Manager Zhang turned her attention to Su Ran, "Miss, your fiance is—"
"Jun Xiang!" she interjected in an instant.
"Master Jun? I didn't know Master Jun had a fiance." Manager Zhang stared unbelievably at this woman who looked like Arale from the Dr. Slump mangas.
Master Jun was one of the city's most eligible bachelors. Since when did he have a fiance? Such an unrefined one to boot, too. Would Master Jun not be resentful?
"Why would I lie? Look, this is the supplementary membership card he gave me."
Manager Zhang took a look. It indeed was Master Jun's supplementary membership card. There were not many of these membership cards in circulation and every card was personally issued by her. There was no mistake in it.
"Very well. I'll inform Master Jun then?"
"Don't. I want to give him a surprise. Otherwise, wouldn't I have just called him?"
"Very well. Master Jun is in room 1808. If you would follow me." Manager Zhang extended her arm and gestured. In the meantime, her other arm gestured to the female receptionist to go ahead and inform Master Jun. She did not want to offend either party.
Jing Wushuang did not bat an eyelid and said, "Manager Zhang, the front desk's quality service needs major improvements. The front desk is the first impression of the business.
I don't remember Chenyu's employee handbook mentioning that the receptionist can be condescending toward visitors. Although it's right not to disclose the information of our guests, this attitude, however… The customer is always right. This is the most basic attainment of any service staff. Manager Zhang, do I have to come and personally train them?"
Manager Zhang's face was stiff. The female receptionist was a relative of hers. The girl had a pretty face and Manager Zhang thought she could use this venue to land the girl a rich husband. The girl would then be a young master's wife. The girl did not go through the proper training process prior to going on duty as her objective was not to stay for long.
The female receptionist twitched her lips in disdain after hearing this. Manager Zhang repeatedly admitted her negligence and that she would improve on the girl's training.
The three of them arrived outside room 1808. Before Manager Zhang could knock, Su Ran raised her leg and kicked open the door as she shouted, "Mister Jun! How dare you cheat on me?"
The actions were too fast that Jing Wushuang could not restrain her in time. She internally facepalmed; Su Ran's temperament was unbelievable.
Manager Zhang covered her mouth with her hand and looked at Jing Wushuang anxiously, hoping that she could cover for her. Not only was her job as a manager over, she even feared that her life might be over if she offended the bigwigs in the room.
Following such a bellow and the door slamming open, the interior of the spacious private room was all too visible—
Jing Wushuang's gaze fell upon the man seated in the middle of the luxurious couch. His long body slouched lazily on the sofa while his long arms casually rested on the armrests. There was a half-burnt cigarette sandwiched between his fingers. His legs were casually crossed. His pitch-black silk shirt made him look like a panther that was about to enter the jungle to hunt, languid and dangerous. He continually exhibited the strength and beauty of a mature man.
Narrow ocean-eyes were set on his exquisitely featured face. The lines across his forehead revealed the marks of time; or could it be wisdom; or was it introvertedness; or even profoundness. Cool and sumptuous. Every aspect of him was perfectly sculpted by God's meticulous technique, resulting in the pinnacle of a thirty-two-year-old man's charms.
Him, again?
Jing Wushuang's heartbeat grew faster. She could never forget such a man, what more one she had just met this morning.