Chapter 511: How Did We End Up Booking a Double Bed Room?

The morning of July 21st, the plane landed in Shanghai amidst a dreary drizzle, as if a water curtain hung above the distant sky.

This city, known as a new window to reform and opening up, had clearly entered the rainy season, making air so humid that a pair of washed briefs couldn’t dry for three days.

Xu Kaixuan and Dai Zhitao came to pick up at the airport and drove them to a hotel in Nanshan. During the drive, they reported on work and chatted about life, often complaining about the weather here.

Feng Nanshu, wearing the badge of boss lady tagged “208,” sat coldly in the backseat, the epitome of coolness throughout.

Her expression only pondered when Xu Kaixuan joked about not being able to dry his briefs for three days.

Twenty minutes later, the car reached the hotel. Jiang Qin checked his phone for the itinerary Wen Jinrui had sent and recited the discount code for the hotel booking.

Although group buying had squeezed LaShou and Nuomi out of the Shanghai market, discount coupons were still usable as they relate to a group buying site’s reputation.

If your company’s coupons frequently fail to work, even if you manage a comeback one day, local consumers won’t accept you again because they’ll worry you might leave the market once more.

“Dear LaShou user, we’ve confirmed your reservation for a luxurious double room.”

“？”

After the front desk lady said this, she doubted herself, thinking she’d read it wrong, and looked down at the screen again: “Uh, yes, luxurious… double bed.”

Jiang Qin, somewhat baffled, looked at her: “Wasn’t it supposed to be two separate rooms?”

“It’s two beds. I personally confirmed this over the phone. It was a lady who made the reservation. Please, both of you, provide your IDs.”

“What exactly is Wen Jinrui playing at?”

Jiang Qin muttered, but since Xu Kaixuan and Dai Zhitao were also nearby, he said no more.

By then, Feng Nanshu had already politely presented her ID to the front desk lady.

After finishing the check-in, Xu Kaixuan and Dai Zhitao left, as it would have been inappropriate for them to stay since the boss lady was also there.

After they returned to their room, Jiang Qin squinted and called his secretary to ask how she managed to book a double bed room instead of two separate rooms.

Inside the group buying company, there was always a proactive and positive atmosphere. Even street promoters voluntarily went to night schools to further their education let alone the boss’s personal secretary.

Therefore, Wen Jinrui was also eager to improve.

The boss, a man of tough words, played around with pure friendship with his wife as if it was some special XP.

But everyone in “208” knew, although the boss lady seemed cold and proudly beautiful, she was actually very clingy to her husband.

So, caught between “two separate rooms” and “a room with a large bed,” the secretary pondered deeply and ingeniously chose “double room” for them, playing it so no sides were offended.

Double rooms were interesting: separate yet undisturbed. Each could enjoy their own bed in bliss.

But when pushed together, they’re even bigger than a king-sized bed. Do whatever you wish!

Sitting, standing, lying, or kneeling, expand friendship anytime and make the trip extraordinarily delightful. Refuse no possibilities!

After hearing her explanation, Jiang Qin opened his mouth wide, thinking, Jinrui, you really are eager to improve.

To have her as a secretary feels like underutilizing her talent. Maybe I should transfer you to Linchuan Business Group to handle hotel operations.

How does my team manage to have such cunning talents?

However…

Jiang Qin hung up, a thought crossing his mind.

As long as everyone’s intentions are pure, friendship need not adhere to any particular form, right?

Just like him and the little rich girl, their hearts pure as tofu with green onions. So, even kissing doesn’t spoil their friendship. This is what’s meant by ‘judging the heart, not the actions’.

Goddammit, Jiang Qin convinced himself to accept the arrangement with the double bed.

Actually, he had previously shared a room with the little rich girl the first time they went to Shanghai to scout the market. They remained good friends, unchanged.

Stable.

Pocketing his phone, Jiang Qin returned to the room only to find the little rich girl had kicked off her shoes, revealing tender feet wrapped in translucent lace socks, her cute toes plump and pink.

Today she was surprisingly well-behaved, the epitome of a demure lady, sitting perfectly upright without trying to sneak into her friend’s arms.

Thus, the atmosphere unexpectedly turned romantic.

What Jiang Qin really didn’t know was that although Feng Nanshu appeared cool, she really wanted to snuggle up to him. But earlier, someone said Shanghai saw no sun, and the tiger briefs hadn’t dried for three days.

She feared her good friend would discover that each time they hugged, she… peed her pants.

Jiang Qin didn’t expect such a romantically pure setting would be more than he could handle as both harbored their little secrets, leading to wild thoughts.

At such times, humans realize that even the control over their own minds isn’t entirely theirs sometimes.

He looked at the little rich girl, who was also looking at him, their eyes locked, each appearing sillier than the other.

“Brother, I want to watch TV.”

“Alright, let’s switch to the TV and distract our intensely warm friendship!”

“？”

Jiang Qin grabbed the remote and quickly switched on the TV.

TVs of this era didn’t have unskippable startup ads lasting over a hundred seconds, no VIP purchase prompts, nor did they require additional payments even after buying a membership.

Being non-smart, you just watched whatever they broadcasted.

During summer breaks, it was often the Four Great Classical Novels dominating the airwaves.

Jiang Qin flipped through channels and finally settled on Princess Pearl.

There were no direct flights from Jeju to Shanghai; they had a layover in a provincial capital, which, combined with the journey’s fatigue and the rhythmic sound of rain outside, was more lulling than a lullaby.

Jiang Qin didn’t watch long before his eyes began to droop, and he drifted into a nap.

Princess Pearl really wasn’t interesting; many have ruined their brains watching such stuff…

Feng Nanshu was now lying on the bed, watching as Consort Yu administered acupuncture to Ziwei and Xiaoyanzi, looking utterly serious. But she soon realized her brother had closed his eyes.

“…”

“I’m now a big dummy.”

Stealthily, Feng Nanshu lifted her smooth, fair feet and swayed them close to his face, testing if he was genuinely asleep.

Seeing no reaction from Jiang Qin, the little rich girl couldn’t help but bury her head in the pillow, turning her face quietly to watch him, her bright eyes twinkling.

Just as she was almost dumbfounded by her brother’s handsome sleeping face, something suddenly flicked in the corner of her eye, capturing her attention.

On closer inspection, it seemed to be the spare phone her brother had hidden and wouldn’t share.

Feng Nanshu was momentarily stunned, and lightly stepped on the phone to keep it down.

Then lift, step, lift, step—she kept at it, driven by a competitive spirit.

After a while, Jiang Qin opened his eyes, his expression blank, as if violated.

“Feng Nanshu, I have a feeling your little bottom is in trouble again.”

“Brother, it started it.”

Jiang Qin patted her head lightly, making her yelp, and then, somewhat aggrieved, she pouted, “I’m not lying this time; it started it.”

“You’re outrageously brave! Do you want to see my real family heirloom?”

“It started it.”

“No, impossible. This time I’m on professional mode!”

Feng Nanshu couldn’t understand what he was talking about, clutching her tummy and softly saying, “Brother, when are we eating? I’m hungry…”

Her eyes clear, cheeks puffed, she looked so pitifully famished that Jiang Qin didn’t have the heart to spank her.

“Shanghai does have some delicacies. I’ll take you out for a big dinner tonight. But once we get to Hangzhou, haha, you might as well brace yourself for instant noodles.”

The rain in Shanghai stopped by the afternoon. Jiang Qin took Feng Nanshu out for lunch and they strolled around the shopping district, even grabbing a drink from Xitian.

If the little rich girl hadn’t accompanied him, this trip might have been purely business, as Shanghai was all too familiar to Jiang Qin; he had spent countless seasons here in his past life and had lost all novelty.

But revisiting old spots with Feng Nanshu made it feel like a triumphant return to his homeland.

Back then, standing on the streets looking at distant high-rises, all he felt was post-work exhaustion and aimlessness. But now, his heart was filled with peace and joy.

The Shanghai branch of the group buying company had even sent a driver, bringing along a Canon Rebel.

Inspired, Jiang Qin took Feng Nanshu to places they had lived and struggled through, snapping many photos, almost as if saying goodbye—using the little rich girl, who represented all his beautiful memories, to overlay his old past.

“This camera is really good. True to a professional machine—the details, the colors, the sense of picture and depth. Everything looks great no matter how you shoot.”

“Then… if I shot Yanzi, wouldn’t it be…?”

Jiang Qin handed the camera to the little rich girl, asking her to take a photo.

As he eagerly clicked to preview, his smile tightened slightly, his lips stiff, his expression a bit forced.

In person, he was still handsome. But this mere Canon was nothing special.

Feng Nanshu leaned closer, her chin resting on Jiang Qin’s camera-holding arm as she looked: “Wow, so handsome.”

“Really?”

“I want to use it as my wallpaper.”

Jiang Qin glanced at her: “You really see beauty everywhere when it’s your good friend.”

Feng Nanshu looked up at him: “Jiang Qin, I’m loaded with good friend mode.”

“You really know how to turn a phrase…”