Bo Xichen’s voice was gentle, but his words were as chilling as the depths of winter: "Settle the bill for Mr. Qin and his party, compensate them according to standard procedure, and see them out."
To put it bluntly, he was telling them to fuck off!
Hearing this, the Qin family was indignant.
Qin Siling’s face paled as she said, "Mr. Bo, this hotel is open to the public for business. Isn’t this inappropriate of you?"
"Yunding Hotel does not welcome guests of low character. Is this explanation acceptable?" Bo Xichen’s gaze fell upon her face, and Qin Siling shivered involuntarily. Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹~𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮~𝚗𝚎𝚝
Why had she ever thought Bo Xichen was a gentle person? No, he wasn’t. His warm, jade-like appearance was merely a façade; this man was absolutely the type who waited for an opportunity to strike, delivering a fatal blow with a single move!
Before she could say more, Shen Wanqing stepped forward, an innocent expression on her face, saying, "But we haven’t done anything wrong. Uncle Qin and Auntie were just having a little disagreement. It’s not a big deal, Professor Bo..."
Bo Xichen ignored her completely and continued instructing Manager Wang, "Keep Professor Gao’s room. Also, clear out the top-tier presidential suite for Ms. Wang."
Manager Wang understood immediately that Ms. Wang was a distinguished guest. He quickly stepped forward and said respectfully, "Ms. Wang, please follow me to the Presidential Suite on the 68th floor. Allow me to give you a brief introduction: there is only one suite on the 68th floor. It has hosted princesses from 32 countries and consorts from 18 countries... It is exceptionally high-class, and I am certain you will find your stay both comfortable and enjoyable."
Qin Siling and Shen Wanqing were stunned. A suite of that caliber, fit for princesses and consorts—just how luxurious must that room be? An entire floor for a single suite—was this a palace?
Yet, no matter how envious they were, Yunding Hotel’s security personnel mobilized and, that very night, ejected the Qin family from the premises.
This was a first for the Qin family, the reigning power in Qingcheng. Losing face was a minor concern; making a powerful enemy was the major issue.
Qin Han had sobered up somewhat by this point. He called Old Mr. Qin to report to his venerable father.
Back in Qingcheng, Old Mr. Qin trembled with rage, unleashing a torrent of abuse. Once he calmed down, his voice was stern as he said, "Qin Han, how old are you? To pick a fight with your wife at such a critical juncture and throw away a golden opportunity! How am I supposed to justify your actions?"
Qin Han, smoking a cigarette, said with a hint of helplessness, "I was just furious. I thought she was just making a small fuss, given her soft nature. How was I to know it would blow up ?"
Old Mr. Qin’s voice was cold. "You don’t even consider your surroundings when you fight with your wife!"
After another round of scolding, he asked about Shen Wanqing. Qin Han gave a brief account. Old Mr. Qin fell silent for a moment, then said softly, "Let Siyuan decide for himself. The girl isn’t bad, but she’s a bit too mediocre."
He sighed as he spoke.
Old Mr. Qin closed his eyes. He recalled Gu Anxi’s world-shaking talent, and the vast network Wang Keru now commanded... these things could bring boundless fortune to the Qin family!
His eyes snapped open, a sharp light glinting within them. "It seems I must personally make a trip to Beicheng."
Meanwhile, Qin Siling had no choice but to find alternative accommodation...
On the top floor of Yunding Hotel, Gu Anxi accompanied Wang Keru into the suite. After the manager provided a brief orientation and had fruit and a late-night snack delivered, he tactfully withdrew.
Wang Keru sat on the chaise longue, looking thoroughly disheveled and somewhat uneasy...
She covered her face and asked, "Anxi, do I look terrible ?"
Gu Anxi shook her head. "No, not at all."
She gently moved to Wang Keru’s side, carefully put an arm around her shoulders, and whispered, "Mom, did he hit you?"
(Looks like Miss Spider-Man is about to take action again... Hmm...)