn't want to continue swindling Wen Zhaoye's money and running away. She turned around, composed herself, and said to the boss in a serious tone:
"One room is fine, we're like brother and sister." We've been sleeping in the same bed for so many days now, I'd rather save money by sharing one room.
Wen Zhaoye's face flushed slightly, but he remained silent.
After paying the bill with a pained expression, Wen Jiaojiao followed the older woman who had the key to the room.
Wen Zhaoye put the box on the ground, then put his large hand back into his trouser pocket, where he found five yuan.
He remembered that after the thief stole the money, his pockets were empty, and since he hadn't felt all the way down when he checked his pockets earlier, he didn't know when the money had appeared.
He thought for a moment, then glanced at Wen Jiaojiao with a slight smile in his eyes: "..."
Besides my beloved sister who treats me well, who else would care about me?
I have to keep this; after all, it's the first time my sweet little sister has given me money to spend.
Wen Jiaojiao lay sprawled on the bed, gazing thoughtfully at the ceiling:
I need to find another way to steal the documents, but Wen Zhaoye is so vigilant, what am I going to do? I'm so worried!
Wen Zhaoye walked to her side and coughed lightly, saying:
"Give me two coins, I'll go downstairs to buy food, and I'll have someone come and deliver the money while I'm at it."
Wen Jiaojiao sat up, took out a yuan from a crumpled roll of banknotes with a pained expression, handed it to him, and said:
"Mainly make phone calls, and for the rest, just buy something to eat."
They all know to control my spending.
After that, if we hand over the family business to her, she'll be an excellent person.
Wen Zhaoye firmly believed that she liked him, but there must be some unspeakable reason behind it.
Fortunately, he wanted to find out the truth before giving her absolute reassurance, so he didn't say anything directly. He happily took the money, took out the lunchbox, and turned to leave.
Just then, Li Qiang and Wu Meijun finished their meal and came to the next room. He put his arm around her slender waist and kissed her cheek, saying:
"JunJun, my mom has already built the house. When are we going to get married? That way we won't have to keep coming here every day."
Wu Meijun smiled and said, "No rush."
As Wen Zhaoye left, in the brief moment before the door to the next room was about to close, he glanced at the two embracing and hugging. His brow furrowed slightly, and he murmured:
"Is Yuncheng really this open now? No wonder my sweetheart is always hugging and cuddling me."
Wen Jiaojiao took her pajamas and went to the bathroom. The four walls were tiled, and a long bathtub was located in the corner, next to the toilet.
She filled the bathtub with water, scalded it, and then lay comfortably inside, planning for the future:
"He's a villain, after all. As long as I haven't escaped, I should still try to please him, just in case I run into him and he takes revenge on me in the future."
After finishing his call at the counter, Wen Zhaoye returned to the room carrying a metal lunchbox, placed it on the round coffee table, and said:
"Jiaojiao, dinner's ready."
Wen Jiaojiao, wearing a long dress, opened the bathroom door and came out, sitting on the sofa and saying:
"Brother, you don't need to be so good to me, from now on..."
Before she could finish speaking, suddenly, an indescribable sound came from the next room.
Both of their expressions stiffened simultaneously. Wen Jiaojiao awkwardly picked up her chopsticks and stiffly stuffed rice into her mouth.
Damn, a five-dollar luxury hotel can't even provide this kind of service experience?
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