"Tell me, please! I’m begging you!"
Jing Qing’s gentle pleading filled her gaze with a shimmer of moisture.
This greasy middle-aged man seemed to have no resistance against Jing Qing; a slight expression from her could send his heart racing and make him forget who he was.
Instead of going straight to look for Young Master Yichen, Jing Qing stayed in the guest room next to his. Of course, there were no vacant rooms at the time, but she managed to switch with the guest next to Yichen’s room after offering a high price.
Jing Qing sprayed perfume everywhere in the room because it originally belonged to a man in his thirties. As she sprayed, her brows and eyes showed traces of disdain. Having been pampered from childhood, even on movie sets, she insisted on having her own space untouched by others, let alone in a hotel.
When Mu Yichen came out that evening, he encountered her again. Realizing she might have found out about his guest room, he frowned involuntarily. As Jing Qing walked downstairs with him, he rolled up his shirt sleeves and asked, "How long are you staying here?"
"Just getting out for a bit of fun, shouldn’t take many days. How about you?"
"I’m afraid I’ll be here a while longer."
He said indifferently, and maybe because of his height advantage, Jing Qing soon struggled to keep up with his pace.
"I’m all alone here, can I go with you somewhere?"
"I don’t think that’s appropriate!"
Mu Yichen remained indifferent. Reaching the hotel entrance, a black sedan pulled up. He immediately opened the door, got in the car, and left without a half-minute delay.
Jing Qing stood there in her eight-centimeter heels, watching the car drive away, her eyes filled with frustration and helplessness.
"Get my luggage moved out of the hotel and find me a place to stay, and don’t tell anyone. Remember, do not tell anyone."
The car stopped in front of an office building. He sat in the backseat, not in a hurry to get down, but repeating his request again and again.
After Mu Yichen got out of the car, the driver turned around and went back to the hotel to assist with his procedures, then found him a vacant villa near his work.
Naturally, by the evening when Mu Yichen arrived, the place had already been cleaned spotlessly and fitted to his taste.
He truly hadn’t expected Jing Qing to come, but after her arrival, how she found his guest room was hardly a surprise—the client clearly had his eyes on Jing Qing.
The Jing Qing of the past would never have spared a glance for such looks from men. But then again, how many people never change?
That night, he didn’t go out to socialize, having dinner with a few colleagues before retiring to the villa to rest.
Jing Qing knocked on his guest room door, but it was another man who opened it. Jing Qing paused, then with a forced dry smile, she politely asked, "Is Young Master Yichen in? No, I mean Mr. Mu."
"Sorry, there’s only Young Master Li here."
The man frowned slightly as he looked at her, still trying to muster a smile for her.
Suddenly, Jing Qing had a bad premonition: Mu Yichen had left.
"Does Mu Yichen know?"
"Miss, is this your way of hitting on someone? It’s a bit too cliché."
The man still smiled. They were all young people, and he thought if the opportunity was right, he might try his luck. However, after interacting with her, he grew impatient with her persistence, but still remained polite.
"So, are you a new guest here?"
The man raised an eyebrow, and Jing Qing, not saying more, let her drooping eyelashes flutter slightly, then her expression utterly fell. She turned and walked away.
The man stood at the doorway watching her leave and suddenly realized she might truly be searching for someone. He couldn’t help but scoff before retreating back into the room and closing the door.
Jing Qing called Mu Yichen, but although the call connected, no one answered.
After showering, Mu Yichen went to grab his phone; frankly, he had hoped it was his wife, which is why he had rushed, but upon seeing it was Jing Qing, he frowned instantly. Tossing the phone back on the bed, he picked up a towel to dry his hair as he walked towards the window at the front of the room.
The house was rather nice, and the view outside quite elegant.
He was even better. Wrapped simply in a white towel around his waist, his solid chest was on full display in the spacious room, a shame that no one was there to admire his enticing abs.
His dark eyes pensively watched the night outside. He still had unresolved matters here, but the situation in Paris was making him anxious.