Without meaning to, Wenhai had let slip his innermost thoughts…
It wasn’t only Wen Nuan who had been dumbfounded. The tall and serious man standing in front of him, Baili Wuchang, couldn’t help but stare blankly.
Nice waist?
Baili Wuchang subconsciously blankly looked down at his own waist.
“I’m…I’m sorry…”
Wen Nuan wished he could bite his own tongue off. Filled with regret, he laughed hollowly. “I…I have a bit of an accent. I said ‘nice choice’, ‘nice choice’. It’s so late, I’m sorry for disturbing you. I’ll make sure to charge you for the elevator fee. Then I won’t keep bothering you.”
Saying all this in one breath, Wen Nuan’s face grew hot. Before Baili Wuchang could respond, it was like the bottoms of his feet were coated in oil as he slipped away at high speed.
“Nice…waist?”
Baili Wuchang whispered hoarsely to himself, repeating those two words.
“How mortifying…”
Wen Nuan covered his head as he ran. The elevator wasn’t working, so he ran down the stairs from the fourth floor.
Fortunately, he ran very fast, or else he might be arrested by the guest from Room 404 for being a pervert.
When Wen Nuan finally got to the first floor lobby, he looked up at the clock on the wall to see that it was almost five in the morning.
“Time passes so quickly…”
Wen Nuan let out a sigh.
The first half of the first day of the work had been uneventful. He didn’t expect that after midnight, Wen Nuan was like a gyroscope, turning round and round endlessly, busy until he was dizzy.
“Wen Nuan.”
Fan Liangda saw him come back, and smiled. “You’ve worked hard your first day. Time’s about up; you can get off work at five. The hotel has staff meals, so you can eat breakfast before going back. The hotel also has employee dormitories, so you can also shower or take a nap before leaving.”
“I understand, Senior.” Wen Nuan nodded.
The reason why Wen Nuan had applied to the Hell Chain Hotel was because the salary was high and the benefits were good. He heard that the staff meals were sumptuous, and whether it was a day shift or a night shift or an afternoon shift, all three daily meals were provided for workers. As long as they provided proof of employment, they could get them.
Wen Nuan lived alone. Tuition and rent weren’t cheap, so if he could get a day’s worth of meals for free, that would make him extremely happy and take a huge weight off his shoulders.
It was almost dawn, and the stream of customers had lessened, so the hotel returned to being quiet.
Wen Nuan was about to switch with a day shift coworker when another guest walked towards the front desk.
Ah, another nice waist…
Wen Nuan raised his head with a smile, his eyes shining.
“Hello, guest.”
This was probably the last customer of the day that Wen Nuan would deal with. He dragged his luggage with him, wearing a black windbreaker with his hair combed neatly. From head to toe, he exuded a lowkey yet luxurious vibe. All it took was one look to tell this man had money and status.
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The guest was fairly young, probably having just graduated from college. But when he spoke, his mannerisms were mature and steady.
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The guest surnamed Su said nothing, only nodding slightly when he took his card. He took his luggage in hand and turned to leave.
Wen Nuan followed Mr. Su with his gaze. He internally commented on how handsome this Mr. Su was, and his waist was really lean. Though…
Compared to the VVIP guest from Room 404, it still fell short a few points.
“Stop! Stop!”
“It’s you!”
“You murderer! You won’t get away!”
Just as Wen Nuan sighed wistfully, there came a noisy, hysterical ruckus that almost toppled the hotel roof.
“What is it?”
“Did something happen?”
“It looks like an argument.”
Wen Nuang had looked over to see the elevator doors open. There were a few people, one of them being a fashionable lady. She had been ready to check in when she came face-to-face with Mr. Su. Mr. Su didn’t seem to recognize her, but the lady’s expression had abruptly grown fierce.
Astonishment, anger, sorrow, and hatred…
A myriad of negative emotions cycled through the young woman’s face. All of a sudden, she shouted at the top of her lungs and grabbed Mr. Su’s sleeve.
Blood rushed to the woman’s eyes, and she refused to let Mr. Su go. “Murderer! My dad was so kind to you, you cruel dog! I’m going to kill you! I’m going to kill you! Give my dad back to me!”
“Guest…excuse me, this guest…” Violence is prohibited inside the hotel…
It was almost five in the morning, so it was almost time to get off work. Who would’ve expected a fight to break out inside the hotel at this moment? It was truly a dry day; it seemed like everyone’s tempers could combust at any given time…
There wasn’t much Wen Nuan could do. He quickly walked out from behind the front desk to intervene.
“Let me go! Don’t stop me!”
“He’s a murderer! He killed my dad!”
“I’m going to kill him! I have to kill him with my own hands!”
The woman’s companions had been stunned into a stupor. They hurriedly obstructed her, but this young lady’s emotions had been stirred up. Even when she was being pulled back, she flailed her arms and legs at Mr. Su.
“Guest, please calm down.”
Fan Liangda wasn’t on the first floor at this time, but there was another coworker from the night shift who came to check the situation with Wen Nuan.
Wen Nuan let out a breath. If it had only been him alone, stopping the conflict would’ve been rather strenuous.
Wen Nuan appreciatively turned to his helpful coworker. He was also young, but probably a year or two older. The name tag on his chest read “Lobby front desk: An Xiangbei”.
Opposite of the fuming lady, Mr. Su’s eyes were placid. He gazed at her coldly, taking quite a while to think about if he knew her or not. After a moment, he said indifferently, “So it’s you. That person’s daughter.”
Mr. Su had only spoken a handful of words before he took his luggage, heading towards the elevator.
“You!”
Mr. Su’s indifferent attitude riled the woman up again. The young lady shouted, “Stop! You bastard! You white-eyed wolf! You killed my father! I’m going to kill you! You murderer!”
Wen Nuan quickly blocked the lady and said, “Guest, please calm down, please…”
The young lady’s eyes followed Mr. Su. Flustered and exasperated, she grabbed a metal thermos from one of her companions and violently threw it at Mr. Su’s head.
“Watch out!”
Wen Nuan shouted in warning, but he was too late.
If that metal thermos hit the back of Mr. Su’s head, the result would be consequential. A concussion might even be the best outcome.
“Bang—”
Onlookers gasped in surprise. Someone had reached out to block it, taking the hit for Mr. Su. The thermos fortunately didn’t smash into Mr. Su, but it hit someone in the arm, and they cried out in pain.
An Xiangbei sucked in a breath, cradling his arm.
Wen Nuan was alarmed. He quickly supported An Xiangbei and asked, “How’s your arm?”
An Xiangbei was in too much pain to speak, shaking his head with furrowed brows.
The young lady hadn’t expected to injure anyone else. She paused, taken aback, but soon yelled, “Nobody asked him to get in my way; he deserved it! I didn’t do it on purpose…”
“Guest.” Wen Nuan felt that it was perhaps because he hadn’t slept the whole night, nor eaten breakfast yet, so his blood pressure was rather low and his temper was reaching the end of its line. The sweet little dimple on his cheek had disappeared. The expression on his face was indescribably cold right now.
“You’ve raised your voice within the hotel several times, inconveniencing other guests, and you even hurt someone. If things are really as you said, then I will file a report.”
“I…” The young lady who had kept screaming “murderer” suddenly wilted, her eyes downcast as she resolutely glared at Wen Nuan. “Why do you care?! Who are you to file a report?!”
Her companions quietly whispered, trying to persuade her. It seemed like they also thought the young lady’s outburst was out of character and rather embarrassing. They hurriedly pulled her away.
Before leaving, the young lady turned her head to glare at Mr. Su and said, “Su Mu! I’m not done with you yet! I’ll take you down sooner or later!”
Once the woman and her companions left the premises, everyone let out a sigh.
Mr. Su lowered his eyes to look at the injured An Xiangbei. He didn’t have much emotion in his voice when he asked, “How’s your arm?”
“It’s nothing, guest.” An Xiangbei forced out a smile. “I’m not bleeding, so there’s no need to worry.”
Mr. Su didn’t say anything more, nor did his expression change. Taking his luggage with him, he stepped onto the elevator and swiftly left as well.
How could this guest act like this…
Wen Nuan had thought this guest surnamed Su was quite handsome, but he didn’t expect his character to be so troublesome. At least when An Xiangbei had taken the blow for him, he had the heart to casually ask after his injury.
Wen Nuan looked down at An Xiangbei’s arm. “Your arm…”
“Are you Senior Fan’s junior?” asked An Xiangbei, shaking his head. “My arm’s fine. It doesn’t even hurt anymore. I heard it’s your first day at work, but you happened to have such a bothersome encounter. The hotel has all kinds of guests. There are occasionally some fights that break out.”
Occasionally?
Wen Nuan laughed. His first day of work already had two “rare encounters”; the probability of these occasions seemed to be rather high…
But by comparison, the damage done by the guest from Room 404 was much more drastic.
Not too far away, on another side of the first floor lobby…
While Wen Nuan was internally roasting the guest from Room 404, Baili Wuchang, the guest in question was resting on a couch next to the window. A half-finished book was opened on his lap.
But obviously, Baili Wuchang wasn’t paying attention to his book; he was staring in the direction of the elevator. When there had been a fight just earlier, Baili Wuchang had witnessed it all.
Heibai Wuchang stood by his side. Hei Wuchang said, “Boss, that man with the luggage who just entered the elevator seems to really have some issues. He’s probably not a normal living human, but looking at him, he doesn’t seem to be something as simple as a ghost.”
Baili Wuchang lightly turned a page of his book, saying nonchalantly, “He’s not within the scope of our business. No need to pay him any heed.”
“But…”
At a loss, Hei Wuchang glanced at Bai Wuchang.
The two reached a tacit understanding and took two steps back. Hei Wuchang whispered, “The boss doesn’t want to deal with more business? Then why’s he looking over there at the action so intently? I even almost thought the boss wanted to act for the sake of justice.”
Bai Wuchang said, “You saw wrong. The boss wasn’t looking at the fuss.”
“Then what was he looking at?” Bai Wuchang was confused.
Bai Wuchang only said two words: “Nice waist.”
A lightbulb went off over Hei Wuchang’s head. “The hotel employee who ‘took advantage’ earlier.”
Bai Wuchang nodded, treating words like gold. “Wen Nuan.”
“Right, right; he’s called Wen Nuan.” Hei Wuchang bustled with excitement. “No wonder, no wonder; I say, the boss’s gaze earlier, tsk tsk…it looked rather beastly!”
Bai Wuchang expressionlessly turned his head in his direction.
Hei Wuchang patted his shoulder, saying, “Why so serious? I was kidding.”
Bai Wuchang kept a straight face and quipped, “Actually, I was thinking the same.”
The author has something to say: [Mini Theater]
Lord·Mountaintop Flower·Baili: I have a craving for the body of the little front desk worker.
Wen·Terminal Face-con·Nuan: I have a craving for the body of a VVIP guest from Room 404.
Lord Baili: What a coincidence.
Wen Nuan: What a coincidence!
[Ding~ A heart-to-heart exchange has been accomplished.]
Wen Nuan just looking at everybody’s waist now 😭
That lady had the audacity to say it’s An Xiangbei’s fault for getting in her way, what kind of logic is that? I would’ve thrown the thermos back at her 🙄
So he’s not only a facecon but also a waistcon now? 🤣
🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉
We love a confident thirsty MC 😂
I was just thinking that thirsting while talking wasn’t a good idea and then ‘nice waist’ happened