Wrong room (1)
Shrouded in darkness, the light from the moon and stars up above shed light on Earth.
C city, Imperial Palace Hotel
Out of the darkness, a white Bugatti sports car broke through the night like a gust of wind, took a nice turn in front of the hotel and pulled up outside the main entrance.
The waiters, who had been waiting respectfully on both sides bowed and greeted, “Master Bei, you are here.”
The man in the car just took a faint glance at the group of people, pushed the door open and stepped out.
A face so imposing, with features so deep of which few Asians have, came out. Though half hidden in the shadows, the other half illuminated by the lights was so dazzling that people couldn’t help but stare.
“Your room has already been arranged!” The waiter in charge of the reception gave a humble reminder then with a gesture invited him in.
“Hmm” The man spat out indifferently as he left a large crowd of waiters behind. Striding through with slender legs, he went straight towards the hotel.
A cold wind seemed to have passed following his steps. His body that seemed to carry a cold magnetic field set off a chill like ice and snow in the place where he had just left.
He entered the elevator and went up to the 15th floor, to the room prepared beforehand. Upon entering the room, the man casually unbuttoned his shirt, then walked with his long legs straight to the bathroom.
At the same time that the water in the bathroom was opened, a sudden beep of a key card inserted in the suite door burst out.
The door was opened then left ajar quietly…
Meanwhile, downstairs on the ground floor at the hotel’s lawn, a birthday party was taking place.
This birthday party was held for Fang Rong, the young master of the Fang family. Fang Chixia has just arrived and the main protagonist of the evening welcomed her in.
“Xia Xia, you came!” Fang Rong strode towards her. And when she came close, he impatiently rushed forward with his arms open wide.
Fang Chixia, sharp-eyed, cleverly dodged his movements with two steps back before his body was about to touch hers.
“Fang Chixia!” Fang Rong who came up empty-handed was slightly annoyed. But at the sight of her face more delicate than flowers, all his anger were swallowed back into his stomach.
The night was still long, he’ll get his hands on her soon enough.
Fang Rong was the son of Fang Chi Xia’s adoptive father. After Fang Chixia grew up, he never stopped leering at her looking like he couldn’t wait to eat her up.
Fang Chixia, however, was clever and usually avoided him. She even rarely returned home, which dashed Fang Rong’s hopes repeatedly.
Such a piece of delicious meat was in front of him. He could only see, but couldn’t eat, Fang Rong’s heart has long been waiting to have a taste.
Thinking of the plan tonight, the corner of his lips twitched treacherously.
Beckoning a passing waiter, he took two glasses of wine from the tray and handed one to Fang Chixia. “Xia Xia, today is my birthday. Aren’t you going to give me a toast?”
Fang Chixia had always had her guard up against him, but tonight’s occasion, this glass of wine was really not easy to evade.
“I want to drink this flavor.” Staring at the drink he handed over, she made a clever excuse for herself and took the opportunity to change the glass of wine.
Fang Rong looked at her motionless, and the malicious smile on his lips grew deeper.
He knew this girl was deceptive!
Good thing he already got it covered!
This girl could not have guessed, even if she was more careful, the wine inside, in fact, was all tampered with…