Chapter 515: Chapter 504: Who Exactly Got a Room with Zhan Nanqing?

Qiao Jing glanced indifferently at the few people and stared at them without saying a word.

Zhan Nanqing rolled her eyes dramatically.

“What’s the use of wasting words, let’s hurry and go!”

Young Master Xie quickly scrambled to his feet, taking everyone with him, and peace was restored to the area.

Qiao Jing suddenly noticed the man who had been beaten earlier, now silently squatting on the ground picking up the shards of glass.

She furrowed her brows but did not step forward to stop him.

She knew that the man’s job was a server at the Fuhuang Hotel, and if she went up to stop him, it would be interrupting his work.

Zhan Nanqing saw that the matter was already resolved, and she didn’t want to stay any longer. She intended to leave with Qiao Jing right away.

“Qiao Jing, let’s go. Everything has been handled, and there’s no use for us to stay. Some people are just naturally like this. We can help him once, but we can’t be there every time.”

Qiao Jing took a look at the man still squatting to clean up, didn’t say anything else, and prepared to leave with Zhan Nanqing.

They had only walked a few steps when a voice came from behind them.

“Wait!”

Qiao Jing stopped in her tracks, with a hint of surprise in her eyes, and turned to look at the speaker.

“What’s wrong?”

She originally thought this man was naturally reticent, the kind who would silently endure and never ask others for help when faced with these situations. Now that he was talking to her, she was quite surprised.

The man quickly walked up to the two women, seeming hesitant to make eye contact with Qiao Jing. He hesitated for a moment, then stammered out his words.

“Thank… Thank you… But will I get fired?”

The customer from earlier was a regular, and if he talked to the boss, this man was sure to be fired.

Yet he absolutely could not lose this job, otherwise he would be out one source of income.

Zhan Nanqing looked at the man with some disdain, and clicked her tongue.

“What’s your name? I’ll talk to the boss for you in a bit, okay?”

Without even thinking, she knew Qiao Jing would help this man.

After all, she knew the hotel owner, and a word from her would do.

The man scratched his head with an embarrassed look.

“I… My name is Chi Yuhang, sorry to bother you after you already helped me, and now have to do it again. I can explain. I really can’t lose this job; it’s very important to me.”

As he spoke, Chi Yuhang bowed to Qiao Jing.

“Thank you for saving me just now. May I be so bold as to ask your name?”

He had actually wanted to dodge at the time, but with so many people there, he would surely have been caught and beaten again had he fled.

So he decided not to run. It was just a hit from a bottle on his head causing some bleeding; he was used to it. To keep his job, he could only endure it and handle it himself when he got home.

But then, to his surprise, someone saved him, and it was a girl, two girls in fact.

What Qiao Jing saw in Chi Yuhang’s eyes was no longer numbness but gratitude, which prompted her to nod her head.

“Qiao Jing.”

As soon as she uttered these words, she realized she hadn’t used a fake voice.

Chi Yuhang paused for a moment when he heard her, taking a few seconds before responding to Qiao Jing.

“Okay, Miss Qiao, thank you very much!”

He wasn’t concerned about the gender of the person who saved him; he just knew they were good people.

Zhan Nanqing, with her arm looped through Qiao Jing’s, led them towards the private rooms while complaining:

“Qiao Jing, why do we meddle so much? He’s such a wimp for a grown man… Really…”

Qiao Jing didn’t speak and accompanied Zhan Nanqing back to the private room.

Both of them sat down in their original spots, and Zhan Nanqing, seeing a few bottles of undrunk liquor on the table, reached for them and finished them off.

What followed was Zhan Nanqing playing drinking games with others, and Qiao Jing kept her company for a while.

Not long afterwards, Qiao Jing suddenly felt a wave of sleepiness assail her, her eyelids growing progressively heavier.

She took out her phone to check the time, only to find it was just nine o’clock.

Qiao Jing glanced at Zhan Nanqing, who was still drinking merrily beside her, hesitated for a moment, but decided to go upstairs and rest a while.

“I’m going to go upstairs and rest for a bit, I’m a bit sleepy, call me later, and I’ll come down to pick you up.”

Ever since she got pregnant, she found herself tending toward sleepiness, and her bedtime seemed to come earlier and earlier.

If she continued to stay like this, she might just fall asleep on the sofa.

Zhan Nanqing nodded, got up to walk Qiao Jing to the door but was stopped.

Qiao Jing glanced at the other people in the room who hadn’t left yet and lowered her voice.

“No need to see me off, I can go up by myself.”

She was supposed to be Zhan Nanqing’s “boyfriend”; it wouldn’t make sense for a boyfriend to have his girlfriend escort him, now would it?

Zhan Nanqing nodded, and only after receiving a message that Qiao Jing had safely returned to her room did she begin to drink freely.

By the time Qiao Jing got back to her room, she was so drowsy she couldn’t help it. She took off her jacket, placed her phone on the nightstand, and immediately lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

It wasn’t until ten o’clock that the door to the room was opened again.

Zhan Nanqing sniffed her jacket and, finding it reeked of alcohol, threw it disdainfully onto the sofa, where it landed on top of the men’s jacket Qiao Jing had worn that day.

By this point, she was very drunk, her mind in a haze, staggering to the side of the bed.

Just then, Qiao Jing’s phone on the nightstand chimed.

Zhan Nanqing picked up Qiao Jing’s phone, squinting at the screen for a while, unable to make sense of it, only knowing a WeChat message had come through.

She casually fiddled with it, setting the phone to silent mode before placing it back on the nightstand while muttering,

“Not even on silent while sleeping…”

After saying this, Zhan Nanqing lifted the covers and lay down beside Qiao Jing.

On the other side, Zhan Qipei, alone in his room, couldn’t hold back anymore. He sent several messages to Qiao Jing but got no reply.

He also made several calls to Qiao Jing, all of which went unanswered.

Zhan Qipei remembered what Qiao Jing had told him, that she was out playing with Zhan Nanqing today.

He switched to the chat with Zhan Nanqing, and messages sent there met the same fate, sinking like stones in the sea, no one answering his calls either.

Zhan Qipei knitted his brows, grabbed the car key on the table, and strode outside, meanwhile sending his people to Fuhuang Hotel to check for clues.

Inside the Fuhuang Hotel lobby.

Zhan Qipei took the phone and room card handed to him by the receptionist, the phone screen showing surveillance footage of Zhan Nanqing’s room’s corridor.

At 9:05 p.m., a man entered the room.

At ten o’clock, an intoxicated figure of Zhan Nanqing appeared on the surveillance video, also entering the room.

After watching the two clips, Zhan Qipei’s brows were tightly furrowed.

Where was Qiao Jing?

Wasn’t it Qiao Jing who went out to have fun with his sister today?

Who was this man in the surveillance footage who went straight to a hotel room with his sister?

Most importantly, this man had gone back to the room just after nine o’clock, leaving his sister to drink herself into a stupor and return alone?