I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Novels, movies, and works of art are all lies.

Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth.

We agreed that if we were to share a room, it would definitely be a double room, right?

It really is a standard room!
In an area of ​​20 to 30 square meters, two 1.5-meter beds are placed on the left and right sides respectively, with a bedside table in between, just enough for a person to walk through.

Jiang Chen, who had followed with a troubled expression, looked at the room's environment and facilities.

Ok.

Finally... I can rest assured.

Given their relationship, it's not a big deal for them to sleep in the same room.

of course.

As long as it's not leaked.

Jiang Chen casually chose to sit on the outermost bed, since both beds were the same size anyway.

"It has good elasticity."

"To take a bath."

Princess Qing doesn't have an obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness, but she still has to pay attention to basic cleanliness. After wandering around outside all day and going to a concert with a huge crowd, she doesn't know how many bacteria she picked up on.

Boss Jiang stood up decisively.

After all, it was Princess Qing who paid for the hotel room; he was just mooching off her. She could have easily left him homeless.

He turned around and tilted his head.

I was so focused on the bed that I forgot about the bathroom.

Frosted glass serves as a partition; it's not very transparent, but... it's not that bad.

It's not as private as a concrete wall.

If someone is bathing inside, it's impossible to see them clearly at a glance, but you can usually vaguely make out their figure.

In other words.

Guard against honest people, not scoundrels.

With no other choice, Jiang Chen didn't hesitate. What was the point of being coy? He was lucky to have a place to sleep.

"Should I go wash first?"

He appeared calm and composed, but his unnecessary question revealed his inner excitement—no, his inner turmoil.

"faster."

Fang Qing seemed tired.

Also.

After dawdling around for a while, it was almost midnight.

Although it wasn't a five-star hotel, it was still a nationwide chain hotel with decent services. Jiang Chen took out a simple bathrobe from the closet and, with mixed feelings, was about to take a shower when suddenly—

The video caller ID rang.

Fang Qing was also taken aback and took out her phone.

It was my dad.

Look at the time again.

11:42
what's the situation?
According to his schedule, he should have been asleep by now.

"My Father."

Actually, there was no need for explanation; Jiang Chen was already fixed on that spot. However, upon hearing the person making the video call, his heart skipped a beat, and a look of tension appeared on his face.

"How to do?"

How to do?
How can a man like you have no self-control? It's just a standard room, I've never been on a business trip before.

In contrast, Fang Qing was much more composed, her phone still ringing incessantly.

It would be inappropriate to make someone take a bath at this time.

She glanced at the frosted glass bathroom, hesitated for a moment, and then decisively said, "You go out first."

go out?

Jiang Chen didn't hesitate at all, immediately turning around and leaving the house. The whole process was clean and efficient. He even forgot to put down the hotel bathrobe he took out of the closet when he closed the door and stood in the corridor as punishment.

still.

Lack of courage.

The video call went silent because the call hadn't been connected for a long time.

After watching someone leave and close the door, Fang Qing, who seemed to be in complete control, smoothed her hair, took a deep breath, and then picked up her phone to call her father back.

"Dad, why aren't you asleep yet, it's so late?"

Looking at the scene over there, Fang Weiguo was standing on the windowsill, wearing a bathrobe, and it was unclear whether he had just finished smoking.

"I was asleep, but I couldn't fall asleep, so I thought I'd give you a video call."

"Yes, I was just about to take a shower."

Fang Qing explained, but her father, Fang Weiguo, didn't even ask her why she hadn't answered the video call.

It can only be said that even the wisest person can make a mistake.

Or rather, having worries in one's mind makes it inevitable to make mistakes.

"The concert is over?"

Fang Qing was slightly taken aback, "How did you know..."

"You can find it online, it's today."

"Well, it's over."

Where is Jiang Chen?

Fang Weiguo asked casually.

"He went to rest."

It has to be Princess Qing, her adaptability is outrageous, she can lie to her father without even changing her expression.

"The hotel you're staying at?"

Fang Weiguo was like an old father who couldn't sleep and called his daughter to chat.

"Ah."

The background in the video is visible.

"Take a look, how's the environment?"

as predicted.

Fortunately, someone was sent out beforehand. Princess Qing is indeed exceptionally intelligent and resourceful, anticipating the enemy's moves.

Without showing any hesitation or guilt, Fang Qing immediately adjusted the camera and began moving around the room.

There's really nothing worth taking.

The room is only so big that a wide-angle camera can see everything in it.

"Why is it a standard room?"

"Most of the people here are here to see the concert, so rooms are in short supply."

Fang Qing answered fluently and gave a reasonable explanation.

Fang Weiguo, who was in Shacheng, looked quite natural and simply hummed in agreement before speaking.

"Go check the bathroom."

The real killers often appear harmless.

Sadly.

The devil may be one foot tall, but the righteous path is ten feet tall.

Having planned ahead, Fang Qing didn't make any mistakes. She immediately took her phone and went into the bathroom to show her sleepless father a 360-degree view.

Ok.

Clean and hygienic.

And it was completely empty.

"Dad, do you want to check under the bed too?"

Fang Qing said.

Fang Weiguo smiled, not embarrassed.

Most of the hotel beds are floor-to-ceiling or so low that an adult can't even squeeze in.

"Dad didn't mean anything by it. Girls should be careful when they go out. Remember to lock the door at night and put it on if there is a latch."

"Dad, those things in the news are just a very small minority. China is the safest country in the world."

"Even if it's a one in ten thousand chance, if it happens to you, it's one hundred percent. Or you could just call Jiang Chen over; there's an extra bed, so there's room for him."

Which of the Thirty-Six Stratagems is this?
"I'm going to go to bed."

"Okay, go to sleep, sweet dreams."

"Dad too."

In the video, Fang Weiguo chuckled, his smile complex, before the video cut off.

Pan Hui, who had been eavesdropping, came over and stood on tiptoe. "How was it?"

Fang Weiguo shook his head.

"The enemy is too cunning."

I don't know if he was talking about his own daughter or someone standing guard in the hotel corridor.

"I think you're just making trouble for yourself."

Pan Hui smiled and pulled her coat tighter around herself. "Go to sleep."

Fang Weiguo nodded.

The couple walked toward the bedroom.

If Fang Weiguo really wanted to verify this, it would be very simple: he could just send another video to that person.

Boss Jiang, who was standing guard outside and didn't have time to exchange statements, certainly wouldn't have thought of looking for a room, and most likely wouldn't have been able to find one anyway.

If the video call connects and the situation is completely different from what Fang Qing said, wouldn't that cause a huge uproar?

Fortunately, Fang Weiguo showed leniency, or rather, he never intended to investigate further. The old father went back to his room to rest.

What is Boss Jiang doing?
Still standing outside the door, holding a bathrobe, waiting for instructions from inside the room.

Even though the video call had already ended, for some reason, Fang Qing didn't immediately call him in.

Mr. Jiang, who was patiently waiting, was still alert. Suddenly, he thought of something, took out his phone, and without thinking, decisively turned it off.

This solves the problem once and for all.

Jiang Chen breathed a sigh of relief, trusting Qingmei's ability to adapt to changing circumstances.

Suddenly.

He twitched his nose and subconsciously turned his head to look to the left.

A girl in high-waisted jeans and high heels, carrying a bag, was walking towards us. Even from seven or eight meters away, the strong scent of her perfume preceded her.

Is anyone still loitering outside this late?
Is someone still standing in the hallway in a daze so late at night?

and.

She was still holding the hotel bathrobe in her arms.

The girl was in her early twenties, with fair skin, long straight hair, and big eyes. She knew how to show off her strengths, wearing high-waisted jeans and knee-high boots, which made her already long and beautiful legs even more eye-catching.

However, the only drawback is...

The makeup was too heavy, ruining her innocent and pure image.

The idle Mr. Jiang sized her up.

She also scrutinized the only living creature in the corridor, her gaze even more peculiar than that of Boss Jiang.

As the distance continues to close

The fragrance is stronger.

Although it was boring, he couldn't keep staring at people. He had just been punched today, so Boss Jiang gave a friendly smile and looked away.

But what is unexpected is.

The boots, cushioned by the carpet, slowed their pace and finally stopped in front of him.

Mr. Jiang was puzzled and looked at the girl in front of him again with a puzzled expression.

The makeup was definitely too heavy.

"You don't need to wait for me outside."

The other person spoke, their tone sweet and gentle, but their eyes were rather... strange.

Mr. Jiang was a little confused.

what's the situation?
Do we...know each other?

He tentatively suggested.

This time it was the other party's turn to be taken aback. After staring at him for a few seconds, they immediately looked at the door number behind Boss Jiang.

806.

The beautiful stranger who appeared late at night immediately blushed deeply, and said shyly and hurriedly, "Excuse me..."

Jiang Chen's confusion remained.

Could it be that they've mistaken me for someone else?
Is this girl wearing colored contact lenses or regular contact lenses?

"fine."

Strange as it may be, Mr. Jiang still gave a gentlemanly smile.

The woman in high-waisted jeans blushed as she walked away, but she didn't go far. She took out her phone, as if checking some information, and then stopped... next door.

That's right.

The doorway to the next room.

The other party probably knew that Boss Jiang was still "spying," and since it was likely a misunderstanding, they were a little embarrassed. Without looking at Boss Jiang, they raised their hand and knocked on the door.

The door to the next room opened quickly, and the woman in high-waisted jeans and knee-high boots immediately stepped inside.

"boom."

Okay.

Now only Boss Jiang is left.

I didn't see if the person who opened the door next door looked like me, but the room number next door was 808.

Ok.

6 and 8 do indeed look somewhat similar.

It's understandable if you make a mistake by accident.

But did they mix up the room and the person?
No matter how I think about it, it doesn't make any logical sense.

Mr. Jiang, who enjoys using his brain, pondered deeply, and in an instant, a flash of inspiration struck him, resolving all his confusion.

there is only one truth!
"Haha~"

Jiang Chen suddenly laughed to himself. He finally understood why the girl had looked at him so strangely when she saw him standing outside and mistook him for someone else.

If I call the police myself at this time, will there be an extra room available?

Jiang Chen's thinking was undeniably flexible. To be honest, calling 110 at this moment could indeed resolve the dilemma of whether a standard room was suitable for two people. However, after thinking for a moment, he dismissed the idea.

It's reasonable and legal, but...

That's a bit unethical.

Ok.

It was absolutely because my own moral character wouldn't allow me to do things that harm others for my own benefit; there was no other reason.

Boss Jiang leaned against the wall, lost in thought. He didn't dare to urge them, so he could only wait. After what seemed like an eternity, there was finally movement at the door.

"come in."

Fang Qing opened the door, her hair still damp from not being completely dried, and the bathrobe she was wearing was exactly the same as the one he was holding.

Jiang Chen was stunned.

"Weren't you video chatting with Uncle Fang?"

"The fight is over."

Not only did they finish playing, but it looks like they even took a shower.

No wonder I waited so long.

Fang Qing turned around and went back into the house.

Jiang Chen, who had been standing there for an unknown amount of time, was holding his bathrobe in one hand and taking out his phone with the other to check the time, only to find that his phone was off and he couldn't see anything.

He felt a tightness in his chest, so he put away his phone and followed them inside.

"boom."

The door is closed.

Fang Qing tilted her head and wrapped a bath towel around her hair as a hair drying cap.

Why didn't you say so after you finished making the video?

Mr. Jiang is feeling wronged.

Needless to say, it must have been past midnight. Standing alone outside like that is not a pleasant experience, especially with all the strange looks from others.

"I need to take a shower."

What's wrong with taking a shower?
It's not like there's no way out.

While frosted glass does offer less privacy, would he really be peeking from inside?
can you?

The fact that he was made to stand for so long is a minor issue; the real problem is that this incident revealed the other party's deep-seated distrust of him, which is what makes it truly upsetting.

Seeing him staring at her silently, Fang Qing finished tying her hair, straightened up, and said, "I'm sorry, I went to take a shower after I finished talking to my dad on the phone, I didn't think much of it."

Perfunctory.

Too perfunctory.

Did you just forget?

How could you forget someone who's still out there?
Some careless girls might be a possibility, but what is her personality like?

It was completely intentional.
But in the adult world, what matters is not necessarily the truth, but rather decency.

As long as it saves face, that's enough.

Is Boss Jiang an ungrateful person?

surely not.

Even if you know the other party is just making up an excuse, you quickly accept it.

"I'm going to wash now that I'm done."

How... pitiful.

Like a child who has been wronged but dares not speak out.

Fang Qing suppressed a laugh, tugged at the belt of her bathrobe, and tightened it a little more. "Mmm."

She turned around, about to lie down on the bed, when she was suddenly called back.

"Hey."

Fang Qing turned around, wearing disposable non-woven slippers, a bath towel wrapped around her head, and her smooth, glossy legs exposed under her white bathrobe, her eyes filled with doubt.

"what happened?"

"Shouldn't you also go out and avoid this place for a while?"

Fang Qing was stunned.

A gentleman takes revenge even after ten years.

Is Mr. Jiang a gentleman?

Obviously not.

He never considered himself a gentleman.

And this is not considered reciprocal retaliation.

Doesn't a man's privacy count as privacy?
"Whoosh!"

After a moment of stunned silence, Fang Qing, who had paid for the hotel room herself, responded directly: a non-woven slipper that was originally on her feet flew through the air towards the person who didn't understand his position.

"Wash it or don't, it's up to you!" (End of Chapter)