Chapter 1012: Chapter 1012: Sending My Remaining Years Afar (Part 6)
The Crown Hotel isn’t one of those skyscrapers, but a very stylish hotel, with a large outdoor area mainly used for weddings and banquets.
Hua Can went to negotiate there, but soon ran into trouble.
However, when Chuzheng said he could raise the price at will, Hua Can went back to negotiate with confidence.
This ti, Hua Can did quite a good job.
Chuzheng chose an auspicious day—it was a dark and windy night to sign the contract.
After all, she still had to maintain the helpless, weak, and pitiful image of being imprisoned; otherwise, who knew where she’d find her Good Person Card?
Besides the boss, several managers from the Crown Hotel were present.
It wasn’t until Chuzheng was about to sign that she rembered the original owner wasn’t quite of age yet.
“Sign it for .” Chuzheng looked at Hua Can.
Hua Can: “??”
The people at Crown Hotel: “…”
Hua Can inexplicably ended up owning a hotel.
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Chuzheng didn’t give any thought to what Uncle Bai said earlier, only realizing it when he ca to invite her that day.
“Can I not go?”
“Miss Song, the car is already waiting for you.”
This ant she had no choice.
Under others’ eaves—you might not want to bow your head, but you can show so respect.
Chuzheng went to change her clothes.
Clothes that looked unremarkable at first now had a stunning effect once worn.
A white base with embroidery as embellishnt, ethereal and elegant in design, exuding a touch of clear nobility.
An irregular hem with subtle golden threading, covered with a layer of sheer gauze, fluttered ethereally as she walked, imparting a dreamy aura.
“Looks pretty good.”
Uncle Bai smiled gently from behind: “Miss Song’s temperant suits this dress perfectly.”
Chuzheng glanced at him.
Listen to how nicely he put that.
It’s the person who complents the clothes, not the clothes complenting the person.
If only this butler were mine.
Chuzheng pondered silently on how to make him switch jobs.
Chuzheng changed her clothes and was taken to do her styling.
The original owner had a good foundation and was a bit rough when first brought back.
But for the Song family’s face, Mother Song did provide quite a bit to doll her up.
Moreover, during the ti in the villa, the original owner had already beco quite beautiful.
So the stylist found it quite easy.
Chuzheng didn’t expect the place she’d be going would be the Crown Hotel.
No wonder the Bastard earlier wanted her to buy this place.
Today was Song Boxue’s birthday.
The Song Family had just recovered from a setback and desperately needed such an occasion to establish connections.
Quite a few people showed up, with a constant stream coming in and out of the hotel’s entrance.
Whether they ca to be spectators or had ulterior motives was anyone’s guess.
“Miss Song, here is the gift.”
Uncle Bai handed the prepared gift to Chuzheng.
“Why give him a gift?” Chuzheng didn’t take it and looked toward the Song Family’s gate, “My presence here is already giving him face.”
Uncle Bai chuckled: “Miss Song, this is a gift from the gentleman for you to deliver.”
Chuzheng stared at the box.
Not big.
Square.
Nicely wrapped.
Couldn’t tell what was inside; Chuzheng took it, weighed it, and it wasn’t very heavy.
Holding the box, Chuzheng looked at the all-capable butler Uncle Bai: “Should we put a ti bomb in it to scare him a bit?”
Uncle Bai twitched his lips.
Chuzheng’s serious face suggested she wasn’t joking!
It felt as if she’d start putting a ti bomb inside if he nodded.
“Miss Song, please go in, we’ll be waiting outside for you. Here’s your phone; contact us if there’s any danger.”
Chuzheng didn’t say anything more, accepted the phone, and was also handed an invitation card.
The na on the invitation was soone obscure; she hadn’t even heard of them.
Anyway, it was just a formality with no practical purpose.
Chuzheng felt she could use her face to gain entry.
After all, her face was identical to Song Yanran’s.
However, the people at the door were employees of the hotel and didn’t recognize her.
Chuzheng handed over the invitation to get inside.
“Miss Song?”
A man called out to her at the entrance with surprise: “Oh, look at , I should call you President Song.”
Even though the hotel was transferred to soone nad Hua Can, it was clear the one funding it was this Miss Song.
“Mm.”
Chuzheng rembered him, the hotel manager, and nodded as a greeting.
“You’re here to…”
Chuzheng indifferently patted the box without speaking.
The manager recalled that the place was booked for the Song family today, and with Miss Song sharing the sa surna, he turned over several ideas in his head: “Are you Mr. Song?”
“You talk a lot.”
Manager: “…”
I was just trying to flatter you!
The manager dared not say more, personally escorting Chuzheng inside.
Along the way, others greeted her, and Chuzheng responded calmly and confidently.
Chuzheng swaggered inside with the identity of the Song family’s eldest daughter.
Yet, when Song Boxue in the crowd saw Chuzheng, his face changed drastically in shock.
But before Song Boxue could make his way over, soone beat him to it.
“Yanran? When did you co back?” The approaching girl was surprised and sowhat delighted.
The original owner’s mory had no recollection of this person, likely soone Song Yanran knew.
The manager wisely remained silent. The girl who spoke noticed the manager, thinking it wasn’t odd since it was Song Boxue’s event, and focused her attention on Chuzheng.
“I heard you went abroad for sothing and even took leave from school; we couldn’t reach you and were worried. Hey, are you back today for your dad’s birthday?”
“Mm.” Chuzheng casually responded.
“I…”
“Yanran.” Song Boxue interjected.
“Uncle Song.” The girl imdiately swallowed her words and greeted Song Boxue.
Song Boxue smiled slightly: “Yanran, co with for a mont.”
Song Boxue tried to pull Chuzheng, but she evaded him, yet walked in that direction, leaving Song Boxue to withdraw his hand.
Once they reached a corner, Song Boxue imdiately confronted her: “Song Chuzheng, what are you doing here?”
When he first saw her, Song Boxue thought it was Song Yanran sneaking in, but on a closer look, realized she wasn’t Song Yanran at all.
“Celebrating a birthday.” Chuzheng’s voice was cold as she handed over the box: “Mr. Yu sent this for you.”
Hearing Mr. Yu’s na, Song Boxue flinched, cold sweat pouring down.
“Mr. Yu didn’t find out, did he?” Song Boxue whispered, like a thief.
Chuzheng also found Song Boxue rather talented.
He was bold enough when doing things.
Now why act so timid.
But co to think of it, sotis people do things with sheer courage and only feel regret and fear afterward.
Yet, what good is that?
It’s already done.
Chuzheng reached out, tapped the box, and then withdrew her hand, crossing her arms in front of her, gazing at him with indifference.
Song Boxue felt uncomfortable being stared at by Chuzheng.
This daughter, raised in the countryside for over a decade, now felt so unfamiliar it frightened him.
Even though she was his biological daughter, having not raised her for over ten years naturally ant there was no bond.
Especially after she ‘misbehaved and bullied’ Song Yanran a few tis, Song Boxue had even less fondness for her.
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