Try and Love me

The gentle lights were always on in the underground garage of the Shiwen Hotel.

After parking the car, Wen Qingyin pressed the answer button. "Has he arrived yet? Is he late or hasn't he come yet?"

After hearing a few words from the other side of the line, she hung up the phone and walked to the elevator indifferently.

Wen Qingyin was the eldest daughter of the Wen family in A City and the president of the Wen's Group..

Despite her young age, she managed the company in an orderly manner. The only flaw was that she was not married yet.

The Shiwen Hotel she came to was also her family's property.

Today, she was here to interview her future husband.

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As soon as the interviewee, Yan Jinghuai, got out of the subway station, he saw the logo of the Shiwen Hotel.

The matte signboard had been gilded. It was so dazzling that it made people's eyes hurt.

He was lost in thought while staring at the signboard. A girl next to him passed by and was mesmerized by his appearance. She slipped and fell screaming.

It was too late for Yan Jinghuai to support her. He could only lower the brim of his cap to cover his face.

Today, he was here to fulfill some unspoken rules.

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Yan Jinghuai was originally from a boy band. He reached his peak by his debut. He had been famous for half a year before he got into trouble with scandals. This had been affecting him until now. He could only play insignificant roles.

Fortunately, he was good-looking. He played the roles of overbearing presidents, school hunks, and first loves in melodramatic dramas, so he got to manage to hold on.

If he could make money at ease with melodramatic dramas, things wouldn't have turned out like this today. However, this man didn't forget his original intention. When he had time, he would take his band to perform on the street. God was finally moved by his sincerity and gave him an opportunity.

A few days ago, a businessman named Wang Defu came to Yan Jinghuai and said that he happened to pass by and was moved by his performance. He wanted to help him make a comeback.

Wang Defu was in the clothing business, and his brand was very famous. After confirming this man's identity, Yan Jinghuai signed a contract with him.

Unexpectedly, the next day, when Yan Jinghuai was selecting new songs for his new album, Wang Defu came to him and said with a sullen face that Mr. Wen of Wen's Group wanted to "talk" to him.

Yan Jinghuai had been in the showbiz for ten years. How could he not know what "talk" meant? No matter how decent the talk was at the beginning, in the end, it would definitely lead to improper relations.

If Yan Jinghuai was willing to lower himself, he wouldn't have to keep playing insignificant roles.

He refused Wang Defu, but he didn't expect that this profiteer had a backup plan.

Wang Defu took out the contract and said that according to the terms inside, he was now the agent of Yan Jinghuai. If Yan Jinghuai didn't listen to him, it would be a breach of contract, and Yan Jinghuai would have to compensate him.

Yan Jinghuai had seen this kind of blackmailer before. Usually, he wouldn't bother with it. But not this time.

When signing the contract, he also got two other members of his band included in the contract. They were Zhou Hesong, the guitarist, and Chen Xu, the bassist.

Zhou Hesong was 17 years old. Chen Xu hadn't even celebrated his 18th birthday yet. The two of them were juveniles who hadn't gone to college yet. If Wang Defu meant what he said, the breach of contract would affect these two juveniles.

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The Shiwen Hotel was a high-end hotel that had risen in recent years. It was decorated with rosewood, and the glass in the lobby was polished.

Yan Jinghuai looked at the elegant and gorgeous lobby and then looked at his own face reflected in the glass. He raised his hand and slapped himself.

He regretted looking so handsome. That was why he got targeted.

He sighed. As soon as he entered the hotel, he smelled a nice scent of sweet fruit.

The next moment, a thin figure passed by him.

Nowadays, youngsters liked to dye their hair and make it colorful. They would have yellow, orange, green, cyan, blue, and purple hair. This slender and thin girl was an exception. Her long hair reached her shoulders, and it was shining black, like silk.

She was wearing a cream-colored woolen sweater, which was thin and soft. It gently stuck to her body, and her slender waist, which was tied up by her high-waist pants, swayed gracefully with her steps.

She looked like an elite in the business field, but she was wearing a pair of canvas shoes.

Those shoes were exactly the same as what Yan Jinghuai was wearing.

Yan Jinghuai took a few quick steps forward, wanting to see her face clearly.

Unexpectedly, the girl walked faster than him. Obviously, there was something she urgently needed to do.

This girl was Wen Qingyin.

As soon as she came in, she saw a naughty boy.

The little boy was only in his teens, but he was strong and burly.

He was playing a TikTok song loudly and shouting along with it. He even ran all over the lobby like a mad fool.

All the guests who passed by avoided him.

Less than a minute after Wen Qingyin walked up to him, the boy bumped into a little girl.

The little girl was about seven or eight years old, and she looked very skinny. The devilish brat was three times as heavy as her. The little girl couldn't stand the impact and fell straight to the floor.

Not only did the naughty boy not apologize, but he also pointed at the little girl and scolded her.

"What a fool! Are you blind? You bumped into me! I'll hit you! You broke my phone!"

The little girl was probably in a daze from the fall, and she didn't dodge when the naughty boy punched her.

Fortunately, Wen Qingyin arrived at this time.

She pushed the naughty boy away, helped the little girl up from the floor, and gestured with her hands. Obviously, the little girl couldn't speak.

The little girl reached out her hand and was about to answer her when a middle-aged woman in a hotel uniform trotted over.

The woman's face was full of heartache, but she appeased Wen Qingyin. "It doesn't matter, Little Ms. Wen. It's just a child's play. It doesn't matter."

Although the little girl felt wronged and was about to sign, she had already put down her hands.

The little girl was young, but she knew what she should do. It was kind of Little Ms. Wen to agree to let her mother take her to work. She couldn't afford to offend any guests, or Little Ms. Wen would be embarrassed.

Wen Qingyin didn't feel embarrassed. She communicated in sign language with the little girl, which made her smile.

The middle-aged woman refused. "Little Ms. Wen, she's on her dental transitional period. She can't have too much ice cream."

Wen Qingyin turned her back and continued to use sign language at an angle that only little girls could see, telling her where the refrigerator was.

The little girl covered her mouth to snicker and made a pinky swear with her.

Wen Qingyin returned to her boss's style, straightened her face, and ordered, "This is an injury incurred while working. Take her to have a checkup. Remember to keep the receipt and apply for reimbursement at the financial department when you come back."

The woman still wanted to refuse, but Wen Qingyin urged her. "The birthday party of Mr. Yi is about to begin. Don't waste time."

Seeing the mother and daughter walking away, the naughty boy was unhappy. He lay on the floor and made a scene.

"Who are you? Why did you let that ugly monster go? My mobile phone is the latest model. You inferiors..."

Wen Qingyin said, "Don't talk like that."

Her voice was very soft, and her pronunciation was very strange when she said some words. She sounded like a spoiled child, without any deterrent effect.

The devilish brat released a "bah" sound and was about to spit on her. Wen Qingyin quickly pinched his lips.

She pointed to the reflection on the glass.

"You're the ugly monster with this look."

This was the first time in his life that the naughty boy had heard someone call him ugly. He began to shout in disbelief.

Wen Qingyin looked full of pity.

"You're so pitiful."

"Poverty is only temporary. People can always earn money. However, ugly people will always be ugly, which can't be fixed by plastic surgery."

The devilish brat flapped out and broke free from her hand. "Nonsense!"

"My mom said that I look like my dad. I'm good-looking."

"Silly boy, your mother lied to you. If you were really good-looking, your mother would say that you look like her."

Wen Qingyin wiped her hands on his clothes and knocked on his head.

"Listen, is it the same sound as slapping a watermelon? Do you know why? It's because your head is full of water. You're like brainless."

She looked sympathetic.

"What should you do? It's miserable enough that you're ugly, but you're even brainless. Even your mother lied to you because you're stupid..."

No matter how naughty the devilish brat was, he was still a child. In his entire life, this was the first time he knew the cruel truth. For a moment, he couldn't accept it. With a miserable cry, he wanted to howl again.

Wen Qingyin snatched his phone and threatened like a bully, "If you keep screaming, I'll stuff this crappy phone into your mouth."

The devilish brat was really scared. He held back his sobs and burped.

After successfully subduing the naughty boy, Wen Qingyin was a little proud. A young woman rushed over.

"David, what's wrong?"

Wen Qingyin was actually caught by the naughty boy's family on the spot.

Little Ms. Wen was embarrassed.

The naughty boy's family was very thin and beautiful. It was hard to tell that they were related by blood. That woman knew her boy's character very well. Without asking what had happened, she apologized to Wen Qingyin directly.

"I'm sorry. Oh my god, you're Wen Jianjian. Why did you bully a child?!"

This woman was Yi Jing, the daughter of Mr. Yi, who was celebrating his birthday today. She was also a classmate of Wen Qingyin in kindergarten. They could be considered childhood friends.

Jianjian was the nickname of Wen Qingyin.

Wen Qingyin was dissatisfied. "I heard you apologize. Why did you say that I bullied him?"

"Don't you know why?" Yi Jing pointed at the naughty boy with her chin. "This is my younger brother, Yi Dawei. What trouble did he cause?"

"Is he the only boy in your family? When he was over a hundred days old, I told you that he was ugly, but you didn't agree."

Wen Qingyin looked at the naughty boy again.

"He really looks like your father. No wonder I don't like him."

Yi Jing neither liked her father nor her brother.

She felt that Wen Qingyin was right.

She glanced at Yi Dawei, leaned over to Wen Qingyin, and whispered, "How is your grandfather?"

"I overheard my dad talking on the phone. Many of them objected to your new proposal."

Wen Qingyin didn't care. "Whatever. I'm the boss."

Seeing that she was prepared, Yi Jing didn't say anything else. She went back to supervise the decoration of her father's birthday party and left with the naughty boy.

After entering the elevator, the naughty boy began to act up again.

He grabbed Yi Jing by the hair.

"How dare you allow your friend to hit me? Dad is right. You are a money-losing girl. You are helping outsiders before you get married. You are selfish and bad. You want our family to lose the only male descendant..."

Yi Jing hit him with her elbow and said, "Call your dad now and tell him that Wen Qingyin hit you. See if he scolds you or not."

"She, she is Wen Qingyin!"

The devilish brat immediately became quiet and was even a bit afraid. He took the hand of Yi Jing and said flatteringly, "Will, will she really wring my neck? You have to protect me."

…

Yan Jinghuai was far away and saw the girl helping the little girl up. She gently stroked the little boy's head and chatted happily with the boy's family.

She was so gentle.

He unconsciously chased after her but was soon stopped by the lobby manager.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

This was the most expensive hotel in the city. Everything in sight was luxurious. The lobby looked just like the banquet hall of Cinderella and the Prince.

The girl's movements were calm and at ease. It was obvious that she was a frequent visitor.

But he was not.

He was like Cinderella's elder sister or the stepmother, and he was forced to come here.

He thought that he had better not make trouble for that girl.

The lobby manager had already noticed that he was not a guest here, so he smiled politely and distantly.

Yan Jinghuai was used to being treated like this, so he did not feel offended.

He laughed self-deprecatingly. "My surname is Yan."

But soon, he couldn't even keep his fake smile.

No matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't say, "Your boss has taken a fancy to me. I'm here to whore myself."

He stood there awkwardly. Unexpectedly, the lobby manager became respectful.

There was a hint of flattery in his smile. "You must be Mr. Yan, and you're here to see Mr. Wen. This way please."

After saying that, he ignored Yan Jinghuai and enthusiastically pushed him into the elevator.