novelraw Chapter 20: Completely Unfazed, Even Amused
Chapter 20: Completely Unfazed, Even Amused
After deflating that bastard’s car tires, Qian walked into the hotel and took out her identification card.
"Mr. Ni Jianren just now is my brother, I’m helping him deliver something." She gestured at her bag with her other hand.
As she held the ID, her finger conveniently covered her last name.
This was the moment to remain calm and composed, not to rush in directly, but to approach proactively with the ID, which would instead make them less suspicious.
Sure enough, the hotel front desk, seeing she could produce an ID and name a member customer, told her the room number and let her in.
By now, most state-run inns had been eliminated by the market. This hotel was considered decent in Q City, but it still fell short compared to the star-rated standards Qian experienced in her previous life. Dim hallways masked a musty odor with cheap incense, and as she walked through, mysterious cries could occasionally be heard.
Qian’s heart was utterly undisturbed, to the point she even felt like laughing.
Qian patted her face. The chaotic sounds in the corridor didn’t make her blush, but just hearing the name Yu Minglang made her feel slightly warm.
Standing at the door of Ni Jianren’s room, Qian waited patiently, calculating the time.
When Yu Minglang rushed in, the hotel front desk stopped him; he was eager to see Qian.
He pulled out a hundred-yuan note and his identification.
"I need a room!"
"Just by yourself?" The receptionist looked curiously at Yu Minglang several times, noticing he had no luggage or companion—a rather odd customer.
"Yes, cut the crap, hurry!" He feared if he was late, Qian would enter some room and then...
Recently, two murders had occurred in inns in Q City, and the victims were young women. Seeing Qian enter alone, he rushed in recklessly.
As to why he felt so concerned for a stranger, he hadn’t figured out, except she had the same aura as Zhou Zhiruo, like she was magnetic.
The receptionist was slow, and Yu Minglang was growing anxious. He almost wanted to break in immediately. As soon as the paperwork was completed, he rushed in.
The hotel was two stories high, and as he stepped into the corner corridor, he saw that graceful silhouette.
Seeing she was all right, Yu Minglang let out a long breath.
But immediately, he was captivated by Qian’s profile.
Qian closed her eyes, letting the dim light fall on her, the shadows casting a beautiful arc of her long lashes across her face.
Her porcelain-like skin, with every pore exuding youthful vitality.
Yu Minglang didn’t like hotels, but in this chaotic environment, she stood quietly, like a lotus blooming in mud, disconnected from everything around her, blossoming and growing on her own.
He could even see a hint of disdain on her lips.
She always stood outside the world, like an observer, watching everyone coldly, yet she would protect children and feed stray cats.
These two conflicting qualities coexisted in one woman.
Yu Minglang’s face grew even warmer. For the first time, he noticed his heartbeat speeding up, caused by a woman.
His body felt hot, hotter than when he performed missions under the scorching desert, but unlike that painful heat, this was a natural reaction ignited by hormones—warm, with the urge to break through the skin, difficult to suppress, yet uncontrollably maddening.
Yu Minglang used to think of himself as someone who wouldn’t let hormones rule him for a lifetime, and when comrades talked about their love experiences, he’d only have one reaction: why do they feel so flustered?
But when Qian appeared in his world, eyes closed, with a stance both fragile and proud, standing beyond the world, Yu Minglang realized everyone can be stirred.
For this chemical reaction to occur, one must meet the right person, but some people never do in their lifetime.
And so, at the age of 24, Yu Minglang had his encounter.
Suddenly, the girl who stirred him moved, no longer statue-like, she opened the bag in her hand, pulling out a... camera?
Yu Minglang was perplexed as to what Qian was planning. Then she suddenly shocked him with her next move.
Qian swiftly drew a utility knife from her pocket, stuck it into the door gap, jimmied the door, slightly opened it, leaving just enough gap for the camera lens, aiming it at the pair on the bed, and kept clicking the shutter.
She was pleased with herself; her timing was perfect. The subjects were cooperating beautifully, with both showing clear faces.
Qian shot swiftly, clicking the shutter continuously to ensure she collected plenty of evidence, then lifted her foot and kicked the door open!