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The security guard was momentarily distracted, and Song Pearl had already entered the door. She intended to charm her way past the guard with her alluring smile, and as expected, she managed to get in. Delighted, she clapped her hands in secret joy and tried to move forward, only to be grabbed.
"Hey, really, how can someone be so thick-skinned?" Two security guards rushed back and grabbed Song Pearl's arms, dragging her out.
"What kind of hotel is this? Is this how you treat your guests?" Song Pearl struggled fiercely.
The grip on her arms felt like iron claws, making her bones numb. After a hard struggle, Song Pearl finally broke free from the two guards. However, she exerted too much force and stumbled forward, colliding with someone.
"Ah!" Song Pearl covered her head and blinked; a sharply defined handsome face appeared amidst the swirling stars.
"Director!"
Out of habit from work, Song Pearl blurted out.
"I'll handle your issue and communicate with the client. Why did you come here yourself?" Qing Wenyu stepped aside, looking at the disheveled Song Pearl.
"Director, I didn't come to apologize..." Song Pearl lowered her head.
"Then did you come for a meal?" Qing Wenyu raised an eyebrow with a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth. "One month's salary is enough for just one meal!"
How condescending! Song Pearl clenched her fists tightly and forced a big smile, her eyebrows curving upward. "No, I want to find the owner of this hotel. Director, do you know the owner here?"
"What do you want with the owner? Are you looking for a job here?" Qing Wenyu looked at Song Pearl. "You haven't terminated your contract with Hongqing, so you can't just look for another job."
There was indeed a clause in the contract that restricted this; Qing Wenyu was too sharp. The security guards had also prevented her from entering earlier—her superpower had failed again.
Song Pearl sighed and looked directly into Qing Wenyu's eyes. " Director Qing, I want to find the manager of this restaurant to see if he would buy fish from our family. That's not illegal, right?"
"Buy fish from your family?" Qing Wenyu smirked slightly, revealing a friendly smile. "The owner won't buy fish from you; don't even think about it."
"Why not?"
"Because this hotel is part of a national chain with fixed supply channels... Also, there's no need for you to worry about selling your family's fish; it won't sell well."
Qing Wenyu straightened his shirt, which had been wrinkled by Song Pearl's bump, and was about to leave.
"What do you mean?" Song Pearl hurriedly stopped him. "Are you still trying to get at our Fish Pond?"
"Yes, so I will try my best to help you keep your job."
Qing Wenyu looked down at Song Pearl, who was a head shorter than him, and felt that her stubborn eyes were almost spitting fire, as if she wanted to burn holes in him.
"I don't care about your job!" Song Pearl bit her lip and slowly uttered a few words.
"That doesn't count; you have a contract." Qing Wenyu lightly raised his hand to push aside Song Pearl's body blocking his way and said softly, "This is a public place; many people are watching you!"
Song Pearl glanced around and indeed saw many people looking over. Taking advantage of her slightly flushed face, Qing Wenyu passed her and entered the hotel, leaving behind a glamorous silhouette separated from Song Pearl by a sheet of glass.
Feeling dejected, Song Pearl squatted down at the hotel entrance, covering her stomach.
"Hey, you can't just sit there; you're blocking the guests. Move away."
As soon as she squatted down, security came over to shoo her away.
Song Pearl stood up in confusion, tears welling in her eyes as she walked forward. What was wrong with her? Did Qing Wenyu's few words scare her into tears? Or was it his overwhelming confidence that struck her down?
"Miss, what's wrong? Why are you crying so sadly?"
A thin middle-aged man stopped beside Song Pearl and handed her a tissue.
Song Pearl lifted her red eyes to look at him. He was slightly taller than her, somewhat thin but very spirited. His black hair was mixed with white strands, and he wore glasses on his nose, looking refined and kind as he gazed at her affectionately.
That gaze must be one of kindness, like seeing a family member.
Song Shiting looked at her with the same kind of gaze—caring and affectionate. It was this kind of look that made her strive to repay his kindness; otherwise, she would feel indebted in her heart.
Song Pearl remembered this person, he is Mr. Wu.
“Mr. Wu? Wu Qiang!” An image flashed through Song Pearl's mind.
Wu Qiang took Song Zhenbao away, is this the same Wu Qiang?
“This hotel won’t let me in… they won’t accept my family's fish… my family's Fish Pond is about to be lost…” Song Pearl sniffled, speaking incoherently.
The kind gaze, the silent tolerance and protection, that was what Song Shiting had always given her. After Song Shiting fell ill, his gaze added a sense of weakness and helplessness. Song Pearl gradually learned to wrap her own weakness in a layer of strength, not wanting to add any burden to Song Shiting.
Today, she felt the same warmth in Wu Qiang's eyes; the grievances of more than half a year flowed out with her tears without any defense.
“Zhen…” Wu Qiang looked at the crying Song Pearl, momentarily dazed, “Don’t cry, it’s all my fault, it’s all my fault…”
“Zhen?” Seeing Wu Qiang's eyes also brimming with tears, Song Pearl suddenly became clear-headed; why was she crying so much in front of this stranger!
Her tears came easily and left just as quickly. She wiped her eyes with the already damp tissue and regained her blank expression.
“Uncle, you’ve got the wrong person, I’m not Zhen… Uncle, what’s wrong?” Just as Song Pearl was about to explain, she saw this uncle clutching his chest, his lips turning pale, and his hands trembling violently.
“Hey, taxi!” Song Pearl supported Wu Qiang and waved at a taxi parked nearby.
The taxi at the hotel entrance was the fastest; it quickly took the unconscious Wu Qiang and Song Pearl to the hospital.
“Hurry, please help!”
Song Pearl smiled slightly at the taxi driver; the driver stopped and enthusiastically helped carry Wu Qiang into the emergency room.
“Acute Myocardial Infarction, he was brought in just in time; if it were any later, he would have been beyond saving.” The doctor quickly made a diagnosis, “You need to go pay the hospitalization deposit immediately.” The doctor handed a form to Song Pearl.
“How much do I need to pay?” Song Pearl hurriedly asked; she didn’t have much money on her.
"Since there isn't much money, let's start with five thousand!" The doctor didn't even look up.
"I'm sorry, but the money is with the patient."
Without thinking too much, Song Pearl quickly pulled out her wallet from Wu Qiang's embrace. This big boss should have around four to five thousand, right?
After opening the wallet, Song Pearl was stunned; there were only four or five red bills inside, but several gold and silver cards.
"Please arrange for the rescue first; I will go pay immediately," Song Pearl said with her signature smile. No matter if it works or not, smiling is always better than crying.
"Alright, you hurry up. I'll take him to the emergency room right now."
Wu Qiang was pushed into the emergency room, and Song Pearl finally felt relieved. Holding the list, she didn't go to the payment window but instead stopped a young man who looked friendly in the lobby and borrowed his phone to make a call.
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