Can this five-star hotel’s service really be so perceptive? They haven’t missed a single thing.
She picked up her rice bowl and saw the grains of Thai jasmine rice. It was a rather obscure brand she had only encountered at Wan Donglin’s house. She was particularly fond of this rice, so much so that Wan Donglin had once considered it one of her quirks: who else eats rice and at first thing in the morning? But that was just her way.
The energy from breakfast surpassed everything else. She could enjoy a substantial al in the morning without worrying about gaining weight. A hearty breakfast kept her satiated for the entire day. This had been her habit since childhood.
However, this was clearly delivered by the hotel—definitely not by that hooligan.
Holding the bowl, she felt a growing dread. Could it really be from the hooligan? If it was him, how would he know about this ’quirk’ of hers? She was absolutely certain she had never told him.
Unable to hold back, she texted him, "Hey, hooligan, did you send a gift this morning?"
There was no reply.
After nervously finishing her al, a response finally ca.
"Miss, what kind of gift would you like? I apologize, but I have to be out for a eting today. If you’d like a gift, I’ll send you one when I return. Alright, I can’t talk anymore. I’m very busy right now."
And then, nothing more ca through.
Yan Xixi was flabbergasted.
A while later, there was a knock on the door. This ti, the waiter was straightforward, "Miss, this is a gift from a gentleman."
Naturally, this gentleman was the hooligan.
Today’s gifts, aside from a bouquet of flowers, included movie tickets and tickets to a musical. There was a line written on the card: "Enjoy your two days at the hotel, have fun. See you on Wednesday."
This definitely wasn’t Wan Donglin.
Yan Xixi finally relaxed.
It seed she really had been overly paranoid. It was probably just a coincidence. Besides, five-star hotel breakfasts offer such a wide variety; assembling these particular dishes would have been quite easy.
「That was the first ti Yang Wei was able to get out of bed by himself.」
He had been bedridden for nearly a month. His back was almost scabbed over.
His face and body were covered in scars. He was riddled with wounds, every inch of him aching, but none were life-threatening. He was simply enduring a living tornt.
The mont the caregiver touched him, he exploded, "Idiot, be gentle! You’re killing !"
The caregiver managed to hold their tongue.
His mother quickly tried to soothe him, forcing a smile. "Son, you’re getting better. You’ll be well very soon."
He scoffed, "Where’s Huang Xiaojue? What’s he playing at? Didn’t you say he was back already? Why hasn’t he co to see even once?"
Huang Xiaojue’s mother also forced a smile. "Your cousin is just too busy. He doesn’t have the ti. Don’t worry, he’ll co as soon as he’s a little freer. Look, all these gifts are from him..."
Yang Wei sneered, "Busy for a whole month? Auntie, I got hurt because of you! I was beaten this badly, and he still acts like a coward, hiding in his shell? What does he an by that? He doesn’t even have ti to drop by for a mont?"
His aunt snorted. "That’s enough, son. You beat up their precious child. You should consider yourself lucky they haven’t co to tear you limb from limb. Our attempt to curry favor completely backfired. From now on, show so sense and stop getting involved in this kind of trouble!"
Huang Xiaojue’s mother could only manage an awkward smile, not knowing what to say.
What could she do? Her son was avoiding her calls, not coming ho, and refusing to see her. He was always busy, either working overti or in etings. After this incident, she didn’t dare go to his company to find him, and Huang Xiaojue’s father had also forbidden her from going.
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