Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Ye Wangchuan turned on the air conditioner for her. His tone was light and slow as he asked, âYouâre using me as a chauffeur?â
Qiao Nian raised the brim of her cap and glanced at him with her beautiful eyes. She put her hand down and smiled casually. âThank you, Young Master
What was that?
Ye Wangchuanâs eyebrows suddenly twitched as he looked at her deeply.
After a moment, he put his hand on the steering wheel, started the car, and lazily said, âNext time, remember to be more sincere when thanking someone.â
Qiao Nian knew what he meant by âsincereâ. She slumped into her seat, rolled down the window, and looked out. She imitated him and pretended not to hear himâ¦
âPfft, Goddess Qiao has learned to be smart.â Ye Wangchuan chuckled softly, low and charming.
Qiao Nian rolled the window back up, put her hand on her lap, and turned to look at him. Her dark eyes were dry and a little restless. âDrive properly.â
âAlright.â Ye Wangchuan restrained his frivolity and returned to his usual lazy and noble self.
The hotel Jiang Li was staying at was one of the most famous hotels in Continent M. It was also a chain hotel, M.
An hour later, Qiao Nian arrived at Hotel M.
Ye Wangchuan went to put the car away first, while she went into the building.
She had just walked into the lobby when she heard an intense argument coming from the side.
âNo! Our artistes must stay in the presidential suite. We wrote this very clearly on the contract.â
The speaker was a short-haired woman in her twenties. She was slightly plump and looked inconspicuous. She was also wearing ordinary sportswear.
However, from her attitude and tone of voice, it could be seen that she was not easy to get along with. She was the sarcastic type.
Standing opposite her was a photographer still carrying the camera equipment and sweating profusely from anxiety. âItâs not that we wonât follow the contract, but we didnât expect the hotelâs presidential suite to require a prior appointment. We didnât make an appointmentâ¦
âThatâs your problem, not ours,â the chubby woman said coldly.
Anxious, the photographer scratched his ears and cheeks and pleaded in a low voice, âSister Bibi, help me. Itâs not easy for everyone to earn a living. Since things have already come to this, tell Miss Mu Yiyi to make an exception. Iâll make an appointment for her tonight and change rooms tomorrow. Can you just make do for one night?â
Before the round-faced woman could speak, the photographer pulled her arm and pleaded again, âPlease, please. Director Li is already angry. I donât want to lose my job.â
The chubby woman hesitated for a moment before shaking him off. âIâll ask Yiyi.â
âThank you, thank you.â
âIâll say this first. Thereâs nothing I can do if she doesnât agree. After all, this is your fault.â The assistant was still bossy.
The photographer could only thank her profusely. âAlright, help me tell Miss
Mu Yiyi. Thank you.â
Qiao Nian saw that the chubby assistant went to talk with a woman with curly chestnut hair, exaggerated sunglasses, and a mask with Jiang Li and the others.
At the front desk.
Jiang Li was with the director, the male lead, and the other staff. Everyone was talking about the accommodation.
Director Li kept apologizing to them. âI didnât arrange it well this time. Iâm really sorry. Everyone, make do for the night. Iâll think of a way to solve the accommodation problem tomorrow..â