Yes, guest…
The man’s magnetic voice had gotten to Wen Nuan’s head, and he almost agreed without hesitation.
“Guest?”
The good thing was that Wen Nuan’s reaction time was quick, so he was keen to realize that something was fishy. “Excuse me, guest, what did you say? I didn’t hear you clearly just now.”
“Room 404.”
The man’s voice was still as pleasantly sweet-sounding as before, dealing critical damage to Wen Nuan, only ever so slightly more impatient this time. “I need special service. Please come to my room.”
“Right now.”
Before hanging up the phone, the man staunchly added these two words.
“Beep beep beep—”
Wen Nuan held the black landline phone that now only played the busy signal.
“As I thought…” He couldn’t help but sigh. “Not only does this hotel have many ghost stories, it also has even more strange guests.”
Such as this crafty and strange guest, who even lived in Room 404.
Wen Nuan had heard the cleaning lady mention Room 404 earlier. Not only was this room ominous, it was apparently also the distinguished VVIP suite. The guests who resided there all had an incredible feature about them, which was money.
Before Wen Nuan had begun employment, he had read through what kinds of hotel practices to pay attention to during his internship. One of them was as such: you must always satisfy whatever a VVIP guest’s needs are.
If Wen Nuan got a complaint from a VVIP guest on his first day of work, he was afraid that come tomorrow, he would have to start looking for a new job…
Just like Fan Liangda, Wen Nuan straightened his shoulders and lifted his head high, walking out of the lobby. He got into the elevator and pressed the button for the fourth floor, muttering to himself, “The guest in 404 had such a nice voice, so I’m sure his looks aren’t bad, either. Surely there won’t be a loss if I go take a peek.”
It was near midnight, and the hotel was exceptionally quiet. On the fourth floor hallway, there was only the sound of Wen Nuan’s footsteps echoing back. After he had exited the elevator, he went straight for Room 404.
Wen Nuan subconsciously rubbed his eyes. Perhaps it was because he wasn’t used to staying up too late, but his eyes felt dry and not very comfortable at all.
Room 404 was just around the corner. Stepping forward, he knocked-knock-knock thrice against the door.
Wen Nuan said, “Hello, guest. I’m from the lobby.”
He had only just finished speaking as he knocked for the third time when the door swung open, almost as if it was in a hurry.
The VVIP guest of Room 404 stood a step away from Wen Nuan.
“Thump, thump thump!”
For a moment, Wen Nuan clearly heard the sound of his heartbeat quickening. It was like his heart had been struck by thunder, beating erratically in his frail eardrums until Wen Nuan felt his head spin, stupefied.
The VVIP guest looked to be a man about twenty-three years old. He was much taller than Wen Nuan with broad shoulders and long legs. The outline of his face and nose was clear-cut and straight, and his eyes were long and sharp. The first impression he gave off was unfeeling and unfriendly; he looked to be the prime example of someone who didn’t get along well with others. However, his perfect features were excellent in every aspect, which would still make people drawn to him like moths to a flame.
Besides this aloof countenance, the man also had long, black hair. His black hair was blown softly by the night wind, but rather than giving this man a softer nature, his hair made him seem more reckless and rebellious by a few points.
Wen Nuan had already conjured a bellyful of adjectives, but none of them were enough to suitably describe this man’s appearance.
At this moment, Wen Nuan only had one thought: this guest was really too good-looking, too remarkably handsome. He’d never met anyone more attractive than this guest from Room 404, and he probably wouldn’t ever in the future.
Without saying a word, the guest from Room 404 beckoned with his hand, signaling for Wen Nuan to come in. He then turned to go back inside.
Wen Nuan enthusiastically followed, asking with a smile, “Guest, may I ask what you need?”
The guest didn’t say a word, walking into the living room and sitting down in an armchair. He raised his left arm, propping his elbow up against the armrest as he tilted his head to stare at Wen Nuan.
Actually, before the guest of Room 404 even started sizing up Wen Nuan, Wen Nuan had already attentively looked up, down, left, and right all over him.
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His gaze wandered for a moment, and in an instant, Wen Nuan noticed something “special”.
On the coffee table in front of the armchair, there were a few books. It must have been the guest from Room 404 reading them, since one of the books had been bookmarked.
The Ghost King’s Runaway Pampered Wife?
Eight Ghosts Fell in Love With Me at Once??
Contract Lover, The Tyrant Ghost Doesn’t Love Me???
Wen Nuan felt like his professional smile had already cracked. What kind of promiscuous books were these? Why did they feel out of place with the temperament of the VVIP guest before him?
Could it possibly be that everyone who was rich and attractive had these kinds of unspoken “hobbies”?
Wen Nuan couldn’t help but think, perhaps that’s why he himself was so mediocre in comparison…
“Knock knock—”
The guest from Room 404 gently knocked on his armrest, recapturing Wen Nuan’s attention. In a voice as tranquil as stagnant water, he said, “Undress.”
“Un…what?” Wen Nuan suspected he had suddenly developed tinnitus.
Undress…
After meeting the guest from Room 404 in the flesh, this was the first thing he had spoken to Wen Nuan, and it was a word so shocking that even the deaf could hear.
All the blood in his body seemed to flare up at once. As a face-con, Wen Nuan was afraid that he would lose all self-control if his brain boiled over, capable of doing who-knows-what to this VVIP guest.
But in reality, just because he was a face-con didn’t mean that he was going to act negligently. Wen Nuan believed himself to be a face-con with principles and a bottom line. He had never done anything as superficial as a one-night stand and such.
Could it be…
This guest from Room 404 fell for me at first sight?
He likes me?
If not, then…
Wen Nuan felt like this was the most logical speculation at the moment.
But what were life’s three greatest misconceptions again?
Feeling your phone vibrate, hearing someone knock at the door, and thinking that he likes you…
Karmic retribution had come too fast. The knife that Wen Nuan had just attacked Fan Liangda’s knees with had boomeranged to stab himself in the back…
“What are you thinking?”
His thoughts interrupted, Wen Nuan looked up to meet the guest from Room 404’s deep and dark eyes. He suddenly had a guilty conscience, shaking his head.
The guest from Room 404 still spoke calmly, neither too fast nor too slowly. “My meaning is, I dropped something in the bathtub drain, so help me get it. What you’re wearing now is inconvenient. You can set your clothes aside first.”
“So that’s it…” Wen Nuan blinked, letting out a sigh of relief. It had been the guest’s fault for treating words like gold, not divulging enough information and almost causing a great misunderstanding.
And to use the term “special service” to describe picking up an item could be easily misunderstood.
But…
Wen Nuan glanced at the baffling books on the coffee table, trying to keep calm in the face of something unexpected by comparison.
Wen Nuan swiftly set his jacket aside on the back of a chair. He rolled up his white shirt sleeves, saying, “Don’t worry, guest. I’ll help you retrieve your things. May I ask what sort of item you dropped?”
“Hm…”
The guest’s gaze lingered on Wen Nuan’s fair and clear arms for a moment as he hummed in thought, dragging out the syllable with a bit of a rise at the end. In Wen Nuan’s ears, this sound carried an inexhaustible amount of hormones that almost made his knees weak.
“I don’t know.”
And just as Wen Nuan had immersed himself in a daze, the guest said this very plainly.
What?
Wen Nuan almost exclaimed, What do you mean you don’t know?
The guest from Room 404 clearly said that he had dropped something down the bathtub drain, but how did he not know what he dropped?
This answer was truly baffling, but the guest from Room 404 relied on his perfectly good looks and charming voice to respond without even a hint of a guilty conscience.
“Sigh…no worries, guest. Then firstly, I’ll inspect the drain for you.” Wen Nuan squeezed out a smile with great effort.
Wen Nuan was exasperated, and he felt like saying any more would be useless. Without further ado, he went into the suite’s bathroom with a flashlight, crouching down to look into the bathtub drain.
It was dark, and it seemed like nothing was in there.
Wen Nuan had a headache. He couldn’t help but ridicule in his heart, Could it be that this rich and attractive guest dropped his integrity down the drain? In that case, he really didn’t have any way of helping him retrieve it.
The guest from Room 404 sat on his sofa, not having stood this whole time. After watching Wen Nuan enter the bathroom, he leaned over to pick a book off the coffee table, opening it up on his lap.
There was a red paper bookmark in the middle of Eight Ghosts Fell in Love With Me at Once.
On the paper were a few words that didn’t make a lot of sense.
Wen Nuan…
Scent…
Birthmark…
The guest from Room 404 held the bookmark in hand, tapping it twice. He muttered with a slight knit of his brow, “The birthmark isn’t on his arms…where could it be?”
“Pa—”
With a brisk clap, the guest closed the book shut, the sound echoing slightly.
Wen Nuan was in the bathroom, and though the suite’s soundproofing was good, he naturally still heard the noise. But at the same time, Wen Nuan heard a “drip, drip” sound.
“What’s that?”
Wen Nuan looked up.
“Drip, drip—”
A few drops of water from the showerhead above fell down onto the ceramic tiles next to Wen Nuan.
“Drip…”
With another sound, a drop of water landed on Wen Nuan’s raised face.
Wen Nuan raised his hand. He wanted to wipe the drop of water off his face, but his hand had only been partially raised when in the next second, there was a “whoosh”…
The showerhead suddenly leaked, but it wasn’t like droplets in the rain. Rather, within an instant, Wen Nuan was drenched from head to toe like a drowned rat.
“Whoa—”
Wen Nuan let out a breath in surprise. He quickly stood up out of the showerhead’s way.
It was odd for the showerhead to suddenly leak. Once Wen Nuan got out of the way, the showerhead immediately turned off, as if the sudden downpour was just Wen Nuan’s imagination.
Wen Nuan foolishly stood where he was, sopping wet. He had wistfully blessed his day’s fortune just earlier, but now…
Wen Nuan wiped the water off his face, turning around to see the guest from Room 404 standing in the doorway, arms crossed.
Wen Nuan’s white shirt was soaked. Not only was it now ambiguously translucent, it also clung to his body, faintly outlining the shape of his waist.
The guest looked up and down at him twice, his gaze unabashedly sharp. It was like he wanted to see through Wen Nuan’s entire body.
But it was a pity; even though Wen Nuan was this drenched, the material of his shirt was too thick. The guest from Room 404 was obviously quite displeased, unhappily furrowing his brow.
He couldn’t tell if there was a birthmark on his front or back at all…
“Guest, I’m sorry…” Wen Nuan cut a sorry figure. “I might’ve accidentally touched the showerhead just now. I’m really sorry for the inconvenience.”
Even though the guest’s brow was furrowed, he spoke as if it wasn’t a problem. “You’re soaked. I have clean clothes. You can change here.”
“That…” Wen Nuan waved his hand. “That would inconvenience you too much. It’ll be okay if I go back to the staff lounge and change there.”
“Forget it. I don’t need you here anymore. You can leave.” The guest looked at him once more, and decided not to insist.
“Alright, guest. I really am sorry for the inconvenience.”
Wen Nuan left Room 404. The door of Room 404 didn’t close completely; the long-haired guest stood in the doorway with his arms crossed, eyes like a hawk as he fixedly watched Wen Nuan leave.
The guest whispered hoarsely in a low voice to himself, “Wen Nuan…”
Waiting until Wen Nuan was far enough, he took a step forward, leaving Room 404 to go to…
The staff lounge.
“Thank goodness there are extra uniforms.”
Wen Nuan first took out a clean towel from the cupboards, drying off his ceaselessly dripping hair.
The amount of staff members working the night shift weren’t many to begin with, so the staff lounge was silent. Besides him, there was nobody else. The extra employee uniforms were neatly stacked in the cupboard for staff members to use at their convenience.
Someone had stacked a few magazines on top of the pile of uniforms. They had probably just been tossed there after reading, but were a hindrance as they toppled over.
“This is…” Wen Nuan picked up the magazines with one rake of his hand. He wasn’t paying them much mind, but he was suddenly taken aback. “The guest from Room 404?”
The awe-inspiring figure on the magazine cover was indeed the guest from Room 404. Paired with the luxuriant covers were eye-catching headlines.
—Hell’s Trendiest Authority, Baili Wuchang interviewed for the first time ever!
—Hell’s Freshest Top Four Beauties, Baili Wuchang tops the list!
—For 100 consecutive years on the “Most Wanted to Get Married to” list of Hell, Lord Baili’s hormonal fragrance!
The author has something to say: Sweet little novel, 1V1~no need to guess the CP~Baili Wuchang x Wen Nuan (Aloof, loyal dog, affectionate gong X corny jokes, witty shou)
[Mini theater]
Welcome to [Daily Hot News in Hell], today’s showings:
- The 100th session of “I want to be hugged by him” No. 1 Lord Baili’s favorite book: The Demon King’s Runaway Pampered Wife (now out of stock), Hell Chain Hotel (updating, no loss for sharing!)
- Hell’s National Husband Baili Wuchang’s Most Questionable Quotation Award – “Undress.”
- Shocking! Lord Baili, the highest ghost in the Underworld, asked for special service late at night, but the other party was a cute little boy!
Amazing 👏 🙀 can’t wait for the next chapters thanks for the chapters
I’m loving this 💜 Thank you for the translation!!
Some interesting books you’re reading there Mr. Baili 🤣
that last [Daily Hot News in Hell] is especially shocking. “cute little boy” and the wording. it seems more like a smear campaign. also, is wen nuan the runaway wife???
Ohoho we’re off to a great start! 😆