I run a hotel in Huangshan

Chapter 30 The Son Was Kidnapped

"Buy a birthday cake? Whose birthday is it?" Lu Siqing was curious.

"A customer's daughter in the store is having a birthday. I just saw it." Han Qingyue handed the phone to Lu Siqing to look at.

Lu Siqing thought for a moment and said, "Qingyue, I have an idea. How about we go to the kitchen and make one? I've made cakes before, so it shouldn't be a problem. Besides, Master Liu can give me some pointers."

"I find that my brain is really not enough lately! My own hotel can make desserts, but I still have to go out to order cakes! Your idea is good! Let's do as you say and go to the kitchen together!" Han Qingyue agreed.

After saying that, she walked out briskly. Looking at her slim and lovely figure, Lu Siqing's eyes were full of love.

At around seven o'clock in the evening, Han Qingyue, Lu Siqing and Liu Weiguang knocked on the door of room 306 of the hotel, carrying a birthday cake.

Su Ying didn't recognize Han Qingyue at first glance. It wasn't until she heard her voice that she asked in surprise, "Are you President Han?"

Han Qingyue smiled and nodded: "Yes, I am Han Qingyue." She then introduced Lu Siqing and Liu Weiguang to Su Ying.

When Su Ying saw the birthday cake and heard Han Qingyue say "Happy Birthday" to her daughter, she realized that she was there to celebrate her daughter's birthday.

Tears welled up in Su Ying's bewildered eyes. After taking the cake, she held back her tears and repeatedly expressed her gratitude to Han Qingyue and the other two.

This was the first time she smiled after staying in the hotel for more than ten days.

"Mr. Han, I'm really surprised. Thank you. I'm really touched! But how did you know about my daughter's birthday?" Su Ying said incoherently.

"Don't forget, we are WeChat friends!" Han Qingyue waved her phone.

"Mr. Han, you are so thoughtful!" Su Ying couldn't help but shed tears while speaking.

Han Qingyue understood her feelings and patted her shoulder, trying to comfort her. After Su Ying calmed down, they put candles on the cake together. Han Qingyue led the singing of the birthday song, and the notes and candlelight gradually dispelled the solemnity on Su Ying and her daughter's faces.

The teenager made a birthday wish: "May our home be rebuilt soon, and may my family and the brothers and sisters in the hotel be safe!"

Before cutting the cake, Su Ying took a photo and posted it on her WeChat Moments, captioning, "Thank you Qingxin Hotel, thank you President Han, for giving us the warmth of home."

At this moment, this ordinary warm scene seems extraordinarily luxurious in her circle of friends. This day will be unforgettable for her and her daughter.

That night, Su Ying posted the photo of Han Qingyue sending the cake in the WeChat group "Qingxin Family", and the group was full of praise.

Many of the disaster-stricken people cried, some expressing their gratitude to Han Qingyue and Qingxin Hotel, and some expressing their relief at having survived the disaster.

Han Qingyue has been staying in the hotel for the past ten days. Because of her perseverance, both the disaster victims and the store employees have gone from initial anxiety and worry to growing more and more confident. For them, this young boss in her twenties is their strongest spiritual support.

The WeChat group "Qingxin Family" lives up to its name, making them feel the warmth of home.

After leaving Su Ying's room, Han Qingyue took Lu Siqing to the rooftop of the hotel. This was her private place for solitude, and it was the first time she had brought anyone there. Overlooking the entire city, Han Qingyue felt a pang of pain in her heart. Reports from the disaster area tugged at Han Qingyue's heart. These days, she had been following the disaster relief efforts constantly, constantly thinking about how she could contribute to the reconstruction of the disaster area.

"Qingyue, you know, seeing Su Ying and her daughter so happy, I am also very happy. This is the first time I feel that helping others, doing something for them, and seeing their smiling faces is a happy thing." After a long silence, Lu Siqing broke the silence first.

"Yes, they are all leaving. Thinking about these days, it's really thrilling." Looking at the lights of thousands of homes, Han Qingyue said as if muttering to herself.

"This incident made me think clearly about many things. I should cherish the people in front of me, cherish the present, and speak boldly if I have something on my mind. Qingyue, I have never said anything to you, but you are a smart person, and I think you should understand how I feel about you." Lu Siqing's eyes were filled with tears, and his voice was extremely gentle.

This was the first time he had spoken to her so seriously. No joking, no playfulness, just seriousness and earnestness.

"I understand everything you wanted to say but didn't." Han Qingyue turned around and looked up at him. Seeing this man being so sentimental, she felt uncomfortable.

"Kiss." Han Qingyue's cell phone message alert sounded at an inopportune time.

It was a voice message from Zhou Chenyu. Han Qingyue clicked on it and set it to loud speaker: "Qingyue, how's the hot pot? Have you been good? Have you been causing any trouble?"

Hearing Zhou Chenyu's voice, Lu Siqing was neither angry nor annoyed. He took the phone, took a selfie with Han Qingyue in an intimate pose, and then sent the photo to Zhou Chenyu without waiting for Han Qingyue to react.

"Hey, why did you send this to him? He doesn't want to see us, he wants to see hot pot!" Han Qingyue was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"Assure your sovereignty. Tell him not to harass my future girlfriend just because of a dog." Lu Siqing said bluntly.

"You..." Han Qingyue was helpless. This man was sometimes as childish as a child.

Han Qingyue pushed Lu Siqing and walked down the rooftop together.

Zhou Chenyu also smiled when he received the photo sent by Lu Siqing. His love rival was really interesting! Did he think that a photo could stimulate him? Compared to him, this kid was still a little naive.

At the Lu family home in Beijing, Lu Wentao, his father, Gao Huifang, his mother, and Lu Sicheng sat at the table for dinner. Lu Siqing had been in Huangshan recently and rarely returned home, but Lu Sicheng went home almost every day to have dinner with his parents.

The dishes on the table were plentiful, but Gao Huifang had a sullen face. She took a few bites and then put down her bowl and chopsticks. She looked at Lu Sicheng and asked, "Sicheng, did you see your brother's girlfriend when you went to Huangshan that day?"

"As far as I know, she is not my brother's girlfriend. It's my brother who has a crush on her. But that girl is good, pretty, caring and capable. When I went to deliver something that day, she came over to thank me and we talked for a few words." Lu Sicheng was concentrating on eating steak and didn't notice the change in his mother's expression.

"Your brother is so good to her. He hasn't been home for many days because of her." Gao Huifang could not hide her resentment.

Lu Sicheng finally looked up. Seeing his mother's displeasure, he consoled her, "Mom, I think that girl is pretty good. Siqing said she took the initiative to apply to the government for resettlement of the disaster victims. She's been living and eating in the hotel these days, not only providing free accommodation to guests in the disaster area, but also psychological counseling. The hotel guests all like her very much."

"Oh, so your brother should accompany her and ignore me and your dad?" Gao Huifang was touched by her eldest son's words, but she was still very unhappy.

The son he had raised for more than 20 years was abducted by someone. Before he met Han Qingyue, Lu Siqing had never been away from home for so many days.

(End of this chapter)