Shen Qingqing looked confused, "Wasn't the room already booked?"
"It was temporarily reserved by another client. I'm very sorry, but we can only offer you one room. However, this room is quite spacious, and our hotel uses two-meter-wide beds, so you don't need to worry about being crowded."
Shen Qingqing's lips twitched. This wasn't about being crowded, it was awkward.
Fu Jingshu glanced at her, seeing her flustered for the first time. He deliberately asked, "What, scared?"
Shen Qingqing raised an eyebrow. "If Master Fu isn't scared, then I certainly won't be."
When it came to thick skin, he really wasn't a match for this woman. Fu Jingshu withdrew his gaze, accepted the room card, and turned towards the elevator, hearing the sound of high heels behind him.
He didn't even realize it himself, but the corner of his lips curved upward slightly.
At the door of the room, Shen Qingqing couldn't help but look across the hallway. That was supposed to be her room, but who knew who had booked it. Suddenly, that door was pushed open.
A woman walked out from inside, and it was Shen Yaoyao.
Shen Yaoyao, seeing her and Fu Jingshu standing together, immediately hurried over, looking at Fu Jingshu with affectionate eyes. "Jingshu, what a coincidence, what are you doing here?"
Shen Qingqing didn't believe this herself. This woman had snatched her room; it couldn't be a coincidence. It was likely an intentional arrangement.
She turned to look at Fu Jingshu, wondering if he had seen through it.
Fu Jingshu's face was, as always, expressionless. He opened the room door and looked at her. "Go in."
He completely ignored Shen Yaoyao.
Shen Yaoyao gritted her teeth in hatred but dared not vent her anger on Fu Jingshu. She could only turn to Shen Qingqing, her eyes full of sorrow. "Sister, why must you snatch Jingshu and Chenchen away from me? You know how much I care about them..."
She seemed unable to continue, holding back tears, a single tear rolling down her cheek, making her appear delicate and beautiful.
"Since childhood, you've always liked to snatch my things. I always let you have your way before, but now I really can't. Jingshu and Chenchen are my everything; I can't lose them."
What a heartfelt confession!
Shen Qingqing almost felt touched, but only almost.
Before she could retaliate, Fu Jingshu said coldly, "Whether he is your son or not, you know best."
As for him, he had never been hers.
Shen Yaoyao was shocked. Why would he say that?
Did he already know she wasn't Chenchen's biological mother?
No, it was impossible.
She comforted herself, managing not to show any panic. Clutching her chest, she staggered back two steps. "Jingshu, how can you say that?"
"He is the child I carried for ten months and gave birth to through life and death. How can you say he's not mine? Have you been listening to gossip? That's just people being jealous and deliberately creating discord between us."
She glanced meaningfully at Shen Qingqing.
"Why are you looking at me?" Shen Qingqing said coldly. "Are you trying to blame me again?"
Shen Yaoyao whispered, "That's not what I meant. It's just that before you appeared, we were always fine. I was happy when you returned, but the family became chaotic because of you. Sister, do you dislike me that much?"
"You think too highly of yourself," Shen Qingqing said without politeness. She lowered her gaze to her fingertips, which were fair and delicate. "I have many things to do and I'm busy."
The implication was, she didn't have time to deal with her!
Shen Yaoyao was choked, her anger rising. "But if it weren't for you, why would Jingshu say that?"
"What does that have to do with me?" Shen Qingqing couldn't be bothered to deal with her, let alone listen to their gossip. She yawned lazily. "I'm tired; I'm going to rest."
After a brief greeting to Fu Jingshu, she entered the room.
"Jingshu, look at her..." Shen Yaoyao said, confused and saddened. "I don't know what I did to offend my sister, why she treats me with such disdain?"
"Perhaps you should ask yourself."
Fu Jingshu's cold remark left Shen Yaoyao speechless. Grinding her molars, she moved towards him aggrievedly and reached out to grab Fu Jingshu's sleeve.
Unfortunately, Fu Jingshu sidestepped, and she deliberately cried out in surprise, as if she had sprained her ankle, and threw herself at him.
"Jingshu, save me!"
Fu Jingshu didn't dodge. He looked at her expressionlessly.
This gave Shen Yaoyao a glimmer of hope. He must have been moved!
She struck her most beautiful pose, waiting to be embraced by him and pour out her heart. As she was about to touch his arm, she could already smell the faint scent of Fu Jingshu.
It was pleasant and intoxicating.
Just then, Fu Jingshu took a step back.
With a "thump!"
Shen Yaoyao fell squarely onto the floor, spread out like a starfish. Her dress today was already short, barely covering her hips. Now, her skirt had ridden up to her waist.
It revealed a expanse of snow-white, and within the white, a black line that covered nothing.
Shen Qingqing heard the noise and peeked out. She was shocked. This woman was truly open, wearing a thong! She subconsciously looked at Fu Jingshu.
Could he withstand such temptation?
Fu Jingshu's face was filled with disgust. "Scram."
He had seen many women, had no favorites, but many he disliked. For example, women who dressed provocatively, their intentions to seduce almost written on their faces.
He only glanced at the white expanse once. Far from feeling tempted, he felt a wave of disgust and nausea.
He didn't look at the woman on the floor again and turned to enter the room, slamming the door shut.
Shen Yaoyao lay on the floor, overwhelmed by immense shame. She couldn't help but pound the ground hard. In reality, the thick carpet softened her fall.
But her painstaking attempt to seduce had only earned her the word "scram."
Just then, footsteps approached from not far away. As she looked up, she saw two servers staring at her, dumbfounded. She scrambled to her feet in a panic, adjusted her skirt, and fled.
As soon as Shen Qingqing entered, she went straight to the bedroom and locked the door, intending to rest.
She had already made plans to go to Xi Rang Manor that evening.
Her mother had always loved charity. Not only had she sponsored some university students, but she had also sponsored an orphanage. The director of that orphanage now lived at Xi Rang Manor.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, three unhurried knocks.
Shen Qingqing opened the door and poked her head out. "Master Fu, is something wrong?"
Fu Jingshu was more than a head taller than her. He looked down at her. "You're coming with me to meet a business partner tonight."
Shen Qingqing's eyes flickered. "Meeting a business partner, do I need to go?"
"Yes."
After Fu Jingshu finished speaking, he turned to leave.
Shen Qingqing quickly called out, "Wait!"
He stopped, turned slightly, and his cool gaze fell on her, as if asking, "Is there something?"
"I might not be able to go with you."
"Reason."
"I heard there's a nice hot spring here, and I'd like to try it." Shen Qingqing pretended to rub her shoulders and neck. "I've been really tired lately, my whole body aches, and I want to relax."