Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âYes, Mr. Gu.â The attendant respectfully lowered her head at Gu Yusheng and then reached her hand out to signal to Qin Zhiâai the way to the elevator.
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The attendant swiped the room card for Qin Zhiâai and let her in the room. Before leaving, she asked, âMiss Qin, can I help you with anything else?â
Qin Zhiâai had drunk a lot of juice, and its sweetness still lingered in her mouth. She asked softly, âCan you get me a glass of water, please?â
âSure, Miss Qin.â The attendant quickly walked to the water dispenser and got a glass of hot water for Qin Zhiâai. She walked back and, when handing it to her, said politely, âMiss Qin, you can call the front desk at any time if you need anything.â
Qin Zhiâai drank less than half the glass of water before she looked up to smile at the attendant. âOkay, thank you.â She then took another sip of water from her glass.
After she swallowed, the attendant said, âIâm going downstairs if you donât need anything else.â Qin Zhiâai did not say anything more and only nodded.
The attendant walked backward out of the room with her head down and closed the door.
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When the attendant returned to the first floor, the grand hall was crowded and celebratory.
She made her way from the elevator through the tables to the head table. She walked up to Gu Yusheng and told him that Qin Zhiâai was in room 1302. He nodded, and she returned to serving other guests.
When she walked past Zhou Jingâs table, Zhou Jing put her chopsticks down and turned to call her. âOh, Miss.â
The attendant walked to Zhou Jing and lowered her head, asking, âMiss, how can I help you?â
âIâm thirsty. Can you get me a glass of water?â Zhou Jing asked, before leaning in and whispering, âHow did things go?â
Without looking her in the eyes, she replied, âMiss, wait a second.â Zhou Jing scanned the crowd in the hall as she waited. When the attendant returned with a glass of water, she bent down to put the glass on the table while saying in a low voice, âEverything went perfectly. Itâs 1302.â
Zhou Jing knew that 1302 referred to the room where Qin Zhiâai was at. Without changing her expression, she raised the glass of water and politely but indifferently said to the attendant, âThank you.â
âYouâre welcome, Miss.â The attendant bowed and pointed at a dirty plate on the table, asking, âMiss, may I change your plate?â
Zhou Jing nodded, and the attendant swiftly made her way through the crowd, retrieved a new plate, and made her way back to Zhou Jingâs table, where she put down the plate and took the dirty one away.