In the back of the Cullinan, Han Yue snuggled into Qi Sheng’s arms.
A cold smirk played on her lips as she gazed at Li Chengqian not far away.
’Does he really think there’s such a thing as a free lunch?’
’Marrying you was just a task from my master, nothing more.’
’Now that the task is complete, I naturally have to await my master’s next instructions.’
"You’re staying at the Niccolo?"
Qi Sheng hadn’t expected Han Yue to be so efficient.
In just a few hours, she had already registered her marriage with Li Chengqian.
"Yes, President Qi. I brought the room key. Why don’t you come over with me?"
Han Yue took the room key from her bag, her words sure to make Li Chengqian die of anger.
"Forget it. I’m not used to staying in such a small room."
Qi Sheng smiled and shook his head. He wasn’t that shameless.
Sleeping with another man’s wife in a room that man paid for.
’Do they really think I have no morals?’
"Your money doesn’t grow on trees either. Besides, you’ve already done what you came to do. And don’t you think this would be more exciting?"
Han Yue had no intention of just saying goodbye to Qi Sheng.
At the very least, she had to get some more spending money out of him first.
To Qi Sheng, a million was just a drop in the bucket.
He’d spent tens of millions on his women at Chanel alone.
His car was a Cullinan, and he was always accompanied by bodyguards and lawyers.
It wasn’t every day you ran into a top-tier heir like him.
"You have a point. We should be frugal when we can. We can’t let President Li’s goodwill go to waste."
Qi Sheng instructed Gu Feng directly, "Ah Feng, to the Niccolo Hotel."
"Right away, Boss."
Gu Feng changed their route and turned the car around.
Once they arrived at the hotel, Qi Sheng entered with Han Yue on his arm, chatting and laughing.
"Welco—"
The hotel greeter’s expression couldn’t help but turn strange when he saw Qi Sheng with his arm around Han Yue.
’Just a short while ago, Han Yue came in with another man, and they looked quite intimate then, too.’
’Pah, what a promiscuous woman.’
Han Yue, however, was quite used to such stares and simply continued toward the elevator with her arm linked through Qi Sheng’s.
As it happened, their path was blocked by a sullen Li Chengqian, who was sitting in the first-floor lobby.
When they had gotten the room earlier, Han Yue had offered to use her own ID.
When they were done, Han Yue had pocketed the room key herself.
Li Chengqian hadn’t paid it any mind, since they were about to get their marriage certificate anyway.
But when he returned to the hotel, he naturally couldn’t get into the room without a key card.
He asked the front desk for a new key card, but the room was registered to Han Yue, not him.
For the protection of their guests, the front desk naturally wouldn’t give Li Chengqian a new key card.
Even when he used the excuse of catching his wife with her lover, he still couldn’t get back into the room.
"Fuck! You have the nerve to come back to the hotel?"
Li Chengqian stormed over, but his anger faltered when he saw Qi Sheng’s faint, mocking smile.
Seeing the two bodyguards in black suits behind him, his imposing manner instantly deflated.
"Han Yue, you’re my wife now! Have some decency!"
She felt absolutely no fondness for this old man.
In the end, they were both just using each other.
’You were after my youth and beauty, and I was after your successful career.’
Now, she had found a bigger patron.
What was a mere Li Chengqian in comparison?
...
As the elevator doors closed, Li Chengqian shot an angry glare at the gawking onlookers.
"What are you looking at?"
A few of the girls were quite bold and, not the least bit intimidated, immediately started firing back.
"Tch. Too scared to act tough a minute ago. What a coward."
"Exactly. What a cringe guy. Too cheap to even pay a cent for the bride price. Serves him right for being cuckolded."
"That girl is so lucky, finding a lover that handsome."
"Not just happy, but *satisfied*. Trust me, I have experience. A man with a nose that straight and strong? He’s definitely got what it takes."
Li Chengqian’s anger grew with every word he overheard. He stormed over to the front desk.
He took out his ID and five red banknotes from his wallet.
"Get me another suite, right next door to that shameless couple. This is a 500-yuan tip."
"Of course, sir."
The receptionist smiled and discreetly pocketed the tip.
Although the hotel had a policy against disclosing guest information, an action that bent the rules like this was still no problem.
Once he had his own room, Li Chengqian could finally take the elevator to the 17th floor.
Outside the familiar room stood two bodyguards in black suits, vigilantly surveying their surroundings.

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