“What can’t you tell me?”
A low and rough voice sounded from behind them. This voice was nice to hear, but it sent the shivers up Hei Wuchang’s spine.
“B…Boss?!”
Hei Wuchang rigidly turned his head, laughing awkwardly. “Boss, why are you here?!”
Baili Wuchang wasn’t distracted by the change in topic. “Answer me. What is it that you can’t tell me?”
“That…” Hei Wuchang hemmed and hawed, and then a halo of light came to mind. He pointed to Bai Wuchang’s nose and said, “Ol’ Bai’s been secretly in love with you for a long time, boss; that’s why he couldn’t tell you!”
Bai Wuchang: “…”
Bai Wuchang remained expressionless, his gaze nailed to Hei Wuchang.
Hei Wuchang quivered from head to toe again. Changing plans, he said, “No, no, I mean…Ol’ Bai’s been secretly in love with me for a long time, but he couldn’t tell you, boss; he was afraid you’d laugh at him, hahaha…”
In the middle of Hei Wuchang trying to justify his nonsense and laughing awkwardly, Wen Nuan’s strange shouts faintly came through the door of Room 0728.
“Guest…stop…”
“You’re too fast…”
“You can’t there…”
Wen Nuan was perspiring profusely, exhausted. He gasped and panted, chasing the crazy drunkard Tang Qizhuan all over the room.
The room Tang Qizhuan was staying in was the hotel’s best; the entire suite was exceptional. Tang Qizhuan was just playing a game of cat and mouse with Wen Nuan, hopping up and jumping down. There was no way to catch him.
“Guest!”
“Guest, you’re playing with fire…”
Wen Nuan spoke and felt like even his own words were very strange. He sounded like he was reading from the script of those handsome high-powered businessmen dramas the guest from Room 404 liked to watch, especially the older versions. They didn’t write handsome high-powered businessmen like this anymore…
But he had no other way. Since Tang Qizhuan wanted to play with fire, Wen Nuan was just treating things as they were.
“Guest, please turn the gas stove off; you can’t play with that. Be careful of fire…Be careful not to burn yourself!”
Wen Nuan had a headache, wanting to drag Tang Qizhuan away from the open fire. But the drunken Tang Qizhuan’s reactions were actually very sharp. Wen Nuan even wondered if he might be a mouse spirit since he would slip away so fast.
“Bang—!!!”
All of a sudden, there was a world-shaking sound. Wen Nuan widened his eyes in shock. His first thought was, Oh no, did the gas stove really set on fire?
The drunken Tang Qizhuan was also startled, falling onto the floor with a “thunk”. He figured he might as well just lay there and not get up. His entire bearing looked like he was unashamed of making a scene.
It wasn’t the gas stove setting on fire, so Wen Nuan let out a sigh of relief. He turned his head towards the source of the sound…
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The door to Room 0728 had broken.
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Wen Nuan thought, Could the nice-waist guest from Room 404 have broken down the door?
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Just as always, his face was beautiful, and just as always, he was expressionless.
“As expected…” Nice-waist guest…
Wen Nuan’s eyelid twitched. He knew Baili Wuchang wasn’t an ordinary person, but an office-holder in Hell’s highest ghost department as a ghost envoy. He also knew Baili Wuchang’s two main character attributes, number one being his high attractive index, and number two being his bad temper.
You couldn’t fool him.
In the few days that Wen Nuan had been working at the Hell Chain Hotel, Baili Wuchang had already destroyed an elevator, two tables, and three doors…
“No…This is already the fourth door…” Wen Nuan muttered.
Because Baili Wuchang had heard strange sounds inside Room 0728, he had broken down the door with a grim expression.
But when he entered the room, the situation inside the room was wildly different from what he imagined.
There wasn’t anyone forcing Wen Nuan to do strange things. The room was a mess, as if someone had plundered it.
Baili Wuchang’s cold gaze swept across the room, not sparing even a charitable glance at Tang Qizhuan before stopping on Wen Nuan. He asked, “What are you doing?”
This question left Wen Nuan speechless. He thought to himself, I should be asking that first; guest, what are you doing? You broke another door without rhyme or reason!
“Mr. Tang’s drunk.” Wen Nuan helplessly pointed to Tang Qizhuan on the ground.
Hearing his name called, Tang Qizhuan raised his head. Because of the effects of alcohol, he couldn’t see his surroundings clearly, staring at Wen Nuan and Baili Wuchang in vain.
“Ah!” Tang Qizhuan suddenly jumped up, pointing at Baili Wuchang and shouting, “Scumbag! So you were here all along!”
“Guest, you’ve got the wrong person!” Wen Nuan saw he was at it again, and quickly seized Tang Qizhuan. He was afraid that if Tang Qizhuan charged at Baili Wuchang, he would provoke this nice-waist guest with a bad temper.
Tang Qizhuan started to spout nonsense as he was barred. “Don’t stop me! Who are you?!”
“Ah, I know, you’re that little mistress!”
“Alright you pair of dogs! You adulterers!”
“You actually have the gall to show PDA in front of me!”
Wen Nuan: “…”
The room was in disarray. Tang Qizhuan’s lung capacity suddenly increased tenfold as he swore without restraint. After a while, he burst into tears, aggrieved, finally sitting down after getting tired from making a fuss.
Wen Nuan warmly placated him. “You have to look at things broadly, guest; who hasn’t met a few scumbags in their life? At worst, you’ll break up and start a new relationship.”
Tang Qizhuan: “Wuwuwu—”
Wen Nuan was earnestly giving advice because he meant well. “It’s never worthwhile to feel sad over a scumbag. When it comes to a scumbag, the sooner you find out, the better. Short-term pain is better than long-term pain.”
Tang Qizhuan: “Wuwuwu—”
Wen Nuan racked his brains. “Guest, you should be more optimistic. Life doesn’t pass without difficulties. There is a saying that even in Hell, you can still appreciate the devil’s figure.”
“Wu—ah…”
The sobbing and wailing came to an abrupt stop. Wen Nuan turned around in surprise.
Baili Wuchang’s face was completely foreboding. What annoyed him the most was other people crying. He couldn’t stand it anymore, so with one chop, Tang Qizhuan fainted on the floor, and the entire world went quiet.
“Guest?” Wen Nuan hurriedly checked Tang Qizhuan’s condition. He was breathing and had a pulse. Except for his slightly cold hands, everything else was normal.
Baili Wuchang said lightly, “He just passed out.”
Though Baili Wuchang’s methods were a bit coarse, Wen Nuan still sighed in relief.
“Right,” said Wen Nuan, suddenly remembering something. He pointed at Tang Qizhuan. “Guest, look. Mr. Tang breathes and has a pulse. He’s not like a dead person at all. No matter how I look at it, he still seems alive.”
“Hah—” Baili Wuchang scoffed for some reason, probably laughing at Wen Nuan’s naivete.
Baili Wuchang didn’t explain, saying, “I already told you, stay away from him. You don’t need to know more.”
Wen Nuan: “…” The guest from Room 404 sure is devoted to chatting to death.
Wen Nuan sighed. He had no choice but to turn his attention from Baili Wuchang to Tang Qizhuan. “I never imagined that this celebrity Mr. Tang would be able to cry so much…”
Because of Zhao Mingchong’s “affair”, Tang Qizhuan left home. His heart felt unsettled, so he purposely got himself drunk.
Wen Nuan had heard the long tale of Tang Qizhuan’s hardships, so he more or less roughly understood the situation.
Tang Qizhuan and Zhao Mingchong had been dating for five years. Zhao Mingchong treated him very well, devoting all his thoughts and efforts to him and him only in their relationship.
Unknown as to whether or not it had to do with the timespan of their relationship, Zhao Mingchong recently started to “drift apart” from Tang Qizhuan.
Tang Qizhuan had taken a rare vacation wanting to travel with Zhao Mingchong. But Zhao Mingchong made the excuse that he was too busy and had no time, so their original “honeymoon” plan fell through before it even made it off the ground.
At first, Tang Qizhuan didn’t raise any suspicions. After all, Zhao Mingchong was a businessman, so he had his busy periods. But he inadvertently heard from Zhao Mingchong’s assistant that in the last month, Zhao Mingchong didn’t have any big collaborations, and it had mostly been a rest period. Simply put, Zhao Mingchong had lied to him.
Later, Tang Qizhuan received a call from a stranger in the middle of the night. Someone over the phone threatened Tang Qizhuan to break up with Zhao Mingchong, otherwise there would be consequences.
Tang Qizhuan was taken aback at the time. He asked who the person was, but the person over the phone refused to reveal themselves, only telling him to leave Zhao Mingchong.
The strange phone calls and the fact that Zhao Mingchong started to “drift apart” made Tang Qizhuan suspicious. In the following days, more strange things happened one after another.
Tang Qizhuan went home one night and waited for Zhao Mingchong so they could have dinner together. Zhao Mingchong promised he would come back earlier, but Tang Qizhuan waited and waited and nobody showed up.
Tang Qizhuan soon fell asleep in a daze, sleeping until dawn. Only then did he see that Zhao Mingchong had just returned home, and there was an unfamiliar smell of perfume on him.
Even Tang Qizhuan’s birthday was strange. Zhao Mingchong invited him to a restaurant for dinner to celebrate, but on the day of, Zhao Mingchong stood Tang Qizhuan up. At the last minute, he said that work was busy, and that he would have to make Tang Qizhuan’s birthday up at a later time.
It took a few days before Tang Qizhuan realized on the day of his birthday, Zhao Mingchong hadn’t been working. He had made a reservation with someone at a hotel, not returning the whole night. Tang Qizhuan had unintentionally come across the card transaction history for the hotel.
That hotel was the Hell Chain Hotel itself.
At the end of his patience, Tang Qizhuan ran away from home. His heart was still unresigned, so he unwittingly went to the Hell Chain Hotel, checking in.
Wen Nuan had never been in a relationship, so he couldn’t completely empathize with Tang Qizhuan’s heartache. But evidently, Tang Qizhuan was indeed quite heartbroken.
Wen Nuan stared at Tang Qizhuan, who was on the ground. He said hesitantly, “Should we move Mr. Tang onto the bed?”
Tang Qizhuan was staying in the hotel’s best room. The staff had to provide the best service. It sounded a bit unkind to make the guests stay on the ground all night.
Baili Wuchang stood beside him with his arms crossed, not intending to help at all. He spun around gracefully, preparing to leave Room 0728.
Wen Nuan diligently walked over, trying to measure things out. He didn’t feel like princess-carrying Tang Qizhuan was right, so he settled for dragging him.
“Hey—”
Just as Wen Nuan was gesticulating, Tang Qizhuan suddenly opened his eyes. Wen Nuan jumped and gasped.
Wen Nuan was bent over, his arms outstretched towards him, and the two were very close.
When Tang Qizhuan opened his eyes, they weren’t in focus. He naturally stretched out his arms and wrapped them around Wen Nuan’s neck.
“You’re back…Mingchong…”
Tang Qizhuan was obviously not clear headed. He mumbled the wrong person’s name, even raising his head about to plant a kiss on his lips.
Wen Nuan was terrified. He wanted to get away, but Tang Qizhuan hooked his neck and didn’t let go, so Wen Nuan couldn’t break free from his shackles quick enough.
“Mmph—”
In an instant, a bony, ice-cold palm stretched out from behind Wen Nuan to cover his mouth and nose. It was only then that Wen Nuan was able to escape Tang Qizhuan’s “assault” in the nick of time.
The next moment, Wen Nuan felt himself being pulled out of Tang Qizhuan’s grasp, falling into an inexplicably familiar embrace…
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Door: Hello everyone, I’m a door~
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I never expected that there’d be so much drama 😭 Ever since the Ying Zi incident, there’s always more to everything than it seems!
Fr everything is just so silly too
Thanks for the translation