My sister, whom I raised, has turned evil after faking her death for three years.

She found a thin stack of banknotes in her pocket—the thousand yuan reserve fund the system had prepared for her; this was all the money she currently had.

She glanced at the hotel in front of her, then at the stack of money in her hand. Remembering how good the driver had been, she figured he wouldn't lie to her. So she took a deep breath and walked through the revolving door.

The lobby was magnificent, with a floor of gleaming marble and a huge crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. A faint fragrance of gardenias filled the air.

Su Qing walked to the front desk. The receptionist looked to be in her early twenties, with exquisite makeup, a proper smile, and a soft and polite voice.

Su Qing awkwardly placed the stack of money in her hand on the counter and asked in a low voice if there were any cheap single rooms available.

The girl smiled and said yes, and asked her to register her identity information.

Su Qing subconsciously reached into her pocket before realizing she didn't even have her ID card. The girl smiled and said it was fine not to have her ID card; she could just manually enter her ID number.

After Su Qing finished typing, the girl tapped a few times on the keyboard and then asked her to sit in the waiting area for a while, saying that she was arranging a room for her.

Su Qing obediently sat down on the sofa in the waiting area. The sofa was even softer than she had imagined. She sank in half of it, and it was so comfortable that she almost forgot she only had a thousand yuan on her.

About five minutes later, the girl answered a phone call, then hung up and walked towards her with an apologetic look on her face. She put her hands together and pleaded in her voice, "I'm so sorry, ma'am. We just checked the last single room and found that the air conditioner was broken and needs to be repaired. How about this, can we upgrade your room for free? I'm really sorry to trouble you."

As she spoke, she blinked her big, bright eyes, tilted her head slightly, and spoke with such sincerity that it was impossible to refuse.

"Um... Is... is that alright?" Su Qing looked at her with some surprise.

The girl clasped her hands together, blinked her big eyes, and pleaded, "May I? May I?"

Su Qing nodded blankly, "Is...is it okay...do I need to pay more?"

Upon hearing this, the young woman felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She said no, no, and quickly walked back to the front desk, took out a black and gold room key from the drawer, and handed it to her with both hands.

  

Su Qing took the room card and glanced at it. The card was made of thick material, and the gold-plated hotel logo gleamed subtly under the light. It didn't look like it was for a discounted room at all.

The young woman had already come out from behind the counter, led her to the elevator entrance, swiped her card, pressed the button for the 31st floor, then stepped back, clasped her hands in front of her, and bowed slightly in a standard service posture, watching the elevator doors slowly close.

Once the elevator doors were completely closed and the numbers on the display screen started to jump up, the girl let out a long breath, patted her chest, and then turned around and gave an OK sign to the security camera in the corner of the lobby.

The elevator stopped on the thirty-first floor, and the moment the doors opened, Su Qing saw a young woman standing in the doorway.

She looked to be in her mid-twenties, wearing a well-tailored dark uniform, her hair neatly pinned up, exuding competence and efficiency.

Su Qing handed her the room key, which the woman took with both hands, checked it, bowed slightly, and gestured for her to follow her: "Hello, Miss Su, please come with me."

Su Qing followed her through a corridor covered with a thick carpet. Large oil paintings hung on the walls on both sides, and every few steps there was an exquisite floral arrangement. A faint fragrance permeated the air.

The more she walked, the more she felt something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

The woman stopped in front of room 31001, swiped her card to open the door, and gestured for the door to open.

Su Qing walked in, then froze on the spot.

This isn't a hotel room; it's clearly a luxury apartment.

The high-ceilinged living room is twice the size of an average home, with floor-to-ceiling windows covering an entire wall. At this moment, the curtains are wide open, and the dazzling night view of the northern city is spread out before your eyes without any obstruction, with thousands of lights hanging like an inverted Milky Way.

In the center of the living room sits a set of off-white leather sofas, and on the coffee table, a crystal vase holds a bunch of white roses still glistening with dew.

Fresh fruit was displayed on the marble countertop in the open kitchen, and a snow-white tablecloth covered the round table in the dining room, with candlesticks and tableware neatly arranged.

The walls are also inlaid with many floor-length mirrors. The number of floor-length mirrors in this room is significantly more than in ordinary hotels, with one in almost every corner, as if it was specially arranged.

Su Qing stood at the door, hesitant to step inside, her mind racing. Had this hotel made a mistake? Even with all her savings combined, she probably couldn't afford a single night in a room like this, let alone a special offer.

The woman stood beside her, smiled slightly, and introduced herself: "Hello, Miss Su, I am the 24-hour housekeeper for this room. Just call me Xiaozhi. If you need anything, please press the call button anytime, and I will come immediately."

Just as Su Qing was about to say that she didn't need anything else, her stomach growled twice, its sound particularly clear in the empty and quiet room.

The system whispered in her mind that the host's blood sugar was low and suggested that she eat as soon as possible, but she reflexively shut it up by thinking "shut up."

Xiao Zhi smiled slightly, pretending not to have heard anything, and simply told her that the kitchen was already preparing the meal, which would be served shortly.

Su Qing's face was still red. Seeing her businesslike demeanor, she could only nod and say, "Thank you for your trouble."

Xiao Zhi bowed slightly, turned around and walked to the coffee table. She took out several kinds of fresh fruit from the food storage container and placed them on the fruit plate. Her movements were clean and neat, and the plating was so exquisite that it looked like she was setting up an appetizer for a banquet.

Then she went into the bathroom, where the sound of running water being adjusted could be heard. After a while, she dried her hands and came out, returning to the door and bowing slightly to Su Qing: "Miss, if you need anything, you can press that call button, and I'll go get your food." After saying that, she left the doorway and gently closed it behind her.

Su Qing stood in the center of the living room and turned around. This room didn't look like a hotel suite at all; it looked more like a high-end apartment that had been carefully decorated.

The refrigerator was crammed with food, a coffee machine sat on the bar, and there were even basic household books on the bookshelf.

A thick carpet was laid in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, offering an unobstructed view of the night scene outside.

She sat back on the sofa, picked up a strawberry from the fruit plate, took a small bite, and the sweet and sour juice melted on her tongue.

She looked down at the half-eaten strawberry in her hand, and a sudden pang of sadness welled up inside her.

Xiao Ran loves strawberries the most... I wish she were here.

Su Qing's eyes darkened slightly. She put the remaining half of the strawberry into her mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it. The sweet and sour taste lingered on her tongue, but she couldn't suppress the bitterness in her heart.

She looked up at the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror on the side of the living room and walked over.

Her reflection in the mirror showed her now, the hem of her black dress gently draped below her knees, outlining her slender and graceful waistline.

Her long, flowing hair fell quietly over her shoulders, with a few stray strands brushing against her slightly cool cheeks.

Looking at her face in the mirror, which was exactly the same as it had been three years ago, she felt a little unreal. She raised her hand and pinched her cheek, as if trying to confirm whether this body really existed.

Unbeknownst to her, on the other side of this full-length mirror, behind what she thought was an ordinary one-way mirror, a figure was standing there.

The man was a bit taller than her, wearing dark loungewear, with long hair cascading over his shoulders, and a thin platinum bracelet on his wrist that gleamed warmly in the dim light.

She had been standing there for who knows how long, her gaze never leaving Su Qing from the moment Su Qing entered the room.

Su Qing placed her hand on the mirror, and the other woman placed her hand on it as well. Through the thin glass, their palms seemed to be touching.

She watched as the woman tilted her head to examine herself in the mirror, then raised her hand to pinch her cheek, a slow smile curving her lips.

My older sister is so cute...