No birthmark…
In contrast to Baili Wuchang’s sense of loss, Wen Nuan was dazedly unaware of his current situation.
Wen Nuan giggled, both of his hands releasing Baili Wuchang’s waist, instead changing to cup Baili Wuchang’s face. Before the other could reach, he leaned up, making a “mwah” sound…
Planting a big kiss on Baili Wuchang’s forehead.
Unable to be lost in thought any longer, Baili Wuchang stared in shock at Wen Nuan, his “harasser”.
Wen Nuan’s face was calm, mumbling to himself, “Lucky, you grew up so fast. Your head is already this big…”
“Looks like the school fare must be really good!”
“Say…have you been stealing A-Huang’s food?”
Lucky?
A-Huang?
Baili Wuchang’s eyes were a little dazed. Why did these sound like dog names?
“Haha…” Wen Nuan laughed happily. “Lucky, let me tell you, I found a job…even though it’s a little hard, the salary is really high…Once I get my first month’s paycheck, I’ll buy the best canned food for you and A-Huang!”
“Do you like chicken flavor, or perhaps beef?”
“Ah, that’s right. I forgot Lucky can’t speak people language. No worries; I’ll think of a way…”
“If you want to eat chicken flavor, bark once.”
“If you want to eat beef flavor, bark thrice.”
Baili Wuchang: “…”
Baili Wuchang’s face was dark. His entire bearing released a pressuring, cold aura that could be felt ten miles away. Only, Wen Nuan kept jabbering on.
Wen Nuan had always been someone who liked to be upbeat, but after getting drunk, his mouth was like a wind-up music box, never stopping.
Just earlier, Baili Wuchang had been confused about the names Lucky and A-Huang, but now he could be a hundred percent certain that these were indeed dog names, guaranteed.
“Wen. Nuan.” Baili Wuchang’s face remained calm and collected. He called Wen Nuan’s name in two short words.
“Ah?” responded Wen Nuan, raising his head to look at Baili Wuchang, puzzled. “Did you bark twice just now? What’s barking twice supposed to mean? Oh—I know, you want to eat beef flavor and chicken flavor. You really are deserving of being called Lucky; how greedy!”
Baili Wuchang: “…”
Baili Wuchang’s head hurt to the point where the veins in his forehead and hands were twitching. “I need to find a way to get Wen Nuan to shut up.”
“Me! I have a way!”
Baili Wuchang had been talking to himself, but Wen Nuan enthusiastically responded to his thoughts.
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Wen Nuan suddenly lunged forward, his action extremely fast and eager, extending his head towards Baili Wuchang’s thin, frowning lips, forcefully landing a kiss on him.
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Wen Nuan laughed and laughed, and then he suddenly fell back onto the bed with a plonk. Adjusting his posture a little, he closed his eyes and went straight to sleep.
As he closed his eyes, he smacked his lips, mumbling under his breath, “Ah…I think I dreamt about kissing the guest from Room 404…What an outrageous dream…”
Wen Nuan had just fallen asleep in a daze, and he was dazedly woken up as well.
“Wen Nuan! Wen Nuan, wake up, you’re going to be late.” Someone was trying to get Wen Nuan’s attention.
Wen Nuan couldn’t ignore being disrupted. He forced his eyes open, subconsciously asking, “Late? Late for what? Today…do we have an exam today?”
There was something on this earth that absolutely couldn’t be missed and had to be done. If you asked Wen Nuan, that thing would be taking exams.
“What exam?” The person calling Wen Nuan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “You’re going to be late for work!”
“Ah?!”
Wen Nuan shouted out and quickly sat up. He saw An Xiangbei standing at his side.
An Xiangbei said, “It couldn’t be that you’ve been sleeping in the staff dorms ever since you finished breakfast, right?”
Breakfast? Staff dorms?
Wen Nuan’s head was heavy, and it felt as if he had a hangover. He supported the back of his head with one hand, trying hard to recall his memories from earlier.
He did seem to go to eat breakfast, but in a strange turn of events, he drank baijiu, and then he fell asleep in a drunken daze.
“My god, it’s already this late?”
Wen Nuan checked his phone. It was 7:58PM.
He had gone to eat breakfast at five in the morning, but he had somehow fallen asleep and slept all the way until eight in the evening.
“It looks like your first day of work really tired you out yesterday,” said An Xiangbei. “Go quickly wash your face first. Our shift starts at eight, so I’ll go to the lobby front desk and wait for you.”
Today, Wen Nuan still had a night shift. Fan Liangda wasn’t around, so it was Wen Nuan and An Xiangbei on duty. Wen Nuan quickly responded in confirmation, getting out of bed to freshen himself up in the staff dorm bathrooms.
As he splashed his face with cold water, he felt rather strange. After he mistakenly drank baijiu, Wen Nuan’s memories broke off from then on. He didn’t remember anything, so how did he end up making it to the staff dorms to sleep?
“How strange…”
Wen Nuan was puzzled beyond comprehension. He didn’t have time to think about it more, hastily exiting the staff dorms to take the hotel elevator down to the first floor lobby to start work.
“I’m so sorry I’m late.” Wen Nuan jogged over, a faint sweat forming on his forehead.
An Xiangbei stood at the front desk, flashing a friendly smile at him. “No need to rush. There aren’t many guests at the moment.”
“Hello. Can you send us some snacks?”
Wen Nuan had just regained his footing when a guest sitting in the resting area at the side called for him.
The resting area had a sofa, computer, and other miscellaneous features. Guests in the hotel could also enjoy complimentary snacks and beverages.
“Yes, please wait a moment,” An Xiangbei responded.
“I’ll bring them over,” Wen Nuan said quickly, still feeling bad about arriving late.
An Xiangbei nodded. “The snacks are over here.”
Wen Nuan plated some snacks onto a tray, promptly delivering it to the guests at the resting area. He said courteously, “Guests, please enjoy your snacks.”
“Thank you, thank you.”
There were a few guests sitting in the resting area chatting and gossipping secretly to each other. When Wen Nuan brought the snacks over, they didn’t pay much attention to him, just waving their hands to tell him to set the tray down.
Wen Nuan didn’t mean to eavesdrop on the guests’ conversation, but there were a few of them who were overly excited and had raised their voices, so he inadvertently heard them as he passed by.
One of them said, “It was that Su Mu from yesterday. Didn’t Yang Jie almost try to start a fight with him?”
“What do you mean almost? Yang Jie hurt one of the workers collaterally.”
“That’s our school senior Su Mu. He’s the school grass; no wonder he’s so handsome. He looks like he’s probably rich.”
Wen Nuan heard an earful. Wasn’t Su Mu that guest who came at five in the morning, and was the last guest he had helped on his shift?
Long legs, lean waist, and when compared to the guest from Room 404, fell short just a smidge.
At that time, when the guest surnamed Su wanted to take the elevator, he encountered a young lady whose temper flared up at the sight of him. She had yelled and fought with her life, injuring An Xiangbei in the process.
No matter how you looked at it, it seemed like Mr. Su and that young lady truly had some kind of blood feud between them.
There were still some guests gossipping. “I bet you guys didn’t know, but that Su Mu really is a piece of scum.”
“Really?” Everyone was in disbelief. Mr. Su’s attractiveness index was quite high on the charts, so he didn’t look like a bad person. Plus, he seemed rich.
Wen Nuan walked back to the front desk, but he could still distinctly hear the gossip coming from the guests. He turned around to see that An Xiangbei was also listening in, looking towards their direction with intrigue.
“Whatever happened, tell us clearly,” someone urged. “Don’t keep us in suspense.”
“Su Mu was Yang Jie’s father’s star pupil,” said the person in the know with assurance.
Yang Jie was the young lady who had caused a ruckus yesterday. Wen Nuan remembered how she had loudly faced Mr. Su and accused him of murdering her father.
“Yang Jie’s father was Su Mu’s academic advisor. They seemed to be working on some kind of research together, but I don’t know the specifics. Anyways, it was when their research was almost finished that their experimental data got leaked. I heard that the person who leaked the data was Su Mu himself! Su Mu did it for money; he sold the data to a competing organization in the same field.”
“What? Su Mu was actually this kind of person?”
“Ai, Su Mu would be willing to do anything for money. After he sold the data, the research was published in advance by others. Yang Jie’s father had labored for so long, but he had nothing to show for it. Everything became the profit of someone else. I heard that Yang Jie’s father couldn’t take it anymore, so he jumped off a building and committed suicide…”
“Huh? Really? So when Yang Jie said that Su Mu killed her father, it turns out it was really because of this?”
“Yang Jie hates him to death. She filed a report, but they couldn’t find evidence that Su Mu had leaked any data, so they ended up inconclusive. Because Su Mu sold the data, he got rich and started his own business after graduating. He’s his own boss now!”
A series of sighs came from the resting area. An Xiangbei knitted his brow as he listened, saying quietly, “How can this be…”
Wen Nuan was also a bit curious. “Senior, do you know Mr. Su?”
Surprised, An Xiangbei shook his head, but suddenly changed to nodding, wearing a complicated look on his face. “I guess it counts as knowing him? But he probably doesn’t remember me.”
An Xiangbei rubbed his injured arm and said, “I’m Su Mu’s junior. I met him back in school.”
“So that’s it,” said Wen Nuan.
“Right, Wen Nuan.” An Xiangbei changed the subject, pointing to Wen Nuan’s chest. “Your buttons are fastened wrong.”
“My buttons?”
Wen Nuan confusedly looked down.
He saw that on his white dress shirt, the buttons were all on crookedly. The third button was linked to the fourth shirt hole, and it got even worse on the way down.
Wen Nuan was shocked. “They really are wrong.”
Wen Nuan had only really just woken up from his hangover, but he had only washed his face and rinsed his mouth; he never changed his clothes. His clothes had just been fine this morning after he finished his shift, so after sleeping, how did they get messed up?
“That’s so weird. They weren’t buttoned like this before,” said Wen Nuan softly.
The author has something to say: [Mini Theater]
[Thanks for tuning in to today’s edition of Approaching the Underworld, where we’ll lead you little angels to explore: Ten Unsolved Mysteries of the Hell Chain Hotel (The Underworld’s No. 1 Inn)]
Mystery 1: How in the world is Lord Baili’s gifted face so handsome?!
Mystery 2: Who is the white moonlight in the heart of “I want to be hugged by him” No. 1, Lord Baili?!
Mystery 3: What is the truth behind the one-night stand scene being deleted in The Ghost King’s Pampered Wife?!
Mystery 4: …
Mystery 10: Why are the buttons on the shirt of the little front desk worker fastened on strangely?!
Button: Hello everyone, I’m a button on Wen Nuan’s uniform shirt. Believe me, it wasn’t my fault.
Lord·Mountaintop Flower·Baili: ……
Well Baili Wuchang sir, did you check for that birthmark every nook and crook of Wen Nuan’s body or not. Maybe it’s somewhere more private- 😳
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Oh to be the little front desk worker’s button