“Already dead?”
Wen Nuan was taken aback. He glanced back in the direction of the front desk. Tang Qizhuan had finished the check-in process, taking his luggage with him to get on the elevator.
Tang Qizhuan held his room card, looking at it in interest. Because the elevator took some time, he checked his wristwatch, looking up and down again a few times. He hadn’t been waiting for long, but it was evident he had a fiery temper.
Wen Nuan felt like no matter how he looked at it, Tang Qizhuan seemed like a normal living person. He was very different from the ghost guests that came to the hotel past midnight.
“Dead?” Wen Nuan thought aloud in disbelief. “How come I can’t seem to tell…”
Just as he said so, coincidentally, the large TV in the lobby resting area started to broadcast entertainment news.
“The popular star Tang Qizhuan is about to hold his first solo concert this weekend. Tickets for the concert were sold out early the day they went live. It’s said that one ticket is difficult to find! Many netizens expressed different views on this matter…”
Watching the news, Wen Nuan was even more perplexed. Tang Qizhuan’s solo concert was about to start. But if Tang Qizhuan was already dead, then his solo concert was bound to fall through. Why wasn’t there any coverage online about it, and why did it seem so peaceful?
Even weirder, who would want to threaten someone who was already dead, saying they’d murder him?
Wen Nuan clearly heard through Tang Qizhuan’s phone earlier that there was a person threatening to murder him. Tang Qizhuan had even received such a scary and menacing card.
A fog spread throughout Wen Nuan’s brain, making the curious Wen Nuan even curiouser.
“How…”
Wen Nuan had a bold impulse wanting to get to the bottom of things. He promptly turned his head, but the words in his throat got stuck.
Baili Wuchang had originally been standing next to Wen Nuan, but he had already vanished without a trace at some point. When Wen Nuan turned back, he lost track of Baili Wuchang.
Wen Nuan could only sigh. “Really, the guest from Room 404…I wasn’t this curious before, but his words made me even more curious. Now, I’m so curious I could die.”
Wen Nuan only rested a little bit. His night shift wasn’t over yet, so he quickly returned to the front desk to continue working.
The middle of the night was the Hell Chain Hotel’s busiest time. Ghosts were all just about night owls, and they loved coming out at night to chat.
Normal living people were all asleep at this point and very rarely called the front desk.
But of course, there were exceptions.
“Ring ring ring—-”
Tonight, the phone at the front desk rang nonstop. Wen Nuan was right next to it, so he swiftly answered.
“Hello…” this is the front desk speaking.
Wen Nuan didn’t finish talking when an indistinct voice came through from the other end. “Wine…Another, another bottle of red wine. I want…I want the year 82 brand.”
“And…and bring a bottle of Maotai!”
“That, that’s right! And, and I want…I want that, that whatever brand of dark beer! Whatever brand is fine…Hey, whatever brand there is is fine!”
“Hurry! Bring…bring it to Room 0723!”
Wen Nuan held the phone up in a helpless state. He said, “Guest…Your room is 0728, not 0723.”
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The drunkard over the phone was none other than Tang Qizhuan. Even though he was drunk and his speech was incoherent and fragmented, Wen Nuan was still quite certain it was him.
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“Clack!”
Wen Nuan couldn’t say a word more when Tang Qizhuan hung up, leaving only the busy tone playing.
Wen Nuan glanced left and right. His coworkers were all busy, and only he was left with his hands free. He had no choice but to write up a bill, ready to get the different liquors Tang Qizhuan wanted, going up to the seventh floor, delivering them all to Tang Qizhuan’s room.
“Red wine, baijiu, beer…” Wen Nuan counted once through, shaking his head. “Fortunately, we don’t have soju or rice wine or anything like that.”
Wen Nuan held an armful of alcohol, taking the elevator up to the seventh floor. When the door opened, he heard a familiar and lively voice.
“Little cutie! Why are you here?” It was Hei Wuchang.
Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang stood outside the elevator doors on the seventh floor, like they were waiting for someone, but it surely wasn’t Wen Nuan.
Wen Nuan greeted them politely. “Are you two working? I’m here to deliver something to a guest.”
Hei Wuchang nodded. “Yep. Some guests who checked in had a problem with their passports, so Ol’ Bai and I are here to verify them. Little cutie, you’re holding onto so much alcohol, can you handle it? How about we help you?”
“No need, no need,” Wen Nuan said, shaking his head. “I’m already here. It’s room 0728.”
Room 0728 wasn’t far from the elevator. Heibai Wuchang followed Wen Nuan with their eyes until he got to the door, then they turned and continued working.
Wen Nuan pressed the doorbell. There was no response at first.
“Maybe he drank too much and already fell asleep?”
He rang the doorbell for the third time, and the door finally opened. A powerful whiff of alcohol came from inside, strong enough to make Wen Nuan’s face wrinkle.
Tang Qizhuan swayed to and fro. It was obvious just looking at him that he was drunk. He wore a bathrobe, his hair a complete mess, his face red from the neck up. With his appearance this unkempt, it was impossible to believe he was a celebrity.
“Mr. Tang? Are you okay?” Wen Nuan asked hesitantly.
Tang Qizhuan was so drunk, his knees had lost strength, and he could stand up straight for very long. He beckoned to Wen Nuan, then went back inside his room.
Wen Nuan had no choice. He carried the alcohol inside, then dropped it all in a pile on the bar counter inside the room.
“Drink!”
Wen Nuan had only just put down the bottles when Tang Qizhuan appeared like a ghost next to Wen Nuan, grabbing a bottle.
“Come, drink a cup!” Tang Qizhuan felt like drinking by himself wasn’t exciting enough. Grinning, he said, “This is…good wine. Let’s drink together…”
“Excuse me, guest, I’m still working. I can’t drink.” Wen Nuan politely refused.
“Not drinking…not drinking is fine.” Tang Qizhuan didn’t persist. He took a swig straight from the bottle.
It would’ve been better if he didn’t. Tang Qizhuan choked on his drink, choking into a coughing fit. Tears and snot leaked out because he choked, looking quite pitiful.
“Guest?” Wen Nuan really did have a headache, quickly checking up on Tang Qizhuan’s situation.
Tang Qizhuan didn’t hold back coughing. He wiped away the tears that leaked out from choking with the back of his hand. Unexpectedly, his tears kept increasing, and it wasn’t Wen Nuan’s misperception.
Just as Wen Nuan was hesitating, in the next second, Tang Qizhuan let out a “wah” and started crying.
Tang Qizhuan cried while hugging Wen Nuan’s waist, complaining, “Zhao Mingchong you giant pig trotter! You actually cheated on me! Wuwuwu, I’m gonna die of anger. I…I want to trample you in one step, scumbag!”
Wen Nuan: “…” Guest, you’ve got the wrong person.
Zhao Mingchong? This was probably Tang Qizhuan’s boyfriend.
Even though tonight was the first time Wen Nuan heard the name Zhao Mingchong, very quickly, Wen Nuan was no longer unfamiliar with who this Zhao Mingchong was.
The drunk Tang Qizhuan immediately used Wen Nuan as an emotional trash can. Without releasing his waist, he started complaining endlessly. He talked about how he met Zhao Mingchong, how they started dating, and all kinds of things that happened between them during the five years they were together.
Five years ago, Tang Qizhuan just entered the entertainment industry. He was still a no-name, unknown artist. He signed with an agency that wasn’t very big, enthusiastic, even though he didn’t know anything.
In the entertainment industry, one of the most infamous things was unspoken rules. Tang Qizhuan was still a newbie. His manager told him there was a big director who thought he was promising, and he wanted to meet up with him. Tang Qizhuan purely thought his luck was so good that he managed to come across a talent scout.
That big director had seen Tang Qizhuan’s face, and actually just wanted to sleep with Tang Qizhuan once.
In high spirits, Tang Qizhuan met up with him. He was sitting at the bar when he slowly realized something wasn’t right.
The big director kept groping him, and his words were very ambiguous. He also enthusiastically forced him to drink.
Tang Qizhuan’s alcohol tolerance was pretty high, but he didn’t drink that much that day before his head started to spin. On top of feeling dizzy, he also started to burn up, which also wasn’t right at all.
Tang Qizhuan quickly stood up and said he had to use the washroom. He left the private booth, and after he closed the door, he vaguely heard his manager mention that Tang Qizhuan would soon be sent to the director’s bed, and that the director could relax.
Tang Qizhuan was horrified. There was no way he was returning to the private booth. He ran away in a frenzy trying to leave. He felt like his footsteps were floating, his eyelids were heavy, his breathing was rough, and his body was burning. An inexplicable urgent feeling made him almost topple over.
He continuously walked forward with his head down, extremely nervous about other people noticing his peculiarities. But he was walking too quickly, turning a corner only to heavily crash into a stranger.
Whoever it was, Tang Qizhuan didn’t see clearly. In his confusion, he only heard someone ask, “Mr. Zhao, are you alright? Are you hurt?”
Tang Qizhuan’s vision went back after that, momentarily losing consciousness.
Afterwards, Tang Qizhuan wasn’t sure if he had regained consciousness, but it was like he was dreaming, entering a crazy fantasy.
He dreamt that he was doing extremely intimate things with a stranger he couldn’t even see very well. It was so absurd, and yet it made Tang Qizhuan cry out of sheer pleasure.
The next morning, Tang Qizhuan woke up, feeling like the heavens had collapsed. He was laying in a stranger’s room, held in a man’s embrace…
The man wasn’t the director, but a man Tang Qizhuan had never met before. He didn’t even know his name.
Later, Tang Qizhuan found out this man was called Zhao Mingchong.
Tang Qizhuan became entangled with Zhao Mingchong in a rare, addled mess. He didn’t think he would see this strange man again, but unexpectedly, not even two days later, they encountered each other again. Zhao Mingchong was actually an investor behind the cast and crew Tang Qizhuan was a part of.
What was even more unbelievable to Tang Qizhuan was that he had actually known Zhao Mingchong in the past. Zhao Mingchong was a playmate of his from when he was little. He was an older gege by a few years, one that had taken care of him before.
Inexplicably, Tang Qizhuan started to see Zhao Mingchong favorably. Little by little, Tang Qizhuan started to like Zhao Mingchong, mustering all of his courage to confess to him.
Tang Qizhuan remembered Zhao Mingchong’s reaction. He had laughed, and then only said one word: “Good.”
From that night on, Tang Qizhuan and Zhao Mingchong started dating. Zhao Mingchong treated Tang Qizhuan very well. He invested a lot of money in Tang Qizhuan, and not even a year later, Tang Qizhuan became famous, rising to become a top-tier celebrity.
Tang Qizhuan always felt like he was extremely fortunate.
However, there was a saying that was true; time had a special ability to gradually make an indispensable person around you dispensable…
Tang Qizhuan recounted aggrievedly, “That giant pig trotter clearly treated me so well in the past…Who would have imagined him to become a completely different person recently! Just mentioning it makes me mad!”
Tang Qizhuan couldn’t endure how furious he was. He suddenly stood up unsteadily. With a raise of his right arm, he finished off the rest of the wine in the glass bottle he was holding.
“Ah!”
Tang Qizhuan yelled exaggeratedly, facing his own reflection in the glass window. He suddenly spat, “Alright, you giant pig trotter! I’ve caught you at last! See if I don’t blow your brains up!”
“Guest!”
Wen Nuan’s reaction speed was fast. He quickly grabbed onto Tang Qizhuan’s arm.
Tang Qizhuan’s arm had been raised to throw the bottle at the window, but if he really did break the window, glass shards would fly everywhere. If the bottle went through the window, if someone else downstairs got hurt, that would be bad.
“Let me go, don’t stop me, I’m going to fry that scumbag!” Tang Qizhuan tried hard to struggle.
Wen Nuan’s head was dripping sweat using all his strength to stop Tang Qizhuan, but nothing he said would make him give up.
At this time, on the seventh floor.
Heibai Wuchang finished checking the suspicious passports, ready to head down the elevator to Room 404 and give Baili Wuchang a report on things.
When they had just come out of a suspicious guest’s house, they heard vague and weird sounds coming from Room 0728.
Because the soundproofing in the room wasn’t bad, they could only hear ambiguous bits and pieces without full context.
“Guest, you can’t…stop…”
“It’ll hurt like this…”
“Guest…listen to me…”
“Wait, stop…stop…”
“You can’t do this…”
Hei Wuchang’s expression became strange. He turned his head to look at Bai Wuchang at his side, asking with uncertainty, “Isn’t that the little cutie’s voice? What are the little cutie and the guest in Room 0728…doing?”
“Don’t know.” It was like Bai Wuchang had facial nerve paralysis. He slowly blinked. “But we absolutely can’t tell the boss about it.”
The author has something to say: [Mini Theater]
[About the “Guest, you can’t~” thing, do you think you should tell Lord Baili?]
- Don’t tell him! Because Baili the Vinegar Spirit is extremely flammable.
- Tell him, tell him! High energy up ahead, sit down and eat melon seeds!
Lord·Currently watching Special Service: Guest, You Can’t·Baili: …It feels like someone’s talking about me behind my back.
I already have my melon seeds with me!
I pick 2! Hurry! 😉 Thank you for the chapter ❤️