Face Slapping The Slag Gong System

Chapter 1.3: Seven-year Itch

 

Qin Mu arrived at the hotel ahead of time, knocking on the door of Room 201. He was highly anticipating that gigolo that had cost him 3 thousand for a single night.

Creak. A soft sound from the door was heard followed by its opening. The first sight that he saw was a pair of fair and slender legs. As his gaze slowly moved up, it skipped over the snow white bathrobe to the slim and enchanting clavicle. 

The man's gaze finally stopped at the handsome and elegant youth's face. Despite the other's hair still being wet and slightly messy, under a full and fair forehead, one could see two thick eyebrows, clear and graceful, a straight nose, full lips gleaming red and moistly. 

Coming out of the bathroom, the pair of gold spectacles hanging from the young man's nose bridge had a layer of hazy mist, giving him an aura of abstinence. Such a stunner.

Qin Mu felt that he definitely had not lost any profits. This view, much less three thousand, even if it was ten times the price, people would still scrabble to pay for it. He even felt that the gigolo had set the price too low. As the man was admiring his view of the adolescent, Gu Qin was also sizing up Qin Mu. 

With the hotel corridor's warm light shining upon him,  the handsome appearance of the stranger in front of him looked especially dishonest. He secretly thought that the man had most likely has walked to the wrong room.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, Qin Mu started saying first: "Aren't you going to invite me in?" Gu Qin's eyes which were covered by his glasses flashed. This man was way too casual, after seeing him he still would raise such a request.

Therefore, he thinned his lips, coldly saying, "Who are you? I don't recogni- "Before he completed his words, the man had already entered quickly. Gu Qin immediately scowled: "Go out." 

Qin Mu ignored his rebuff, reaching out his fingertips to hook on the adolescent's chin. The other nimbly dodged, evading his rash movements. Qin Mu, observing this situation, wasn't happy, "Go what out? Is this how you treat your customers?"

". . ." Seeing the silent youth, Qin Mu smiled again, "Shower? You or me first?" ". . ." 

"Or-" Pausing, Qin Mu cocked an eyebrow, ambiguously winking," Together?"

Gu Qin finally understood, this man not only recognized the wrong person, but he also treated him as a pimp. The mist on the lenses clearing, he shut his eyes. Qin Mu perceived clear contempt and disgust from that pair of elegant phoenix eyes.

Qin Mu finally realised he had recognised the wrong person. "Is this not 201?"

Gu Qin: ". . . This is 207."

In order to add to the atmosphere, the hotel corridor's lights were deliberately dimmed, Qin Mu also has slight night blindness, he didn't think he would actually make such a mistake. However, since his skin is thick, his face didn't show any sign of awkwardness. He only smilingly exited out of the door, "Sorry to disturb you."

Turning away, his phone coincidentally rang, Qin Mu bent his head to look at the screen, it was Qi Zicong calling. Answering the call, he has yet  to say anything when Qi Zicong's slightly fearful voice penetrated his eardrums: "Hey, Qin Mu, I've already arrived at the hotel, but I've realised Hanyu is following me, what do I do?"

Qin Mu's eyebrows furrowed, "Didn't I call you to tell you to arrive at 8?" Qi Zicong panicked, his voice containing some grievances, "I wanted to give you a surprise." 

Inhaling deeply, Qin Mu melted back into a tender lover, warmly asking: "Where are you now?" Qi Zicong: "I'm at your door."

Qin Mu thought: Qi Zicong should be at the door of 201. Making a prompt decision, he told Qi Zicong who was still on the phone, "Then just come find me at 207. See if you can throw off Su Hanyu, if it's really not possible we'll directly confront him." Just delay the time.

"Eh, isn't it 201?" Qi Zicong's voice was doubtful. "You've heard wrong, I told you 207." Qin Mu became patient, comforting him, "Be good, listen to me, I'm at Room 207 waiting for you." 

Finished, he unhesitatingly cut the line. Turning around, the adolescent behind him was indifferently looking at him, "What do you want to do?" 

The young man's calm actions were very unexpected. If the other had interrogated him during his call, Qi Zicong would definitely have had doubts. 

However, because the adolescent missed that opportunity to speak,  he was given a chance. Qin Mu loosened his tie, the corner of his mouth hooking, careless laughing: "Making the best of it." "What?" Qin Mu didn't say anything, directly using his actions to tell him what he meant.