Chapter 170

C170 – Passing

“Certainly, please wait a moment, Third Young Madame,” Lin Shuangxia acknowledged and hauled her luggage into the hotel.

“Is this where Miss Xiaojie used to live?” Shang Mingming gazed at the hotel in front of them with his large, round eyes and inquired, then tilted his head and remarked, “Is this really Miss Xiaojie’s home? There are so many people coming and going.”

“Silly child, how could this be Miss Xiaojie’s home? This is a hotel.”

Shang Cijie chuckled at his adorable innocence, ruffled his hair, and planted a kiss on it.

“Then why didn’t Miss Xiaojie go home? Didn’t you want to take me home?” Shang Mingming didn’t understand, so he continued to inquire.

Go home? Shang Cijie found that notion bitterly ironic, for he no longer knew if he had a home.Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

However, Shang Mingming was just a child, and the truth couldn’t be shared with him. So, Shang Cijie quipped, “Miss Xiaojie has two homes. Which one does Mingming want to return to?” It was a smile tinged with bitterness as they entered the hotel.

Unaware of the situation, Shang Mingming raised his small hand high and declared, “Mingming is going back to Mr. Mu Sifa the Bastard’s house.”

When he used the term “bastard,” Shang Mingming seemed quite delighted. He probably didn’t grasp the meaning of the word as an insult, maybe he’d heard Shang Cijie say it often.

Shang Cijie abruptly halted in his tracks. His expression revealed his shock at Shang Mingming’s statement.

“But who is Mu Sifa? Mingming’s other father? Miss Xiaojie’s husband?” He continued to ask with his head cocked, displaying his cuteness.

“I... I’m sorry, it’s nothing,” Elina stammered in a panic.

In contrast to her feigned smiles from five years ago, Elina seemed genuinely fearful of Mu Sifa.

“Why aren’t you following me?” His cold tone harbored an undercurrent of anger.

“Yes.”

Trembling with fear, she resembled a subordinate overwhelmed by a superior.

After their departure, Xiao Ming, who had been standing not far from the reception desk, widened his eyes but remained fixated on the elevator.

“That must be Shang Xiaojie! Can it really be him? Wasn’t he reported missing?”

Concerned about his distressed expression, a nearby staff member asked, “Manager, is everything alright?”

“I’m fine,” Xiao Ming replied, though his tone hinted at something amiss.

Then, in an anxious tone, he inquired, “Do you know the name of the guest who just arrived? Which lady is handling their check-in?”

“Oh, her! They booked two rooms, but it’s not under his name; it’s registered under a man named Shang Cijie.”

Xiao Ming shuddered once more. Shang Cijie? Had he changed his name?