A Manual for Surviving a Weird World

Chapter 422 Shuyu Zhishui
The hotel failed to prevent the suicide attempt, but was then accused of taking photos without consent by the young girl, which led to police cars arriving downstairs.

However, the hotel manager was clearly experienced. He smoothly pointed the finger at the previous resident of the room. It turned out that he had indeed installed the camera to satisfy his perverted hobby. It was a purely personal act and had nothing to do with the hotel.

The police then left, and the hotel, due to its lax screening, provided the girl with some humanitarian compensation, thus resolving the matter satisfactorily.

As for the top few VIP floors, there were naturally no cameras. Ning Zhe and Feng Yushu had already checked them when they entered. Ordinary surveillance methods could not hide anything from Ning Zhe, who was now a first-class ascendant.

Having learned about the hotel's guests, Ning Zhe had a better understanding of the situation. Although he still couldn't find any clues related to the strange events, he was no longer completely clueless.

"What do we do next?" Feng Yushu asked softly, her arm around Ning Zhe's and her snow-white chin resting gently on his shoulder.

"There's nothing to do," Ning Zhe said casually. "Acting rashly might alert the enemy and cause some unnecessary complications."

For example, Xu Beicheng, who had previously disappeared in the mortuary, has now suddenly appeared in the hotel. Ning Zhe is almost certain that he is an Ascended Being, and his methods are quite sophisticated.

Even Miao Miaomiao, who was originally supposed to miss the train, suddenly made it, leading Ning Zhe to suspect that it might be Xu Beicheng's doing.

Ning Zhe could probably understand Xu Beicheng's thoughts.

The fact that Xu Beicheng was not in Lan Shiwen's memory indicates that he was a hidden, idle ascendant outside the official system, without the background that Lan Shiwen had, relying solely on his own abilities and caution to navigate this strange and treacherous world.

He didn't want to be the first to stick his neck out, and neither did Ning Zhe. Therefore, the best course of action now was to wait and see what happened, and quietly wait for the 'abnormality' to appear.

"So you have time now, right?" Feng Yushu's words were warm and gentle, her warm and moist breath softly brushing against Ning Zhe's earlobe. Her full breasts pressed against Ning Zhe's arm, and his pounding heartbeat was transmitted through his clothes. Ning Zhe lowered his eyes and looked to the side, seeing Feng Yushu's eyes as clear as autumn water, but with a burning heat in them.

"Ning Zhe, do you want me?"

Feng Yushu's voice trembled slightly, her cheeks flushed with a blush like peach blossoms, she was a little scared and a little expectant: "I...you know about my situation. Although I have given birth to Azhi, my body is still clean and has never been touched by a man. If you want it, if you don't mind, I...I can give it to you."

"I'm willing...no, I want to, I want to give this body to you." Feng Yushu lowered her head, not daring to look at him, only holding Ning Zhe tightly in her arms, as if saying these words had exhausted all her courage:
"I used to be too humble and too cowardly. I missed out on so much and poured too much emotion into an illusory existence. After learning about Azhi's true background, my heart felt empty. For a moment, I wanted to close my eyes and never wake up again... But later I understood that I lived to meet you."

Feng Yushu released Ning Zhe's arm, freeing her hand to pull open the collar of her bathrobe, revealing her clearly defined white cleavage: "I don't want any title, and I won't make trouble for you later. I'm very convenient. If you want me, I'll come; if you don't want me, I'll leave. So please, just pity me, okay? Ning Zhe, please, give me some courage to live."

Ning Zhe reached out to her waist and loosened the sash. The two sides of the bathrobe unfolded behind her like a pair of snow-white wings, as if she were an angel flying to heaven.

The bed sheet beneath was already warm and damp: "It seems you really need this." "Mmm..." Feng Yushu nodded, her chest slightly hunched. She needed it, both emotionally and physically.
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The next day.

The morning sun streamed in through the window. Ning Zhe opened his eyes but didn't rush to get up. It seemed that Feng Yushu in his arms had woken up earlier than him. Her plump body lay softly in his arms, and her eyes were so tender that they seemed to melt your heart as she gazed at him with affection.

"Are you satisfied now?" Ning Zhe asked gently, his arm around her soft, boneless shoulders.

"I'm so satisfied..." Feng Yushu blushed, her gentle voice slightly hoarse: "And you, Ning Zhe, are you... satisfied with me?"

Looking at her expectant eyes, Ning Zhe couldn't help but recall the unbearable scenes from last night, and smiled, "Just like you."

After that night, Ning Zhe's strongest impression of Feng Yushu was that she was obedient, truly obedient, so obedient and compliant, always complying with his every request. Especially when the aunt knelt on the floor to do things that Xia Yubing would never have done, Ning Zhe felt, how could a woman be so obedient...

The two snuggled together for a while, enjoying the tenderness of the morning. After getting up and washing up, Ning Zhe and Feng Yushu changed into loose-fitting home clothes and ordinary sneakers provided by the hotel, preparing to go downstairs for breakfast and asking the cleaning lady to tidy up the mess in the room.

After all, she was a mother. Even though she was kicked up as soon as she was about to start her new life, it didn't cause her any particular inconvenience. She was just a little exhausted and her legs were so weak that she couldn't walk very fast.

The two grabbed some food from the restaurant on the second floor of the hotel and then found a quiet corner to sit down and eat.

The kitchen at the Vanilla Hotel was only of average quality for a hotel of this caliber. The restaurant was not crowded; you could only see a few people eating breakfast while looking at their phones.

“I remember the head chef of the Vanilla Hotel was a very famous chef.” Feng Yushu scooped up a spoonful of mashed potatoes and put it in her mouth, then pursed her lips and said, “But now it seems that the reputation is a bit exaggerated. The taste is just so-so.”

“The head chef is the star of the restaurant. He doesn’t cook often; he only cooks when entertaining important guests,” Ning Zhe said casually. “For example, when the front desk staff sees a popular food blogger visiting the restaurant, they will notify the head chef to cook immediately, while the other guests eat the apprentices’ practice dishes.”

Feng Yushu nodded. She didn't have many hobbies, except for being a bit of a glutton and liking to eat delicious food. But in the past, when she followed the video guides of restaurant review bloggers to find food, the dishes served at the restaurants were always different from those in the videos. Today, she finally understood why.

"If you really want to eat the same dishes as those internet celebrities, next time you have the chance you can bring a camera to the restaurant, just like Miao Miaomiao did."

As the two were chatting, suddenly, a man carrying a tray walked straight toward the corner, his straight steps indicating a clear purpose.

Ning Zhe and Feng Yushu looked up in unison:
"Xu Beicheng?"

(End of this chapter)