Caught in the act
"Is this the place?"
Qu Shiyao huddled beside the hotel's grand revolving door, peeking out half her head furtively.
[Yes, yes! Host, let's go in quickly! Tear that scumbag couple to pieces!]
An excited electronic sound popped into my head, crackling and buzzing, like the final frenzy before a short circuit.
Qu Shiyao straightened her back and instantly switched modes.
With her chin held high and her shoulders straight, she managed to exude the aura of an empress dowager in her white dress.
Her high heels clattered on the marble floor of the lobby, each step carrying an air of accusation as she headed straight for the front desk.
The lady at the front desk was swiping her phone screen rapidly with her head down, obviously involved in a fierce team battle.
"Miss..." Qu Shiyao began, her voice soft but carrying a trembling tone of grief and indignation from being heartbroken by a faithless man, "Excuse me, have you seen my boyfriend?"
She blinked hard, trying to squeeze out some tears of betrayal.
"He's been so cold to me lately, not answering my calls or replying to my messages... I... I suspect he's... seeing someone else here..."
The receptionist didn't even lift her eyelids, her fingers flying across the keyboard, clearly unfazed by this scene.
"Hello ma'am, we need to verify your identity and proof of your relationship with your boyfriend."
"Zhao Qiu! 1.78 meters tall, and quite handsome!" Qu Shiyao spoke rapidly, shoving her phone in front of the receptionist. On the screen was a close-up photo of her and a sunny, handsome boy, along with a clear photo of Zhao Qiu's ID card.
The receptionist carefully examined the photo, then looked at Qu Shiyao's face, which was full of "I feel sorry for her," and the professional indifference in her eyes softened slightly.
The photos do look like they are a real couple.
However, rules are rules.
"Madam, according to regulations, we cannot disclose guests' information without authorization."
The receptionist paused, noticing Qu Shiyao's face fall instantly, and added, "How about this, for your safety and to avoid unnecessary disputes, I'll have a colleague and a security guard accompany you upstairs to confirm, is that alright?"
"Okay!" Qu Shiyao immediately perked up and nodded vigorously.
More people means faster dissemination of information!
Watching Qu Shiyao following a waiter and a burly security guard, rushing towards the elevator with a heroic and confident look.
The receptionist shook her head and returned to her battlefield.
The elevator doors had just closed when another receptionist, changing shifts, leaned over, her gossip radar activated: "Sis, another one?"
"Hmm," the receptionist, who was playing games, said without looking up, "She said her boyfriend booked a room here and she caught him cheating."
Which room?
"N507, I just checked."
"N507?!" The receptionist's voice suddenly rose, as if she had heard some earth-shattering secret.
"You mean... that woman is Mr. Zhao's girlfriend?" Her tone was full of disbelief.
The person playing the game finally looked up from the screen, looking puzzled as if to say, "What's wrong with you now?"
The receptionist opened her mouth, but only managed to utter a meaningless monosyllable.
That expression was as if he had swallowed a whole live fly.
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The elevator came to a smooth stop on the fifth floor.
Qu Shiyao took the lead, with a clear goal, and headed straight for N507.
With waiters and security guards following on either side, you'd think they were undercover officers checking rooms if you didn't know better.
Qu Shiyao stood in front of the door and knocked.
A dull thud echoed in the quiet corridor.
No response? She knocked harder again.
If it weren't for the people behind her, she would have definitely kicked them!
"Who is it?! I'm in a hurry!" An extremely impatient male voice finally came from inside, with the hoarseness of just waking up and the anger of being disturbed.
She's here! Qu Shiyao quickly took out her phone, turned on the video recording function, and pointed it at the door.
"Click".
The door was suddenly pulled open a crack, and Zhao Qiu's face, clearly showing irritation and displeasure, peeked out.
When his eyes met an ice-cold face and the camera of a mobile phone that was almost touching his nose, all his expressions froze instantly, and then like an overturned palette, there was fear, panic, guilt, and a brilliant display.
"Shi...Shi Yao?!"
Zhao Qiu's voice cracked, and he instinctively tried to close the door, pressing his body against the crack to block out what was happening behind him.
He was only wearing a pair of wrinkled casual pants, his shirt buttons were mostly off, revealing a small part of his chest, and his belt was hanging loosely.
Qu Shiyao's gaze swept quickly over his face, and her stomach churned.
If it weren't for the system screaming in her head, "Host, calm down! Plot! Pay attention to the plot!", she would have grabbed the fire extinguisher in the corner of the corridor and given him a physical send-off!
"Zhao Qiu!" Qu Shiyao's voice rose, "Who's inside?! Get out of the way!"
She made a move as if she was about to rush inside.
Zhao Qiu was terrified. He gripped the doorknob tightly and turned to yell at the waiter and security guard behind her, "Are you all dead?! Who gave you permission to disclose a guest's privacy?! I'm going to file a complaint! I'm going to complain about your hotel! I'll get you all fired!"
Upon hearing the complaint, the staff immediately stepped forward to try and restrain the aggressive Qu Shiyao: "Madam! Madam, please calm down! Don't do this!"
During the tug-of-war, Qu Shiyao's sharp right heel "accidentally" stomped on Zhao Qiu's bare left instep!
"ah--!"
A bloodcurdling scream echoed down the corridor.
Zhao Qiu jumped up in pain, his face contorted like a Picasso painting.
However, what is shocking is that even though it was so painful, he did not loosen his hands on the door frame, and his body was still stubbornly stuck in the doorway. His professionalism is truly touching.
At this moment of chaos and stalemate, a male voice with a strong sense of sleepiness and intimacy came from the room:
"Honey, what's all the noise outside? Who is it?"
A male hand with distinct knuckles reached out from behind Zhao Qiu, naturally encircling his shoulder and patting him reassuringly.
Time seemed to have been paused at that moment.
Qu Shiyao froze, holding her phone.
The waiters and security guards who were trying to break up the fight behind them were stunned.
Qu Shiyao's brain CPU was completely overloaded, a blank, with only huge question marks and exclamation marks frantically scrolling across the screen.
She mechanically rolled her eyes and looked at the owner of the hand - a young man with messy hair and disheveled clothes, who was resting his chin on Zhao Qiu's shoulder with sleepy eyes and looking out curiously.
That face was indeed quite handsome, but! It was a man! A genuine man!
"System...!" Qu Shiyao screamed silently in her mind, the sound of her worldview shattering clearly audible.
"You fucking explain yourself! What happened to catching someone cheating?! What happened to the slut and the other woman?! Why the fuck is this a man?! Did you get the wrong script?!"
[Host! Oh my god!]
The system's electronic voice also crackled, making a series of crackling noises, filled with the same shock and bewilderment.
[The original book...the original book only has an outline! I don't have enough permissions, the details aren't showing! I...I didn't know this would happen!!!]
The data is practically in chaos! What kind of earth-shattering plot twist is this?! The female lead in the original book was cheated on by a male third party?!
"You! You...!" Qu Shiyao's index finger, trembling with utter disbelief and a sense of her worldview collapsing, finally pointed with difficulty at the man behind Zhao Qiu.
She was mentally rehearsing her lines the whole way, devising eight hundred brilliant lines to angrily denounce the adulterous couple and tear apart the mistress, and even simulating the standard actions of splashing water, slapping, and pulling hair!
And the result? Male-male sedition?!
Where does she put all those "bitch" and "vixen" words she's prepared for?!
The male mistress finally saw the scene at the door clearly. His gaze fell on Qu Shiyao, and he sized her up. A smirk appeared on his lips, a mixture of contempt and smugness in his eyes. He spoke lazily:
"Hey sis, what's all the noise about?"
He deliberately emphasized the word "elder sister," his gaze sweeping lightly over Qu Shiyao's face. "Don't you know the rules? The one who isn't loved is the mistress~"
After saying that, he turned his head and gave Zhao Qiu a kiss on his sweaty cheek, as if to show off. The gesture was extremely intimate.
"Big sister?!" Qu Shiyao almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
She was a beautiful 23-year-old, and the original owner of this body was only 24. She was an invincible beauty, yet she was called "Big Sister"?!
This male mistress not only stole her man, but also insulted her age?!
Fuck the plot! Fuck the lines!
I can't take it anymore!
Qu Shiyao shoved her phone into the hand of the stunned waiter next to her. The next second, she flipped her wrist, broke free from the security guard's instinctive outstretched hand, and rushed forward!
"Whoosh!"
With five fingers forming claws, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, it scratched fiercely!
"ah--!"
Caught off guard, Zhao Qiu was instantly left with several fresh bloody marks on his face. The burning pain made him instinctively cover his face and back away.
Qu Shiyao has been waiting for this moment!
She ducked under his arm and flew straight towards the foul-mouthed male mistress behind the door!
She took the opportunity to push and press down sharply!
"Thump!"
The male mistress didn't even have time to struggle, and fell heavily on his back on the carpet, letting out a muffled groan.
Qu Shiyao didn't hesitate at all. She pushed forward with her knees and sat on him, pinning him to the ground.
Ignoring the other person's terrified, wide eyes and futile struggles, Qu Shiyao swung her hands around and slapped that delicate, fair face!
"Smack!"
"Who are you calling 'big sister'?!"
"Smack!"
"I'm in my prime!"
"Smack!"
"So what if you're a mistress?!"
"Smack!"
"Male mistresses deserve to be beaten even more!"
The crisp, loud slapping sounds echoed repeatedly in the room, like firecrackers going off.
The male mistress was stunned by the beating. At first, he tried to block with his hands, kick with his feet, and turn over to fight back.
Qu Shiyao, who was pressing down on him, couldn't budge him at all. Instead, he was slapped even harder by Qu Shiyao's backhand, and his cheeks quickly became red and swollen.
"Shiyao! Stop! You're insane!"
Zhao Qiu finally recovered from the pain and shock. Seeing her beloved boyfriend being "ravaged" like this, her heart ached terribly. She roared and lunged forward to try to pull Qu Shiyao away.
Without even turning her head, Qu Shiyao swung her left arm back sharply, delivering a precise and powerful elbow strike!
"Ugh!" Zhao Qiu groaned, staggered backward from the force of the impact, half of his face burning with pain and stars flashing before his eyes.
Seemingly exhausted, Qu Shiyao finally stopped and stood up from the male mistress, panting heavily.
The male mistress's once handsome face was now red and swollen, like a steamed bun, his hair was a mess like a bird's nest, and his eyes were filled with tears of fear and humiliation.
Qu Shiyao didn't even look at him, turning her head to look at Zhao Qiu, who was standing unsteadily with his face covered.
Zhao Qiu met her murderous gaze and trembled in fear, but his male pride made him stiffen his neck and point at Qu Shiyao's nose, shouting, "Qu Shiyao! You shrew! You violent maniac! We're breaking up! Right now!"
separate?
Qu Shiyao did make a scene about breaking up, but the words "shrew" and "violent person" were like gasoline, instantly adding fuel to the fire in her heart!
"separate?"
A chilling smile curved her lips: "Fine."
Just as Zhao Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, a figure flashed before his eyes!
Bang!
Qu Shiyao delivered a clean and decisive spinning side kick, landing squarely on Zhao Qiu's stomach!
The force was so great that he was sent flying backward, crashing into the wall across the corridor with a thud. He then slid down the wall and sat on the ground, clutching his stomach, unable to even scream, only letting out painful gasps.
Qu Shiyao flicked her wrist, walked up to Zhao Qiu who was slumped on the ground, and looked down at him.
"If it's time to break up, it's not your place to bring up trash like you!"
After saying that, she turned her head, her gaze sweeping over the male mistress in the room who was covering his face and trembling. Suddenly, she let out a sneer, her tone as light as if she were tossing away a piece of trash:
"Little brother, I'm tired of this piece of trash, so I'm giving it to you! You're welcome!"
She turned around deftly, snatched her phone back from the still-frozen waiter, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor, and walked towards the elevator without looking back, her back view so dashing it could be straight out of an action movie ending.
First floor lobby.
The two receptionists watched helplessly as the woman, who had entered with a fierce demeanor and left with a menacing air, swept across the gleaming marble floor like the wind and disappeared through the revolving door.
The new receptionist swallowed her saliva and turned to look at the colleague next to her who had an indescribable expression: "Sister... are you sure she really was cheated on by... a male mistress?"
My colleague's eyes were glazed over, his voice trembling: "It's absolutely true... those two gay men in N507 are regulars..."
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