Chapter 66: This Woman Has Problems

Today, some taxi drivers in Hangcheng are acting strangely.

One after another they shout that they won't pick up passengers today, as if giving themselves a day off?

Of course, they're not really taking a full day off.

When they encounter wealthy, generous passengers who are willing to pay extra.

Even if it's just an extra five or ten yuan, they'll still take the ride.

They don't want to, they really don't, but… others are adding money!

…

After Shen Manni and her party finished questioning that brother,

they immediately called Han Fei.

"Han Team, we found that brother; it's similar to one of our earlier guesses. Xu Mo gave that brother two hundred yuan, letting him run an empty car to West Lake. What's the situation on your side?"

"My side…," Han Fei mused. "My side isn't doing well; Xu Mo is deliberately toying with us. From the surveillance footage, dozens of taxis left during that period."

Shen Manni fell silent.

Xu Mo's actions were only one step faster than theirs.

Yet that single step allowed Xu Mo to toss a bunch of Smoke Bombs at the Investigation Team.

Immediately after, Han Fei voiced the next plan.

"Checking one taxi at a time is too troublesome. I'm going to contact the Taxi Company, have them help inquire and see if we can find any clues. You should come too; let's meet at the Taxi Company."

"Alright, we'll head over right now."

…

But just as the Investigation Team members were preparing to seek help from the Taxi Company,

Xu Mo had already left the airport by car for quite some time.

To prevent the Investigation Team from locating that taxi,

and to set a search radius around his own drop‑off point.

After Xu Mo entered the city, he got off the car.

Carrying Yang Jingxuan, he walked a long distance.

Finding lodging is an immediate problem that must be solved.

But this time, he didn't choose to randomly ask a passerby to help book a hotel room.

Instead, he planned to find a homestay.

Homestays differ from hotels.

Hotel identity registration is very strict, whereas homestays are the opposite.

In fact, some private, slightly lower‑grade homestays can process check‑in without online identity registration.

As long as you have money, everything is negotiable.

Xu Mo quickly found a homestay with lax identity registration controls.

The owner is a middle‑aged woman, a chatterbox.

Seeing guests arrive, she warmly said,

"Two of you, need lodging?"

"Hmm," Xu Mo smiled at the homestay owner and said, "One standard room."

The owner looked at Xu Mo and the Yang Jingxuan beside him with surprise.

A man and a woman, both coming to book a room, and they want a standard room?

But soon, the owner's face showed a "I understand" expression.

She seemed to read something from Xu Mo's smile.

A hint to me?

He says he wants a standard room, but actually wants a double‑bed room.

If the guess is correct.

The young man in front probably also wants a themed room…

One could say this owner also has an adult's charm.

She immediately, though showing a reluctant expression, said:

"Standard room? That's a bit inconvenient; the last standard room was just booked a few minutes ago. How about a double‑bed? The double‑bed is only a hundred yuan more than the standard room."

The owner's words were concise and to the point.

The meaning is also very clear.

"Young man, this is as far as I can help you; the rest depends on whether you can handle it yourself!"

As for the owner's claim that the double‑bed costs an extra hundred yuan, that's just a pure gratuity.

Having helped so much, is it a problem to give a gratuity…?

No problem.

When Yang Jingxuan heard this, her face instantly flushed, and she quickly waved her hands to explain: "No, no, auntie, you misunderstood. We're not a couple; we don't need a double‑bed. Do you really have no standard rooms left?"

At this moment, Yang Jingxuan even considered whether to switch to another homestay.

Homestays generally don't have suites; after all, they're not star‑rated hotels.

She can tolerate staying in a standard room.

But if there's no standard room, what can she stay in?

She can't let herself get stuck just for recording a program, right?

Xu Mo gave no further explanation, merely scratching his head and looking at the owner.

"Boss, just book a shared room, two beds are more convenient; if one bed gets dirty we can sleep on the other… If you really can't book a shared room, could you think of a way for me? I'll pay extra."

The boss clearly froze for a moment.

What a good fellow, this youngster knows how to play!

So that's how you use a shared room…?

But she was too lazy to bother with it; whatever room she books doesn't matter.

Either way, she's making money regardless.

Besides, they're even paying extra.

"I just remembered there's still a shared room upstairs, 150 per night, 200 deposit, here's the room card, third floor, room 306."

Xu Mo took five red bills from his wallet and handed them to the boss.

He smoothly took the room card and said, "Thank you, boss."

"You're welcome. If you need anything, just say. Downstairs has everything—snacks, drinks… and toys."

"Alright, if I need anything I'll go down and buy it."

After speaking, Xu Mo grabbed the bewildered Yang Jingxuan and walked up the stairs.

This guesthouse has no elevator, and its conditions can't compare to better guesthouses, let alone star‑rated hotels.

But it's not unacceptable.

After all, you can check in without an ID.

If you don't need an ID, what else do you need a bicycle for?

At this moment, Yang Jingxuan's little mind was filled with huge confusion.

"What does 'if one bed gets dirty you can sleep on the other' mean?"

Xu Mo: "…"

Yang Jingxuan didn't understand.

But the Water Friends in the Live Broadcast Room understood.

"Damn, this Xu Mo… a pro!"

"I fucking just instantly got it, do I still have any hope, brothers?"

"This isn't a bus to kindergarten, I'm getting off!!"

"Take everyone here away! Yes, including me!"

…

"Tap tap tap…"

As Xu Mo went upstairs, a sound of high heels striking the floor came from above the stairs.

Looking up, a young woman in a bodycon dress and black stockings was descending the stairs with elegant steps.

She was a very beautiful woman, with delicate features and a fair complexion.

At first glance, she seemed wildly out of place with this modest guesthouse.

Anyone would think such a woman belongs in a five‑star hotel, not renting a place like this.

It is worth noting that the woman's gaze wandered back and forth between Xu Mo and Yang Jingxuan.

After a glance at Xu Mo, she instantly shifted her attention to Yang Jingxuan.

At this moment, Yang Jingxuan was decked out in designer brands.

Necklace, bracelet, bag, clothes, shoes.

That whole ensemble, unless it's worth a hundred‑to‑two hundred thousand, I'm afraid it wouldn't come down.

The woman's mouth curved slightly, a hint of a smile appearing on her face, but it vanished in an instant.

An ordinary person would probably never notice that fleeting smile on the woman's face.

But for Xu Mo, whose brain activity had increased by two points,

that subtle expression was easy to catch.

The next second, the woman descending the stairs missed a step and fell into Xu Mo's arms.

She smelled sweet, and holding her felt very comfortable.

But Xu Mo had no mind to enjoy it, because he realized the woman had deliberately fallen, deliberately into his arms.

This woman is problematic!