Theoretically, that’s true, but... she just wanted to expose his lies.
"Then I don’t want cash. Can you help book a room? I’ll pay you back when I get my salary." Given his status, booking a room here shouldn’t be a problem, right?
Mainly, she didn’t have that much money on her. She heard that here, even an ordinary room costs over a thousand.
"No way!" Qin Feimo seed to have finished breakfast, stood up from the chair, and outright rejected her request.
His refusal was so decisive and straightforward that Feng Jinglei was montarily stunned.
Seeing him get up, she followed suit. "Why? I already said I’d pay you back."
"I’m afraid you won’t be able to repay." He stared at her, a faint smile playing in his long, deep eyes.
"At most, I’d just borrow a thousand yuan. How could I not be able to pay it back?" If it was before, his doubts were understandable, but now she had a job, earning several thousand a month. How could she not afford to repay a thousand?
He gazed at her for about two seconds, then suddenly leaned forward toward her across the dining table. "Because I’m afraid you won’t last long at the M Group. If you quit because of certain factors, who would I ask to repay ?"
Hearing this, Feng Jinglei was montarily taken aback.
His doubts seed to make sense because the M Group was his company. It was indeed possible that she might suddenly leave one day due to "certain factors."
Qin Feimo curved his lips and turned to leave, while Feng Jinglei stood there, lost in thought.
So, was she destined to spend the night with him again?
Thinking of this, recalling the passionate scene from last night, a blush involuntarily blood on her fair cheeks.
After a while, with no appetite, she left the dining table. At this mont, she saw Qin Feimo all dressed up, seemingly about to go out.
"Rest well in the room."
Before leaving, he couldn’t help but glance at her, gave these instructions, and went out.
Watching his disappearing figure as the door closed, Feng Jinglei withdrew her gaze.
The scar on her face was still quite obvious. In this state, she definitely wouldn’t be going out today.
Walking to the sofa, with nothing to do, she could only turn on the TV, planning to find a show to kill ti.
Soon after, the doorbell suddenly rang.
She was montarily surprised, turning her head toward the closed door.
At this ti, who could it be? Hotel service staff?
Putting down the remote, Feng Jinglei got up and walked to the door, opening it.
What t her eyes was Xiang Jinnan’s worried face.
"Jinnan?"
As soon as the door opened, Xiang Jinnan was shocked by the particularly noticeable scar on her face, feeling a tightness in his chest.
"What happened to you?"
His sudden question caught Feng Jinglei off guard for a couple of seconds before she realized he was asking about the scar on her face.
"It’s fine now."
Xiang Jinnan’s face was full of concern, his eyes showing more of his heartache for her.
"Are you here to see Qin Feimo?"
Feng Jinglei invited him in, knowing this was originally Qin Feimo’s room, so Xiang Jinnan might be here to see Qin Feimo.
But Xiang Jinnan said, "No, I ca to see you."
She paused, turning to stare at him. "How did you know I was here?"
A trace of desolation flashed across Xiang Jinnan’s face.
Earlier, he was in the room next door. After ringing the bell for a while and getting no response, Dongfang Li ca out and told him that Jinglei was staying with President Qin.
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