Shen Cheng took a stroll in the back garden, feeling a bit sleepy, so she decided to head back to her room for a rest.
The top suite at Water City, with its layout and decoration, is truly first-rate.
The epitome of luxury, it rivals a palace.
A three-meter-wide circular bed is placed in the room’s circular balcony, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling glass windows at least seven centimeters thick.
The bed sheets, duvets, and other amenities are all luxury items.
This room is exclusive to Shi Yu.
Apart from him, the only other person who can enter this room is Shen Cheng.
The staff, upon leading Shen Cheng to the room, did not dare to overstep their bounds, standing properly outside the door awaiting orders.
After Shen Cheng entered the room, she ordered everyone to leave, even the bodyguards were dismissed.
Sitting on the large circular bed, she took off her shoes and lay down.
Gazing at the crystal chandelier above, she placed her hand on her lower abdomen.
Being pregnant is truly exhausting.
She closed her eyes and soon fell asleep, completely unaware that there were several people hiding in the shadows outside her room, sneaking around.
"Sister An, is this the place?"
A man in his forties quietly inquired of the person beside him in a corner.
Xia An’an cautiously poked her head out and glanced down the corridor, then nodded: "Yes, Brother Rui mentioned that this floor is reserved for VIPs. Influential people like Shi Yu, when they come to Water City, will definitely stay here."
"But there are three presidential suites, which one could it be?" the man wondered.
"I’m not sure about that either. You wait here for a bit, I’m going to hide somewhere. Brother Rui doesn’t usually allow me up here, and it wouldn’t be good if he saw me since I came without telling him today," Xia An’an said, pausing as if recalling something, and then reminded him, "Be careful, that woman has bodyguards with her, and each one is highly skilled. Don’t get caught. If you handle this well for me, I’ll give you another sum of money!"
At the mention of money, the man’s eyes lit up, and he quickly nodded in agreement, "You can count on me, Sister An. I’ll make sure it’s done!"
"Good, I am counting on you." Xia An’an said, taking out a photo from her bag and handing it to him, "Make sure you remember this face well. As soon as she shows up, you can make your move, and remember, make it clean."
The man glanced at the photo and then tucked it away.
Xia An’an felt relieved and gently patted his shoulder, "Don’t disappoint me!"
After she finished speaking, she looked around and, seeing no one, quickly covered her face with her handbag and hurried down the stairs.
Just after she left, a "ding—" sounded from the elevator in the corridor.
Then, the elevator doors opened.
Mo Qingxin stepped out with her head slightly lowered, checking data on a tablet as she walked.
In the corner, the man saw her emerging from the elevator and immediately became more alert.
He stared intently in her direction, trying to get a clear look at her face, but Mo Qingxin kept her head down, making it impossible for him to see her front.
With no other option, the man pulled out the photo from his pocket.
Upon comparison, he noticed that Mo Qingxin’s height, attire, and dress were all exactly like the person in the photo.
He let out a cold laugh, a sinister light gleaming in his eyes.
Clenching his fist, he crumpled the photo he held tightly and shoved it back into his pocket.
He opened the burlap bag set aside, glanced at its contents, and his smile grew even more sinister and frightening...