Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  She stood up and walked towards the door.

  Zhou Shuang looked up and her eyes followed Su Yue’s movements. She frowned in confusion. “What’s up with that little lass?”


  Xuxu took a thoughtful look at Su Yue before smiling at Zhou Shuang. “Let her rest.”


  Xuxu’s reaction seemed to startle Yan Rusheng. “Little Su Yue seems to be unhappy. Mother Wen, why aren’t you worried?”


  Xuxu glared at him. “Play your cards. Why do you have to talk so much?”


  Yan Rusheng shook his head. “I don’t want to play.”


  Who was she kidding? How could he play such a lame game? It was a boring three-player card game and furthermore, there were no bets involved.

  “Are you playing or not?” Xuxu asked, pointing at him and looking at him threateningly.

  Yan Rusheng frowned when he thought of his romantic plans for their stay in N City. He nodded reluctantly. “Yes, I am.”


  He stood up and took Su Yue’s place……

  Su Yue tucked her hands into her pockets. She looked downwards and walked towards her room unhappily.

  “Miss.”


  A man spoke from somewhere in front of her. He seemed to talk to her, so she looked up at him.

  A male attendant was pushing a cart of food and stopped in front of her door.

  The man was tall and he was wearing the hotel’s uniform. He was looking downwards, and he was wearing glasses. He held a bottle of wine in one hand and was pouring it into a wine glass.

  Su Yue pressed her lips into a thin line. She then coldly asked, “What do you want?”


  “Do you want a drink?” he asked after he finished filling the glass, his head still bowed.

  Su Yue was distracted. She replied rather rudely, “No.”


  “Alright, sorry for disturbing you.” He nodded politely and pushed the cart, preparing to leave.

  The man turned around when Su Yue reached her door.

  She leaned against the door frame and took out her room card, preparing to open the door.

  Ming Ansheng’s words floated into her mind. She pouted and snorted in her heart. Liar!

  The man suddenly sneezed loudly from in front of her.

  It caught her attention. She looked over and called rudely, “Mister.”


  He stopped and turned around when she called him, his head still bowed. “Miss, what can I do for you?”


  She replied, “Give me a bottle of wine and some chicken wings.”


  She opened her door and entered. She left the door open and the man followed her in.

  Su Yue went straight into the bedroom and the service attendant pushed the cart into the room. He stopped in the hallway and pulled off the cloth that covered the chicken wings. He took out a plate of golden, roasted chicken wings.

  He picked up the bottle of wine and walked over, placing it on the table.

  Then he picked up a wineglass.

  Su Yue checked her phone the moment she entered the room. She didn’t have any notifications from the moment she left the room—she was rather disappointed.

  She looked at the sofa area. The man bent over, arranging the utensils and plates of food.

  Su Yue opened her mouth in shock. She walked over and said, “I’m the only one eating. I don’t need two glasses and I don’t need so much food. I can’t finish them.”


  The attendant had filled two glasses with wine, which shimmered under the light.

  “Miss, it’s boring to drink alone, so let me drink with you,” he said, turning to look at her.