Chapter 25: I Always Like Big Things

"I"

Chen Yansen was stunned by her shout.

He then looked her up and down, seeing her shirt and pants covered in muddy water; recalling the puddle they had just passed, he instantly understood what had happened.

"Do you want me to wash it clean for you, or should I just pay you?"

Chen Yansen did not argue, asking bluntly.

"I... I'm not sure. What do you think should be done?"

Song Yuncheng's momentum suddenly stalled, and her tone softened; she hadn't expected that Chen Yansen, who had just been so hostile, would so quickly admit his fault and act as if he was at her mercy.

The brick in her hand loosened unconsciously and crashed to the ground with a 'clang'.

"Here's the deal: first, take off your dirty clothes and give them to me; I'll wash them and return them; second, I'll pay you three hundred yuan. Choose one."

Chen Yansen said this while looking straight at her.

Her outfit was very simple: a white T-shirt, jeans, and a pair of canvas shoes; judging by his experience, the whole ensemble was worth at most two hundred yuan, and the extra hundred was for cleaning fees.

It was his own fault to begin with; there was no need to bully her, especially since the girl was quite good-looking.

Her features were delicate, with a standard oval face, long eyelashes dewed with mist, a straight and elegant nose, and rosy lips; her upper body was half-soaked by rain, revealing a startling curve, at least a C-cup.

"I don't want the money."

Song Yuncheng shook her head, rejecting the second option.

Seeing Chen Yansen's good attitude, her anger subsided by more than half; her clothes were cheap bargains from a wholesale market, totaling less than one hundred yuan, so she naturally didn't want to accept Chen Yansen's three hundred yuan compensation.

"There's a hotel ahead; I'll book a room for you so you can change out of your wet clothes."

Chen Yansen thought for a moment, then pointed to the hotel nearby and said.

"N-no, no need."

Song Yuncheng waved her hands repeatedly; she didn't want to go to a hotel with two strangers.

"Unless you want to strip right here in front of me?"

Chen Yansen sighed helplessly, joked teasingly, then added, "Don't worry; we are both students of Xucheng Academy."

"Then, alright."

Hearing him say that, Song Yuncheng's worries vanished considerably; after thinking for a moment, she could only nod and agree.

The three were only forty or fifty meters from the hotel; Chen Yansen restarted the car and drove it to the hotel entrance.

Hearing the noise, the receptionist looked up and out, seeing two men and one woman walk in.

"Your most expensive room type; book three rooms for us."

Chen Yansen took out his wallet and said to the boss with great swagger.

He always believed in the life principle that 'money is for spending, never to deprive oneself'; just from him renting a luxury car, one could see a bit of that.

As for why he didn't buy a car?

Need I say more!

His entire assets totaled less than two hundred thousand; could a car bought with such little money be driven with pride?

"Uh, we only have one room left today; these past two days, new students are registering, so there are many student parents."

The boss was slightly stunned, then explained patiently.

"There's another hotel ahead."

Standing behind the two, Song Yuncheng lowered her head and reminded them softly.

"That one ahead? You definitely won't be used to staying there."

The boss first glanced at the Mercedes E300 at the door, then said with a confident smile.

There was indeed another hotel ahead, but its renovation was five or six years old; the rooms were broken, small, and dirty; poor students might make do, but these three driving a Mercedes would surely turn back.

"Is the remaining one a single room or a double room?"

Chen Yansen caught the meaning in the other's words, secretly cursed 'what bad luck', then asked.

"A double room, but I must say this upfront: this room can accommodate at most two people."

The boss squinted his eyes, his tone quite serious.

"I... I won't stay."

Song Yuncheng hurriedly explained, but she couldn't say she was just coming to change clothes; even though that was the truth, saying it outright would make it hard for people not to misunderstand.

"ID cards, two hundred yuan deposit; visitors must also register."

Seeing they had decided, the boss began processing the paperwork for the three.

Three minutes later.

The three walked up the stairs, two men and one woman, one after another.

Watching the two's backs, Song Yuncheng felt uneasy; suddenly she realized that although they claimed to be students of Xucheng University, she hadn't even seen their student IDs.

Moreover, which college student could afford a Mercedes?

In an instant, the thought of turning and fleeing sprang to her mind!

It felt as if taking one more step forward would plunge her into a bottomless abyss!

"Hey! What are you thinking? Oh, is the suitcase too heavy?"

Chen Yansen turned around, saw her standing there dazed, so he grabbed her suitcase and walked up the stairs with a 'clomp, clomp, clomp'.

"Give my suitcase back!"

Song Yuncheng panicked, gritted her teeth, and chased after him with an angry face.

"The suitcase isn't heavy, is it? Fine, fine, fine, here it is."

Seeing her look shocked and on the verge of tears, Chen Yansen's heart softened immediately, and he spoke gently.

Song Yuncheng snatched back her suitcase and stared straight at Chen Yansen, a hint of curiosity mixed with fear in her timid eyes.

"Take a good look. Do I look like a bad guy? Which cop-and-robber drama has a handsome devil like me?"

Chen Yansen laughed, speechless, and after speaking, leaned his face over again, intending to let the other person see clearly once and for all.

Song Yuncheng blinked, her gaze landing on Chen Yansen.

The other person's build was tall and straight, seemingly a few centimeters taller than the tallest boy in their class, with a clean, neat crop of short hair, brows shaped like a blade's edge, two bright and beautiful eyes, and a roguish, devil-may-care smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.

Just as he had said, he was indeed quite handsome, but he didn't look like a serious, proper person either.

"N-no, you don't look like a bad guy."

Song Yuncheng stumbled over her words, speaking against her conscience.

"Heh!"

Chen Yansen saw through her saying one thing and meaning another, gave a contemptuous snort, turned his head and stopped paying her any mind, walking toward the room.

Song Yuncheng hesitated for a dozen or so seconds, then in the end followed him up.

*Beep beep beep—*

Chen Yansen used the room card to open the door, and a half-transparent frosted glass panel immediately came into view—clearly the bathroom door.

"Here's the card. Change your clothes and come out. We'll wait for you at the door."

Chen Yansen shoved the card into the other person's hand, then beckoned Wang Zihao to head outside with him.

Before Song Yuncheng could react, the two of them had already pulled the door shut and walked out.

Song Yuncheng's head was a bit of a mess. In just a short ten-plus minutes, too many things had happened, leaving her a little overwhelmed.

This boy who laughed with a reckless, devil-may-care air probably wasn't a bad person.

Song Yuncheng gave a slight smile, then laid her suitcase flat, took out a set of clean clothes, and walked into the bathroom.

The damp clothes clung tight to her skin, making the whole body uncomfortable, and were especially hard to peel off. As the clothes on her body slowly decreased, fair and rosy skin was revealed.

Standing in front of the mirror, Song Yuncheng took a hasty glance, then lowered her head and ducked into the shower.

Chen Yansen, standing at the door, leaned against the wall, tapping away at his phone keyboard with a *tap-tap-tap*.

"Brother Sen, this girl is pretty good-looking. She's probably an upperclassman from our school."

Wang Zihao, who had been holding back a bellyful of words, nudged Chen Yansen's arm and said with a grin.

"Mm, probably."

Chen Yansen sent a reply to Meng Jie, then put down his phone and said to Wang Zihao: "Our school's location is admittedly a bit underwhelming, but the upside is the quality of the upperclasswomen and underclasswomen isn't bad—there's both the older type and the younger type. It just depends which kind you like."

"Brother Sen, you know me—I've always liked the older ones."

The secretly restless Wang Zihao, looking a touch bashful, replied in a cheeky, sleazy tone.

(End of chapter)