Chapter 93 I’m Having Such a Hard Time_
Translator: 549690339
After leaving the bank, Xu Fan drove directly with his daughter and Ben Ben to the famous Hilton Hotel, a five-star establishment in Zhonghai City.
Holding his daughter and accompanied by Ben Ben, Xu Fan proceeded to the front desk and booked a luxurious presidential suite for 5,800 Yan Country Currency, leaving the attendant in utter disbelief.
Xu Fan was handsome, but the hotel staff never judged by appearance, but rather by status. Xu Fan’s appearance was ordinary, indistinguishable from the common working class on the street. Although he was holding an adorably delicate little girl, the attendant just couldn’t see Xu Fan as someone who could afford a 5,800 presidential suite.
However, when Xu Fan displayed his Supreme Black Diamond Card, the hotel’s front desk manager almost fainted from shock.
As the manager of a top-tier hotel, she had the fortune of seeing this Supreme Card once before. The last time she saw it, the owner was an extremely powerful heir from a family in The North, with assets enough to buy a hundred Hilton Hotels. Unfortunately, since then, the manager had never seen this card again, which in Yan Country symbolized status and position.
With Xu Fan’s Supreme Black Diamond Card in hand, Song Qi, the Hilton’s lobby manager, efficiently completed the check-in process and personally came out to escort Xu Fan to the upstairs suite.
Xu Fan followed Song Qi into the VIP elevator, which was exclusively for VIP clients. Although Xu Fan was not a VIP client of the Hilton Hotel, there was no obstruction to entering the elevator under Song Qi’s lead.
There was no one else in the elevator, just Xu Fan holding his daughter and Song Qi, with Ben Ben lying obediently and lazily at Xu Fan’s feet.
“Mr. Xu, your dog is really cute.” Song Qi said softly as she squatted down in the elevator, intending to pet Ben Ben gently.
She was dressed in a black career suit that went down to her knees, beneath which were a pair of slender, shapely black-stockinged legs.
As she squatted down, her skirt shortened considerably, exposing a generous amount of thigh wrapped in black stockings.
The lighting inside the elevator was dim, but Xu Fan’s eyes were not hindered by the light; in the dim lighting, he could see everything very clearly.
Thus, unconsciously, she was attracted to Xu Fan.
With a “ding”, the elevator reached the 28th floor. Song Qi made a gesture for Xu Fan to proceed, glided gracefully out of the elevator, and led Xu Fan to the reserved presidential suite.
Xu Fan followed Song Qi along to the presidential suite number 2808.
After Song Qi swiped her card to open the door, she invited Xu Fan inside and patiently explained the location of various switches and the arrangement of items in the bathroom.
Xu Fan nodded silently, his expression as unfathomable as an ancient well.
“Mr. Xu, I’ll go back down now. If you need anything, you can call the front desk directly.” Song Qi politely said to Xu Fan and slowly exited the room.
Xu Fan nodded, closed the door, and then placed Tongtong on the luxurious hotel bed.
Upon leaving the room, Song Qi furrowed her eyebrows and pulled a small mirror from her pocket to check her face.
“Have I lost my beauty? Has my charm dwindled to such an extent? He didn’t even look at me!” Song Qi said to herself, feeling rather indignant.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Song Qi nodded, feeling that her makeup was quite beautiful today. Although not flawless, she believed it was at the level of an average celebrity. However, Xu Fan seemed monk-like in his demeanor, serene and undisturbed, showing absolutely no interest in her appearance.
“Could it be because he has a daughter? But staying at a hotel with a child suggests that his relationship with his wife might not be good. Yet, seeing how his daughter looks as pretty as a porcelain doll, I guess his wife must be beautiful too,” Song Qi thought, somewhat despondently.
“After all the difficulty of finding someone I like, he already has a child. Oh heavens, why are you so cruel to me?” Song Qi frowned and, with a distressed face, walked to the front desk.
“Qi sister? Who upset you, why are you looking so unhappy?” A young and beautiful woman at the front desk asked Song Qi.
“Ah! I have it so hard,” Song Qi said dejectedly.