Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

When he got off from work, it was already 9 pm. Qin Yinan did drink some alcohol, but he wasn’t drunk. However, what the alcohol did was overwhelm his brain with drowsiness. Once he entered his car, he asked the driver to take him home.

He believed, that night, he could finally have a restful sleep, yes?

The driver turned on the radio, and when the car passed the second roundabout, a familiar melody began.

“I believe I still need to learn, to not close my eyes when I’m sad. Before the tears form, let them evaporate into mist…”

Qin Yinan, who had been leaning back in the chair with his eyes closed, slowly peeled them open to look at the radio. The driver thought this was his way of saying that he minded the noise, so the driver reached out to turn the music off.

“Leave it on!” Qin Yinan called out to stop him.

The driver was shocked and quickly pulled his hand back to the steering wheel. He looked straight ahead to focus on his driving. The mellifluous singing voice continued to fill up the car.

“I believe I still need to work hard, to stop myself from crying when listening to love songs. Those memories of love will turn the recollection of our time together into tears. When I think about you, there’s a despairing disappointment. That familiar shadow by the street makes my heart bleed…”

It was not until then that Qin Yinan realized why the song was so familiar. The few days Mrs. Cheng and Cheng Qingchong stayed with him, there was this one night when he woke up to use the bathroom. When he passed the woman who was curling up on the sofa, he heard this song through her earphones.

At the time, her eyes had been closed, her ears plugged into the song, her tears falling. He had pretended not to have noticed her as he walked past her into the bathroom. He had stayed in there for a long time, and when he came out, he had given up the direct route to his bed and gone the circuitous route around the sofa to his bed as if possessed, and then he realized she was still listening to this song.

“When I think about you again, it’s the reason I cannot hide. I believe I can get over your love, but in the sleepless night, I’ve thought about you again…”

The song in the car overlapped with the song in his memory, and like someone had slapped him across his face, he shivered violently.

I believe I can get over your love, but in the sleepless night, I’ve thought about you again…

Qin Yinan’s eyes darted about in panic, and through the car window, he caught sight of the Four Seasons Hotel that was shining like a jewel in the dark. Without thinking about it, he blurted out, “Take me to the Four Seasons.”

“CEO Qin?” The driver was stunned and stepped on the brake.

“Four Seasons, I said, take me to the Four Seasons Hotel,” Qin Yinan repeated.

The driver restarted the engine and made a U-turn when he could. The car eventually stopped at the hotel entrance.

Qin Yinan knew it was the month for Cheng Qingchong to manage the night shift. He booked a VIP room and sat in the lobby, waiting for a while, but the person who came to serve him was not Cheng Qingchong.

In a pure stroke of luck, the room they assigned Qin Yinan was the room Mr. Smith had stayed in, Room 1111.

The decoration inside was as he remembered, simple and clean.

After the server left, Qin Yinan picked up the phone to call for room service.

He ordered supper, wine, champagne, popcorn…

He had practically ordered everything the hotel could offer, but not once did he run into Cheng Qingchong.