I run a hotel in Huangshan

Chapter 23 The cry for help in the guest room

According to a cleaning lady on the eighth floor of the hotel, she was cleaning the hallway around 6:00 a.m. when she heard a woman's distressed cries for help coming from a suite. Because it was early in the morning, most guests were still asleep, and the hotel was quiet, the woman's voice was high and sharp, and the cleaning lady heard it clearly.

The aunt was afraid that something might happen, so she wrote down the room number and told it to the hotel security. The security reported the situation to Xue Zhichao, who had already sent someone to guard the door and asked Han Qingyue for instructions, ready to call the police at any time.

This was the first time Han Qingyue had encountered such a situation since taking over the hotel. If it was true, as her aunt said, that someone in the room was screaming for help, then the guest was likely in danger. A murder in a hotel was no small matter.

Han Qingyue asked Xue Zhichao to find out who was staying in the suite, and then disguised herself as a waiter and knocked on the door under the pretext of delivering breakfast to the guests to investigate. She and Lu Siqing packed up their things and immediately went down the mountain.

On the way, Han Qingyue received another call from Xue Zhichao. When she heard him say the name of the guest in the suite, Han Qingyue was shocked.

"Are you sure the guest's name is Li Qiufeng?" Han Qingyue confirmed with Xue Zhichao.

"That's right, Mr. Han, his name is Li Qiufeng. His name sounds familiar, but I can't remember who he is." Xue Zhichao said as he thought.

"Don't think about it, I know who it is! You guys just do as I said and pretend to be waiters and go in to take a look. If it's him, there should be nothing wrong. Maybe it's just a misunderstanding." Li Qiufeng is Han Qingyue's childhood friend. In Han Qingyue's opinion, this man is good in every way: smart, righteous, and good-looking. His biggest shortcoming is that he is playboy and dissolute. She doesn't believe that he would do anything illegal, and she still has some trust in him.

After hearing what his boss said, Xue Zhichao felt relieved and agreed to hang up the phone. Then he and two skilled security guards disguised themselves as waiters and took the breakfast sent by the catering department to the suite upstairs.

Qingxin Hotel has the practice of delivering meals to VIP guests at their homes, but the delivery must be made according to the guest's appointment time and the guests will not be disturbed from rest without their consent.

Arriving at the suite's door, Xue Zhichao pressed his ear against it, finding it completely silent, practically inaudible. He mustered up the courage to ring the doorbell, and a few minutes later, the door opened. A woman opened the door. She was beautiful and well-built, but her face was tired, her eyes red and swollen, and her exposed neck bore distinct red marks, as if she had been whipped.

"What do you want?" the woman's voice was very soft.

"Ma'am, since you are a VIP customer, Qingxin Hotel provides you with door-to-door breakfast service."

Although the details of the situation were still unclear, Xue Zhichao was completely relieved to see that the woman was still alive. As long as there was no murder, that was what he was most thankful for at the moment.

"Why so early? I'll send you off later! Go out first!" A man's lazy voice came from the inner room.

Seeing that the woman was fine, Xue Zhichao felt it difficult to force his way in, so he had to retreat with the two security guards.

Back in the office, he reported the situation to Han Qingyue. Han Qingyue and Lu Siqing were on the cable car going down the mountain. Since they were the only two people in the cable car, Han Qingyue had her phone on speakerphone, and Lu Siqing heard their conversation.

When Xue Zhichao talked about the scars on the woman's neck, Lu Siqing couldn't help but turn his head to look at Han Qingyue and smiled meaningfully.

Han Qingyue didn't understand what was going on, and only asked him after they hung up the phone, "What were you laughing at when I was talking to Xue Zhichao just now? That smile of yours was full of evil."

It would have been fine if Han Qingyue hadn't asked. As soon as she asked, Lu Siqing couldn't help laughing again, "Han Qingyue, you are so innocent. How come you don't understand anything?"

"If you have something to say, say it quickly and don't keep us in suspense!" Han Qingyue scolded.

"Okay, since Mr. Han is willing to listen, I will tell you. Mr. Han, have you heard of SM?" Lu Siqing asked casually.

Hearing this question, Han Qingyue suddenly realized what was going on. The woman's screams of "help," the sounds of pain, and the red marks on her neck... Oh my god, her childhood friend really has a strong taste! Han Qingyue was embarrassed and angry, and turned her face away from Lu Siqing.

"Haha, Han Qingyue, so you know..."

He stopped talking halfway because Han Qingyue had turned around and glared at him fiercely, pinching the flesh on his arm with one hand and twisting it hard.

"Ah! Help!"

The cable car was filled with Lu Siqing's screams. He almost forgot that the woman he liked was very domineering, but only gentle occasionally.

After returning to the hotel, Han Qingyue saw her childhood friend Li Qiufeng in the hotel lobby.

Li Qiufeng was about to leave when a woman stood beside him. Han Qingyue glanced over. The woman looked very similar to Xue Zhichao's description: a weary expression with red marks on her neck. But she had a smile on her face, as if trying to please Li Qiufeng.

In this situation, Han Qingyue wanted to pretend not to see, but Li Qiufeng had already seen her, and there was no way to avoid her. She pretended to be unaware and greeted him in surprise: "Why are you here? Not only did you come, but you stayed in my hotel and didn't even tell me!"

"I was ordered to do something. I arrived late yesterday and was afraid of disturbing you, so I planned to find you again today. I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence..." Li Qiufeng said incoherently.

Han Qingyue could sense the strangeness in the atmosphere. If this wasn't in public, she would have definitely taught him a lesson. At this moment, she could only suppress her anger and ask, "Did you have breakfast? The breakfast at the Chinese restaurant is pretty good."

When breakfast was mentioned, Li Qiufeng seemed to realize something and smiled, "No, I'm not going to eat. Something urgent has to happen. I need to go out for a while. I'll meet you for dinner another day!"

While the two were talking, the woman who was originally standing next to Li Qiufeng deliberately kept a distance from them.

Looking at her, Han Qingyue found it both ridiculous and pathetic. This woman really could endure anything.

After Li Qiufeng left, Lu Siqing stepped forward and asked, "Qingyue, who is this?"

"My childhood friend! The cry for help was made by the woman next to him!" Han Qingyue was too embarrassed to speak out, but had to say it.

"Ah! Han Qingyue, you actually have such a childhood friend! As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, you wouldn't..." The place where Lu Siqing was pinched just now was still aching slightly, and he didn't dare to say anything more.

He was thankful that Li Qiufeng was just Han Qingyue's childhood friend and had no such intentions towards her, otherwise this man would be a dangerous person. He felt that men with violent tendencies were always a little twisted and perverted.

Han Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief after the false alarm. Now that she was back at the hotel, her vacation was over.

Perhaps because she had been staying up late for several days, Han Qingyue slept soundly that night. The next morning, a ray of sunlight playfully passed through the French window, casting a hazy glow on her, a quiet and warm feeling.

Han Qingyue's curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and she placed the back of her white hand on her head and patted it gently. The fatigue of the past few days gave her a headache. The room was so quiet that only her breathing could be heard. After a while, she opened her eyes and faintly heard a sound from the living room.

(End of this chapter)