Chapter 89

A moment later, Lin Zixian stopped in front of a room door, knocked, and the door opened. Lin Zixian disappeared from the camera's view.

Meng Zidan crossed her arms over her chest, her face clouded with suspicion. After pondering for a while, she walked to the side and picked up the phone, "Front desk? It's me. Check who's staying in room 2046... President Repnin's wife Natasha? Specifically instructed not to be disturbed? Are you sure? ... Alright, that's all."

After hanging up, Meng Zidan was even more puzzled. Why would Lin Zixian go into that Russian woman's room? It was truly bizarre!

Inside room 2046, the moment the door opened, Lin Zixian wanted to turn and leave. Natasha had clearly just bathed, her hair still wet, wearing a white robe that was not tightly closed, obviously intentionally left open. Her white skin was dazzling, making any man want to act on impulse, and her figure was as fiery as ever.

Based on his past experience, he knew he must not enter this room; once inside, he would definitely make a mistake.

Natasha clearly knew him well. Seeing his expression, she immediately put on a piteous face, "Caesar, I'm leaving for home tomorrow. Don't you have anything to say to me?" She looked at him as if to see how heartless he could be.

Lin Zixian was taken aback, his face twitching in pain. He then steeled himself and walked in. Natasha's watery eyes followed him, and as he turned, she pouted her buttocks and pushed the door shut.

Lin Zixian heard the sound of clothes falling and felt a wave of helplessness.

Having fought and killed in the underworld for many years, he had only one true girlfriend or woman in his life. After an accident, he lived a life of indulgence and debauchery, like a drunkard. He had lost count of the number of women he had been with, as there were too many, and he couldn't even remember most of their names. He had a history of womanizing across all seven continents and four oceans, having seen women of all nationalities and skin colors. It was a life of a rogue, and the past was truly regrettable.

Although Natasha was one of his former sexual partners, she was somewhat exceptional because she had once been one of his companions, and they were naturally quite familiar with each other. But now, Natasha was someone else's wife. Even though he had often had affairs with other men's wives and even eloped with some, it was hard to say whether it was romantic or vulgar. But now, he had left that life behind and started anew.

As Lin Zixian was bitterly smiling, a supple body wrapped around him from behind like a water snake, two full breasts pressing against his back, and a soft breath whispered in his ear. A slippery tongue slid up to his earlobe...

Meng Zidan remained in the surveillance room, occasionally crossing her arms and pacing, or walking back and forth, checking her watch countless times. Her eyes were mostly fixed on the surveillance video of the 23rd floor, and it had been almost two hours, yet the guy still hadn't come out.

She had seen Repnin at a forum in the Ivory Coast, meaning Natasha was alone in the room. She had fast-forwarded the previous surveillance to verify that after Natasha entered the room, only Lin Zixian went in.

A man and a woman alone in a room for two hours—it was hard not to suspect something.

Meng Zidan wanted to find an excuse to knock on the door and see what they were up to, but the guest had specifically instructed not to be disturbed.

In the hotel business, especially in a high-end hotel, if they couldn't meet such basic customer requests, it would ruin their reputation.

She was so anxious that it felt like her heart was being clawed by a cat.

The security guards in the surveillance room occasionally stole glances at their boss's super figure, feeling puzzled about what she was up to.

Just then, Meng Zidan stopped her pacing, tilting her head to stare at the surveillance video. Lin Zixian had come out of the room, running a bit, like a thief. Meng Zidan's eyes didn't blink, trying to discern any clues from Lin Zixian.

As Lin Zixian entered the elevator, the door of another elevator opened, and Repnin came out, looking at the room numbers, found Natasha's room, knocked, and disappeared inside.

Meng Zidan bit her lip, her eyes scanning the row of surveillance videos. Soon, she saw Lin Zixian on the 36th floor, using a key to open his room door.

The security guards exchanged glances, knowing it was the general manager's room.

Meng Zidan took a deep breath, turned, and left the surveillance room, taking the elevator straight up. She soon appeared at her room door, opened it, and walked in.

Her eyes wide like a goldfish, she rushed into the living room but found no one. She saw clothes thrown on the sofa and heard the sound of water from the bathroom. Lin Zixian's voice followed, "Who is it? Meng Zidan?"

Meng Zidan was taken aback, quickly walking to the bathroom door and pounding on it, "What are you hiding in there? Open the door."

"Uh... wait, I'm taking a shower, I'll be out soon," Lin Zixian said with a forced laugh.

"Taking a shower?" Meng Zidan sneered, "More like destroying evidence!"

"I don't understand what you're talking about..." Lin Zixian grunted, but he was inwardly cursing. This was Meng Zidan's territory, and it seemed he had been caught.

"Open the door!"

They stood there for a while, and then the lock clicked. Lin Zixian, wrapped in a robe, opened the door and walked out, rolling his eyes, "It's just using your bathroom for a shower. Is that worth getting so angry?"

"Shameless." Meng Zidan followed him, sneering, "Don't try to dodge the issue. Tell me, what were you and that Russian woman doing in the room alone?"

"Meng Zidan, are you looking for a fight again?" Lin Zixian sat on the sofa, crossing his legs, took a cigarette from the clothes on the sofa, lit it, and pointed at her, "We're alone in a room too! What are we doing?"

"Don't change the subject, speak! What's your relationship with her?" Meng Zidan insisted, not sure why she cared so much. Her reason was that she and Ning Lan were good friends, and she had a duty to help Ning Lan keep an eye on him and prevent him from making mistakes.

"It's nothing much. We used to work together washing dishes in a restaurant in the U.S. We're old friends. I didn't expect to meet her here. We just agreed to catch up," Lin Zixian said nonchalantly. "If you don't believe me, ask Ning Lan. She can vouch for me."

"Ning Lan knows you know her?" Meng Zidan was taken aback, thinking he wouldn't lie about this, as it would be easily exposed. But then she thought it didn't make sense and said suspiciously, "Then why did you come to my room to shower?"

"Tell me, what do you think happened?" Lin Zixian laughed mockingly. No way he would admit to certain things.

Meng Zidan's face turned slightly red. It seemed like she was being accused of impure thoughts, but in the hotel business, such things were not uncommon. She bit her lip and said, "You two definitely did something improper."

"Don't accuse me unjustly. Just because a man and a woman are alone in a room, it doesn't mean they did something improper. What about us?" Lin Zixian sneered, pointing at the door, "If someone comes in and says we did something improper..."

Before he finished, there was a knock on the door.

Meng Zidan and Lin Zixian exchanged glances. Could it be that coincidental? Did they really jinx it?

Meng Zidan, full of suspicion, walked to the door and opened it. She was stunned to see a man in a black Tang suit, with a slicked-back hairstyle, a rugged and stern face, and sharp, deep eyes. It was none other than her fiancé, Long Tianjun.

"Why aren't you at your conference? What are you doing here?" Meng Zidan's eyes flashed with panic, gripping the door tightly, blocking the gap, afraid he would barge in. She cursed Lin Zixian for being a jinx. Good things never happened, but bad things always did.

Joking aside, although she had no good feelings for Long Tianjun, it was a political marriage arranged by her parents. If her fiancé saw her alone in a room with a man in a robe, it would be impossible to clear her name, and if her family found out, she would be disgraced.

Although she had heard that Long Tianjun had many women, it was just hearsay. Now, he had caught her red-handed, and Meng Zidan couldn't help but panic.

"Just putting on a show. The same old stuff, boring. I thought I'd come and see you," the towering Long Tianjun said with a faint smile, but he immediately noticed Meng Zidan's panicked look and smelled a faint cigarette scent. He knew Meng Zidan didn't smoke.

He immediately made a connection and his eyes turned eagle-sharp, seeing the faint smoke in the room.

Long Tianjun's face turned cold, and he said coldly, "Move aside!"

"Long Tianjun, this is my room, not yours," Meng Zidan refused to move.

A hand shot out like the wind, grabbed Meng Zidan's wrist, and pushed her aside. He stepped in, striding into the living room, his sharp eyes scanning the room. His pupils contracted when he saw a man in a robe, legs crossed, smoking, sitting on the sofa, looking at him indifferently.

Long Tianjun's eyes fell on the clothes on the sofa, and his mind flashed with various indecent scenes. He was instantly enraged. Someone dared to take his woman? He growled, "Who are you?"

"Did you eat rat poison or something? Why so angry?" Lin Zixian took the cigarette from his mouth and laughed, "The sky is big, the earth is big, who cares who I am?"