Chapter 80
Chapter 80
Footsteps sounded outside the door-Hu Heng had returned from taking out the trash.
He Qian had intended to walk to the door and ask him what this room was actually used for, but unexpectedly Hu Heng didn’t plan on coming in. He pulled the door shut from outside and left.
He Qian stood in the room, blinking awkwardly.
She thought, since that’s the case, I might as well look around the room some more.
She walked to the window and looked at the vanity.
The vanity was covered with skincare products and cosmetics. Many eyeshadows were used down to the metal pan, and there was loose powder dust on the makeup brushes-clearly, someone frequently stayed here.
He Qian frowned: Could this be a dressing room?
But Qin Song ran a hotel, not a photo studio. Why would he set up a dressing room?
He Qian lifted her head to look around. After confirming there were no cameras in the room, she tiptoed over and pulled open the vanity drawer.
Inside the drawer were a massage comb, a silk eye mask, a pack of hair ties, a pack of bobby pins, three hand creams, and a stack of Polaroid photos.
He Qian picked up the stack of photos and flipped through them, her eyes gradually turning cold.
First photo: a young, beautiful girl crouching on the floor, with an enormous bouquet of roses in front of her. She stretched out both arms to show how big the bouquet was, looking proudly at the camera.
Second photo: the girl wearing an apron, holding a plate of burnt fish. There was ash on her nose, and she was crying with a wronged expression.
Third photo: the girl pressing her face tightly against Qin Song’s, smiling sweetly. On her head she wore a LinaBell headband, and in her hand she held a colorful ice cream cone. Qin Song wore a white T-shirt, making a funny face and throwing a “peace” sign at the camera.
From the angle, this photo appeared to be a selfie taken with a Polaroid, with Disney castle behind them.
Fourth photo: the girl and Qin Song kissing.
Fifth photo: Qin Song cooking.
…
Suddenly, He Qian flung the photos into the air. They flew up and then scattered across the room floor like giant snowflakes.
He Qian crouched down, buried her face in her knees, and tears pattered onto the plush carpet.
After crouching for a while, her legs felt numb, and she plopped down onto the floor.
Qin Song wasn’t clueless about romance; he had bought that girl a huge bouquet of roses.
Not 9, not 99, but 999 roses.
He wasn’t incapable of cooking either; he had eagerly played house in this pink little room.
They hadn’t just loved each other in this room; they had also gone to Disney.
He Qian felt as if she were drunk, her whole body weak, her mind blank.
She knelt on the floor and picked up the photos one by one, putting them back into the drawer.
A single phrase repeated endlessly in her mind:
What should I do?
What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do…
She suddenly thought, how did such a huge bouquet of roses get through the door? The door was so narrow, and the bouquet was so huge…
No, her mind was wandering.
She suddenly thought again, after the induction shot, the fetal heartbeat grew weaker and weaker…
No, wandering again.
He Qian wiped her nose haphazardly with her sleeve and staggered to the door.
Just as she was about to open it, she remembered something and turned back to grab the oversized thermos.
She stared at the thermos for a moment, then carried it toward the door.
As soon as she reached the door, she heard voices and laughter approaching down the corridor.
A girl said, “Honey, these high heels really don’t fit. Just walking from the airport gate this little bit, the backs of my heels are rubbed raw!”
Qin Song’s voice came: “Our Ruirui has had a tough time. I’ll put some ointment on them for you, and I’ll buy you a new pair!”