I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Wanxi Palace.

Twenty-second floor.

"Ding."

The elevator doors slowly opened.

So hasty that she ignored the prospect of becoming the Asian gambling king, He Yihui quickly stepped out of the elevator, only to suddenly stop a moment later.

The four bodyguards stopped in unison.

He Yihui continued forward, following the map and floor directions, and arrived alone at the door of 2222.

Although the room number was quite unusual, Boss Jiang really didn't want to alert anyone. This room 2222 wasn't the presidential suite, it was just an executive suite.

Miss He, who dared to give a kiss in Kyoto, is not a shy or timid person. In fact, you can tell from her appearance that foreign women are generally bold and unrestrained, especially in Macau.

Without hesitation or worry, she raised her hand and decisively rang the doorbell. Only about twenty minutes had passed since she received Bai Haoran's call.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong..."

The doorbell rang and vibrated in the quiet and warm corridor, but it didn't turn into the sound of the door opening.

Miss He was blocked at the door and received no response.

If he knew the truth, Zhongting Wang would probably feel a little comforted, but this could only be considered a rejection, not an insult.

Undeterred by the initial failure, Miss He rang the doorbell a second time.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong..."

The solid wooden door remained as still as a rock, completely unmoved, as if the doorbell had been sucked into and swallowed up by it.

Could it really be as Bai Haoran said?

Was he "annoyed"?

Bai Haoran notified himself immediately, and He Yihui certainly understood his intention. That's right, it was her instruction that Bai Haoran not publicize the departure of his eldest sister. Perhaps upon closer examination, her actions were somewhat inappropriate, but the person inside the room was a hero even greater than her father. Could it be that she only had such a magnanimous heart?

He Yihui didn't believe it; things shouldn't happen more than three times. Instead of trying to ring the doorbell a third time, she took out her phone.

"Fourth Miss".

It was Bai Haoran again.

“I am now at the entrance of Palace of the Ages 2222.”

He Yihui gets straight to the point.

There was silence on the other end.

What do you mean?
and then?
Wouldn't it be better for the two of them to handle this misunderstanding separately? Are you suggesting we involve him in it too?
He was acting under orders and is completely innocent.

"What are your orders, Fourth Miss?"

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, but Bai Haoran's tone remained calm and composed.

"No one opened the door."

Concise and clear.

Plain and straightforward.

Bai Haoran fell silent again, then realized why the other party had called – they were seeking help from outside the venue.

Without further thought, he immediately suggested, "Why don't you call Mr. Jiang first, Miss?"

That's a good suggestion.

After all, high-end hotel suites generally don't have peepholes to protect the privacy of their VIP guests, and room 2222 is no exception. So, if the door isn't opened, it might be because the person outside doesn't know who's ringing the doorbell. Therefore, making a phone call and identifying yourself might get the door opened.

Although the suggestion was highly feasible, He Yihui did not adopt it and quickly expressed her own opinion.

"Give me the room key."

Look.

Women are not all the same.

Some women enjoy playing "guess what" games, while others are straightforward and have strong likes and dislikes.

Without even needing to think about it, Bai Haoran must have had a real headache upon hearing this instruction.

For the public good.

As the owner of Wanxi Palace, taking room cards to open guests' doors for others without authorization is a behavior that violates principles and damages the hotel's image, and may even be illegal.

For personal reasons.

He is the owner of Wanxi Palace, but the target of the other party's "break-in" is his boss. The risk is obvious. If the boss gets angry, he may lose his job.

"Fourth Miss..."

Bai Haoran made no attempt to hide his embarrassment in this simple form of address.

"I will bear any consequences."

All right.

The time for a decision has come.

The path of life is made up of a series of choices, big and small.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

"...Please wait a moment, Miss Fourth".

About ten minutes later, the elevator doors opened in the corridor, and the hotel manager in a suit stepped out of the elevator. Under the watchful eyes of the bodyguard, he jogged to the door of room 2222, called out "Miss Fourth," and then handed over the universal room key with both hands.

really.

Human nature cannot withstand the test.

Bai Haoran spent a long time in Haojiang, and had more contact with He Yihui than with Boss Jiang. It seems unsurprising that he would betray him.

"Hard."

He Yihui accepted it.

He was still very polite.

Therefore, Zhongtingwang should not get angry, but should reflect on whether he has done something wrong.

The hotel manager forced a smile and said respectfully, "Miss, please feel free to ask if you need anything."

"Ah."

The hotel manager, who acted as a temporary deliveryman, left promptly after completing his task, without looking, listening, or thinking too much.

In Haojiang, one must restrain one's curiosity, because the bones buried beneath this land are far too many due to unwarranted curiosity.

After the manager of Wanxi Palace left, He Yihui, who had received the room key, did not hesitate at all and swiped the card.

"drop."

The door opened in response.

What is power?

That is power.

So what if it's a high-end hotel?
They will not guarantee the guests' most basic rights either.

He Yihui turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. According to the plot, at this moment, someone should be sitting on the sofa, legs crossed, perhaps holding a glass of red wine, and then looking at her sideways, saying indifferently, "Oh, it's Miss Fourth."

But reality is quite different.

The separate living room was empty.

The Empty City Stratagem?
He Yihui turned her head, her gaze shifting to the bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. She then quietly walked to the doorway, and then, her expressionless face suddenly broke into a smile.

Inside the frosted glass bathroom, a figure can be vaguely seen taking a shower, and one can almost hear humming a song.

There is dissatisfaction.

She's clearly in a good mood.

Presumably, the bathroom door wasn't locked, and as the saying goes, "Warfare is based on deception."
If she rushed in at this moment, she could definitely catch him off guard and cause him to fall flat on his face. However, after standing at the bedroom door for a while, He Yihui still gave up this golden opportunity that she could only dream of.

She is bold, decisive, and efficient in love, but she is, after all, a woman.

She closed the bedroom door, pretending no one was visiting, and retreated not only to the living room but also out of the suite.

"boom."

As the thick solid wood door closed again, He Yihui stood at the door of 2222, and everything returned to how it was at the beginning.

The cold-blooded bodyguards who remained at the elevator entrance were puzzled when they saw the young lady make her comeback, and they looked at each other in confusion.

She stood silently in the corridor for more than ten minutes, which was about the time it would take for a man to finish showering. He Yihui put away the master key, raised her hand, and rang the doorbell for the third time.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong..."

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inside the house.

Someone had indeed finished showering, feeling refreshed, and was leisurely drying their hair while wrapped in a bathrobe, when they heard the doorbell ring and slipped in through the half-open bedroom door.

He paused, and his expression immediately changed.

Is that girl who calls him "Oppa" really going to rush up here?
There's been a misunderstanding.

Mr. Jiang is not a detail-obsessed person.

He clearly didn't intentionally hide the room number by only mentioning the floor; it was just pure carelessness. Otherwise, he wouldn't have suspected Kim Joo-hyun immediately.

There are at least thirty rooms on one floor.

What good is knowing which floor he lives on?

They're big stars, how could they possibly try out every single one of them?

Of course.

If he had the ability to see clearly, he would have seen everything at a glance. But Boss Jiang was in the thick of things and had so many things to consider every day. It's completely understandable that he might occasionally make a mistake.

So here comes the question.

He thinks it's Kim Joo-hyun, so will she open the door?
It wasn't late yet, just past nine o'clock, the time when nightlife was just beginning. It was also the dividing line between this Eastern gambling city and other places. Cars flowed endlessly on the streets, and colorful neon lights formed a dazzling galaxy.

It's time to consider both "public and private" factors again.

Whether as a boss or a friend, there seems to be no reason to turn the other person away.

Besides, if you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear.

How could a grown man be more shy than a woman?

Jiang abandoned his original idea of ​​changing clothes, simply tightened the belt of his bathrobe, and then, with a completely innocent attitude, stepped out of the bedroom in his slippers, went to the door, and opened it.

There are always some surprising encounters, like opening the door and seeing you.

Eyes facing each other.

Mr. Jiang, who thought it was a Korean girl, was stunned and his expression froze.

Why are you here?

Not only had she arrived, but she had also already strolled around inside. Miss He, with gentle eyes, gazed into the other person's eyes and asked in return with the exact same question: "Why did you come?"

Caught off guard, Boss Jiang pursed his lips, glanced down the corridor, saw the bodyguard at the elevator entrance, and then turned aside.

"Come in."

He Yihui re-entered the house, this time openly and honestly.

"Bai Haoran told you?"

Mr. Jiang is still incredibly sharp-witted. As he closed the door, he adjusted his mindset. Although the customer was unexpected, that's life; things never follow a set pattern. Therefore, adaptability is a skill that must be mastered and continuously upgraded.

"Ah."

This doesn't count as betrayal.

Lying makes no sense.

Miss He was very responsible. She did not indulge in the sentimental feelings after the long-awaited reunion. She took responsibility immediately and said, "It was my fault for not letting him notify you."

"why?"

Mr. Jiang asked with a smile, indicating that he indeed did not hold a grudge.

"Because my eldest sister's last wish was not to have a grand funeral, I don't want to make a fuss about it."

Boss Jiang continued to rub his hair with the towel, "But if you don't make a fuss, someone else will. Haven't all the heroes and powerful figures in the area come?"

"You arrived today?"

He Yihui changed the subject, showing no signs of agitation.

It's always like this whenever I meet her.

It's as if we've never been apart.

This feeling is like no matter how long the separation, it's always the same: leaving home in the morning and returning home in the evening.

It's very strange.

"Okay. Sit down."

Mr. Jiang rubbed his head as he greeted them.

Don't look at what a person says, look at what they do.

Although the other party appeared calm, restrained, and reserved, he had just checked in and finished showering when the other party appeared in front of him, even faster than Kim Joo-hyun downstairs. How could he not understand the meaning behind it?
Jiang's feelings for Jin Zhuxuan stemmed from human kindness and conscience, but even with his thick skin, he couldn't claim to be completely innocent with her, who had lost both her father and her elder sister.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone straight to the beach where the two of them officially met and got to know each other as soon as he arrived in Haojiang.

Some scenery, even if it doesn't often appear in daily life, can make people feel nostalgic in the occasional moments of relaxation.

He Yihui sat down on the sofa, then patted the seat next to her, "You sit down too."

Mr. Jiang, wearing a light bathrobe, didn't sit down. "I'm drying my hair."

"What's the point of wiping it? It's not like you're a girl. It'll dry in a bit."

"..."

That seems to make sense.

So Mr. Jiang took a towel and sat down on the sofa, but not in the spot the other person had taken. He left about a body length away, enough to comfortably fit Kim Joo-hyun.

However, they must be angry right now, so they're unlikely to come up.

"Why did you come here so late? Don't you have to attend a funeral tomorrow? Why don't you get some rest?"

"Look at you."

He's always so straightforward and frank, which made Boss Jiang a little embarrassed. He nervously clenched the towel, unsure of how to respond.

So what if he's a player, no, a top-tier simp?
There will be times when we are unable to cope.

Sincerity is always the ultimate weapon.

Are you alone?

He Yihui was very considerate. Noticing the other person's "awkwardness," she shifted her gaze to the bedroom.

But then again, didn't she just conduct a discreet inspection? How could she not know how many people were in the room?

"if not."

Mr. Jiang smiled in astonishment, looking quite innocent.

"Isn't that Korean entertainer living downstairs?"

He truly deserves the title of the uncrowned king of Macau; he has an uncanny understanding of everything that happens in Macau, big or small.

"She is indeed very beautiful."

He Yihui sincerely praised, "When a person's appearance is equivalent to a national symbol, there should be no more pointless questioning."

"Otherwise, would I have signed it?"

Mr. Jiang readily accepted the offer, and then naturally said, "This time, it's all thanks to you for helping her and the production team out of that predicament."

"Are all mainland bosses this attentive to their artists?"

He Yihui marveled at how well-informed the other party was.

Mr. Jiang chuckled and leaned back on the sofa. “Haojiang has been returned to China for so long, but I didn’t expect it to still be in a feudal society.”

If Prince Zhongting had heard this, he would have immediately started thinking about how to escape—by water, land, or air. Unfortunately, he couldn't hear it.

Of course.

Given Zhongtingwang's confidence, even if he knew, he would most likely dismiss it.

We all started from humble beginnings and rose from the ashes. Who is more noble than whom?
What an arrogant bastard!
Miss He did not plead for leniency, nor did she kick someone when they were down. She elegantly crossed her legs, clasped her hands together, and said truthfully, "The situation on the mainland isn't much better."

"So this is the problem. The country has been established for more than a few decades, but some of its inherent flaws are still deeply rooted and have not changed."

Boss Jiang spoke with intonation and rhythm.

These words would probably sound even more charming if they weren't spoken while wearing a bathrobe and slippers.

Miss He maintained her smile and politely reminded him, "Your underwear is showing." (End of Chapter)