Liu Chan changed her clothes into light blue jeans that had been washed to a shade of white.

She wore a high-waisted denim vest over a plain white shirt and a pair of thick-soled sneakers.

This outfit was clearly what Liu Chan wore at school.

It was youthful and vibrant, but not very high-class.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Liu Chan gave a shy smile.

"Yalan International is too high-profile, many of my classmates could only dream of coming here," she said.

"If they knew I had entered Yalan International, it would make them feel uncomfortable."

With that, she extended a little finger to Yang Fei for a pinky promise.

"Let's get this straight first, Big Brother Yang, you have to keep this a secret for me."

"Don't ever mention that I work at Yalan International, let alone that I'm Sister Yinxue's secretary."

"Hmm, let's take this car into the underground parking lot later, so they won't see it," she added.

As she spoke, she also casually took off the teardrop-shaped jade necklace from her ear and stuffed it into her pocket.

That teardrop-shaped jade necklace was the only luxury item Liu Chan wore.

It wasn't particularly expensive, just around forty to fifty thousand yuan.

But for a student, it was already considered a very expensive piece of jewelry.

Yang Fei held Liu Chan's soft and tender little finger, secretly praising the girl's sensibility and cleverness.

Girls as low-key as her, always considering others, were rare in this restless, materialistic society.

After Liu Chan finished speaking, she suddenly realized Yang Fei was staring at her.

Her heart skipped a beat, and even the roots of her fair ears turned red.

Seeing Liu Chan's bashful manner, Yang Fei laughed heartily and turned his head away.

"Liu Chan, it's good that you think this way. I won't praise you to prevent you from becoming arrogant."

Liu Chan laughed softly.

"I wouldn't do that. If Big Brother Yang praises me, I'd be even happier."

The two of them chatted all the way to their destination.

Liu Chan's driving was not very good; it took half an hour to arrive at the Jinmao Hot Spring Hotel.

Liu Chan drove the car into the underground parking lot of the Jinmao Hotel.

She pulled Yang Fei along, and the two of them sneaked into the elevator to the lobby.

The decoration of Jinmao Hot Spring Hotel was indeed incredibly luxurious.

The ceiling was made of crystal glass, reflecting the dazzling light from the twelve lotus chandeliers.

The floor was also made of crystal glass tiles, with each tile featuring gold lights beneath them.

The lights made the entire lobby shimmer with gold and glittering splendor.

In front of the reception desk sat two service Misses.

Both faces bore professional smiles that seemed sweet but emotionless.

Yang Fei keenly noticed.

The faces of these two service Misses.

Originally wore professional smiles, but upon spotting Yang Fei and Liu Chan, their smiles faded.

In their eyes, a hint of disdain appeared.

These reception desk service workers met countless people every day, and their eyes were sharper than awls.

Liu Chan's attire was refreshing.

But these cheap clothes were visibly inexpensive at a glance.

And Yang Fei was even more exaggerated, wearing a full Camouflage Suit.

At first look, he seemed like a hotel security guard, and not even one from a high-class hotel.

Security guards at a Star Level establishment like Jinmao Hot Spring Hotel.

Would all be properly dressed in crisp suits with ties.

How could such a pair be guests at a five-star hotel?

According to the experience of the two reception desk Misses.

These two were probably there to wander around and take advantage of the free restrooms.

But what surprised them.

Was that Liu Chan actually took Yang Fei by the hand and went to the reception desk to inquire.

"Excuse me, how do I get to VIP Room 141?"

Both reception desk Misses were taken aback at the same time.

VIP Room 141 was the most expensive independent room in the Jinmao Hotel.

The room included facilities for entertainment, leisure, card games, hot springs, and more.

It was often used for parties, banquets, business negotiations, and other purposes, and the cost was extremely high.

How could two such shabby-looking individuals be going to the Diamond VIP Room 141?

Yang Fei squinted his eyes, feeling a bit annoyed.

Liu Chan looked at the two hotel receptionists, her mouth agape.

"What, did I give the wrong room number?"

One of the round-faced receptionists suddenly snapped to attention.

She immediately began to warmly describe the room's location and floor to Liu Chan.

The receptionist even made a phone call, summoning a security guard.

She instructed the security guard to lead Liu Chan and Yang Fei to their destination.

Watching the departing figures of Yang Fei and Liu Chan, the other hotel receptionist was very puzzled.

"Just telling them the room number would have sufficed, why go through all this trouble?"

The round-faced receptionist raised her index finger to her lips, shushing her colleague with a face full of after-fear.

"We almost had a huge problem. Do you know who booked the 141 Diamond VIP Room?"

Seeing her colleague's cautious demeanor,

The other hotel receptionist felt her heart start to race.

"What kind of big-shot?"

The round-faced receptionist patted her chest with a look of relief.

"It's Young Master Wu, the chairman's son."

"I heard that Young Master Wu, after completing his internship, specially booked the 141 room to host some internship party."

"The two people just now are most likely Young Master Wu's classmates, and we almost caused a disaster."

Hearing this, the other receptionist was also astounded.

"I heard that after graduation, the chairman is going to hand over the hotel management to him."

"If we offended Young Master Wu, we might lose our jobs. It was lucky you were quick-witted."

The two receptionists whispered covertly behind Yang Fei, keeping their voices very low.

However, Yang Fei, with hearing far beyond the average person, overheard every word of their conversation, clear as day.

He couldn't help but laugh silently to himself.

The security guard led Yang Fei and Liu Chan to VIP Room 141 and then withdrew.

Room 141, though referred to as a room, was actually a splendidly decorated hall.

The wide glass doors were ajar.

Just as Yang Fei and Liu Chan were about to enter, a wave of roaring laughter emanated from inside.

An irritating voice, grating as a male duck's, could be heard.

"Liu Chan is definitely going to be late, she has to help her crippled mom clean the streets first before she can come."

Upon hearing this, Liu Chan stiffened, standing motionless at the door.

Her face showed an expression of profound hurt and anger.

"Ah well, you can't blame Liu Chan, it's all fate."

"After her dad's company went bankrupt, and her mom became disabled. It's a pity for such a beauty!"

"I heard that Liu Chan even worked a job during the holiday, as a waitress in some small hotel."

"Heh, waitress? Wasn't it the kind that 'services' men?"

...

Amidst the laughter filling the hall, someone pressed on.

"How much is the price, per service?"

"Let's all chip in and support her business someday. I'll sign up first."

"Me too, you fatso, don't you dare compete with me."

...

A barrage of filthy language struck them head on.

Liu Chan clenched her fists tightly, her pretty melon-seed face flushing bright red.

She could never have dreamed

That her classmates would speak about her so indecently behind her back.

Those words, like poisoned arrows, pierced her heart.

Yang Fei frowned slightly; he had not expected Liu Chan's classmates to be of such low caliber.

Just then, from within the hall, a robust and refined voice spoke up.

"Shut up, we're all classmates. It wouldn't be nice for Liu Chan to hear this."

Immediately after, a coy voice also carried through.

"Exactly, Liu Chan isn't as filthy as you all describe her."

"She may have been taken advantage of by some guests while working at the hotel, but it's not as disgusting as you say."

"Honestly, spare us. If it weren't for Liu Chan, would Young Master Wu have invited us all here for a gathering?"

"Young Master Wu sure has poor taste, that Liu Chan has neither the chest nor the booty, what's so exciting about her."

...

At this point, Liu Chan's tears finally fell, like pearls slipping off a broken string.

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