Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 122 What are your standards for finding a boyfriend?

The temperature was already low at night, and she shivered. She quickly rinsed off the soap, got dressed, and went out to call the front desk to explain the situation.

The front desk staff apologized profusely and provided excellent service. "I'm so sorry, ma'am, it's our hotel's fault that has caused you inconvenience. We'll upgrade you to a suite free of charge, is that alright?"

Shen Guining agreed.

Soon a waiter came and knocked on the door. After she finished packing her luggage, he led her upstairs to change rooms.

The floor above is the executive suite.

As I walked down the corridor, I brushed past a customer who was on the phone.

The other person spoke broken Chinese, "Vince, have you arrived?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Guining paused slightly.

As the man walked towards the elevator, he seemed to find the Chinese too convoluted and switched back to English, saying, "Okay, I'll go first."

The sound faded away.

Shen Guining was momentarily dazed.

There are too many people with the same English name as Vince, it's unlikely to be such a coincidence.

Even after all this time, hearing his name still makes her instinctively want to turn around.

Changing rooms took half an hour.

Shen Guining didn't go to bed until midnight.

I had a hazy dream again at night.

I dreamt of the time when I first went abroad and met some local friends at the Sydney Opera House. They said they really liked Chinese dance and wanted to take a picture with Shen Guining.

One of the boys asked if he could wait a moment, as a friend of his was coming over.

Shen Guining said it was nothing.

Less than two minutes later, the boy waved towards the door, "Vince, over here."

Upon hearing the familiar English name, Shen Guining reflexively turned around.

When my gaze fell upon a completely unfamiliar face, a huge void instantly filled my heart.

What was she expecting? It was her suggestion of an end.

How could someone as proud as Mr. Qu bow his head repeatedly?

He said he never wanted to see him again.

The scene suddenly shifts.

During that trip to Italy, Shen Guining was caught in a downpour and found himself stranded in front of an antique shop.

Venice is a city on water, with wet and narrow streets and no taxis. The sky was darkening, and the rain showed no sign of stopping.

She was out shopping alone and was too embarrassed to ask her colleagues to bring her an umbrella. She was planning to get soaked on her way back to the hotel when a kind passerby gave her an umbrella.

Shen Guining was very grateful and wanted to get the other party's contact information, but the lady refused, and she didn't want to force her.

As I left with my umbrella, a familiar figure flashed by in the hurried crowd.

In the blink of an eye, that figure disappeared into the rain again.

She stood there stunned for several seconds before deciding to chase after him.

Only then did she realize that she had misread it.

The dreams are a jumbled mess, replaying in my mind and consciousness.

Her sleep quality has declined in the past two years; she often dreams and has difficulty falling asleep.

The next day, the other members of the group went out to visit tourist attractions, but Shen Guining did not go with them. She was on her period and felt unwell, so she did not want to go out.

When she was with Qu Yanci before, he asked a doctor to prescribe Chinese medicine to regulate her body, and her menstrual cramps improved slightly.

Shen Guining had a bag of brown sugar ginger tea in her suitcase, so she took it out and brewed a cup.

In the afternoon, her assistant, Yu Ting, came to her room.

"Sister Gui Ning, are you feeling any better?"

"Much better." Shen Guining asked, "Didn't you go out and play with everyone?"

"It's too hot outside, I'd rather stay in the hotel." Yu Ting changed the subject, "Sister Gui Ning, do you know that there's a super handsome guy with blue eyes living across from you? His features are amazing, his nose is so high and straight, his lips are so thin, he's just incredibly handsome!"

Shen Guining chuckled, "You can date a foreign boyfriend if you have the chance."

"I'd love to, but unfortunately I don't know how to flirt." Yu Ting shrugged helplessly. "Sister Gui Ning, don't you like handsome Western men?"

"Purely for appreciation."

Shen Guining doesn't really like the looks of foreigners. She feels that most handsome men's features are like they're copied from a template, and they're not very distinctive.

Yu Ting asked gossipily, "So what are your criteria for finding a boyfriend?"

Shen Guining was silent for a moment, then said, "Let's see how it goes."

Yu Ting smiled and said, "I don't know how outstanding a man must be to make your heart flutter."

Shen Guining pursed her lips and remained silent.

Indeed, it is excellent.

Because I've met such amazing people, everyone else I meet later seems indifferent.