The Secret Realm of Time, His and Her Life Through the Changes

Chapter 135 A Good Thing Worth Celebrating with a Drunken Drink

Zhou Yanruo asked, "Have you called the room?"

Ding Jiajia responded, "The staff had tried calling the room phone before, but no one answered."

Zhou Yanruo immediately decided, "Then let's go straight to the room and take a look."

Ding Jiajia nodded in agreement, "I'll go ask the lobby manager to help me activate the elevator access."

After consulting with and receiving permission from the general manager, the lobby manager made the necessary registration at the front desk, then received a general access card. He said to Zhou Yanruo and Ding Jiajia, "President Zhou, Assistant Ding, please come with me. I will take you to the executive floor."

The three of them took the elevator to the 21st floor, the executive floor. As soon as the elevator doors opened, the lobby manager politely pressed the open button, indicating that Zhou Yanruo and Ding Jiajia should go first.

Zhou Yanruo stepped out of the elevator first, hesitated for a second, then turned to the lobby manager and said, "Thank you, we can go by ourselves, you can go ahead and get busy."

The lobby manager nodded in agreement, and tactfully pressed the close button, without following them out of the elevator.

The first room on the left after turning left in the elevator lobby is room 2101. Zhou Yanruo walked to the door and rang the doorbell, but no one answered.

Ding Jiajia said, "The guest rooms on the executive floor are all suites, and there are many rooms. If you are in the bedroom, you may not be able to hear the doorbell, so please ring it a few more times." As she spoke, she rang the doorbell again.

Just then, the door slowly opened, and Jian Zheng, wearing a bathrobe with wet hair plastered to his forehead, was wiping his glasses with the belt of the bathrobe. He asked with dissatisfaction, "Ringing the doorbell like crazy, is this the service standard of a five-star hotel?"

“This…” Zhou Yanruo’s voice trembled slightly, and a mixture of astonishment and embarrassment involuntarily appeared on her face.

Ding Jiajia was completely dumbfounded. Her mouth was slightly open, and she instinctively hid behind Zhou Yanruo.

After putting on his glasses, Jian Zheng's vision became much clearer, and he realized that it was Zhou Yanruo standing at the door. He unconsciously tightened the belt of his bathrobe and said with slight surprise, "Zhou Yanruo? What are you doing here? Did you come to see me?"

Zhou Yanruo lowered her eyelids, trying to make her tone calm and appropriate to ease any potential awkwardness: "Jian Zheng, we're here to see Shang Yibo. Is he with you?"

Jian Zheng nodded and replied succinctly, "Yes, he's sleeping inside."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yanruo and Ding Jiajia exchanged glances, surprised as expected, and were momentarily at a loss for words.

Seeing this, Jian Zheng found it strange. The two rushed over to find Shang Yibo and told them that Shang Yibo was sleeping in the room. The two then stood silently at the door, puzzled. So, Jian Zheng took the initiative to ask, "Do you want to come in? Or should I go in and wake him up?"

Ding Jiajia pointed to herself, then to Zhou Yanruo beside her, and asked, "Can we... go in?"

“Of course.” Jian Zheng smiled and took a step back, making way for the doorway.

Zhou Yanruo and Ding Jiajia entered the room and found only a soft floor lamp on, creating a dim and warm atmosphere. The curtains were not drawn, and the neon lights from outside shone through the French windows, casting dappled shadows on the carpet and adding an unusual ambiance to the tranquil space.

Shang Yibo sat on the sofa, having just vaguely heard the doorbell ring. Half-asleep, he glimpsed Jian Zheng going to open the door. Having slept soundly all afternoon, he was still in a daze, his blank face staring blankly at Zhou Yanruo as she walked in through the back of the sofa.

Their eyes met in mid-air. After two seconds, Shang Yibo suddenly realized that the person standing in front of him was Zhou Yanruo, and that Ding Jiajia was behind her. He stood up abruptly and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Hearing Shang Yibo speak, Ding Jiajia quickly walked over and saw him standing barefoot by the sofa, his clothes disheveled and his eyes still sleepy. She couldn't help but scold him, "Yibo, why didn't you answer the phone? Everyone was frantically looking for you, and you were sleeping soundly here."

Shang Yibo rubbed his eyes and asked, "What do you want with me?"

On the contrary, Zhou Yanruo considered her mission accomplished after seeing Shang Yibo, and calmly reminded him, "Why don't you call President Fang back first? She's been looking for you."

Shang Yibo took out his phone, glanced at it, and saw that the screen was black and the battery was dead.

He spread his hands and shrugged, as if to explain, "It's not that I didn't want to answer, my phone just died. Don't blame me, blame the phone."

The others in the room were all older than Shang Yibo and saw through his little trick immediately. The dead phone was just an excuse; even if the phone had power, someone fast asleep while drunk probably wouldn't hear it ringing. The point was why he was drunk, not whether his phone was dead or not. Such childish behavior was nothing more than a petty trick in the eyes of the "adults," something they simply didn't bother to investigate.

Seeing this, Zhou Yanruo took out her phone from her pocket and handed it to Shang Yibo: "Use mine to call."

Shang Yibo glanced at the phone Zhou Yanruo handed him, raised an eyebrow slightly, but didn't reach out to take it.

The phone was locked. Zhou Yanruo realized this and picked up the phone to call Fang Xichen. The other party answered quickly, "President Zhou, have you been able to contact Yibo?"

Zhou Yanruo said, "President Fang, Shang Yibo is with me. I'll let him answer the phone."

Fang Xichen said, "Okay, thank you, President Zhou."

Zhou Yanruo then handed the phone to Shang Yibo.

Shang Yibo answered the phone, "Mom, is she looking for me?"

Fang Xichen said, "Yibo, didn't we agree to come home for dinner tonight?"

Shang Yibo asked helplessly, "Just to go home for dinner? Why go through all that trouble?"

Fang Xichen, contrary to his usual demeanor, said seriously, "Your father has something to say to you, it's very important. He's already back, you should go home quickly too. By the way, please invite President Zhou to come to our house as well."

As soon as she finished speaking, she hung up the phone without waiting for Shang Yibo's reply.

Shang Yibo paused for a second while holding the phone, then handed it back to Zhou Yanruo, saying, "I'm going to wash my face."

Jian Zheng had already gone back to his bedroom to change his clothes and came out to Zhou Yanruo, saying, "What happened? Why are you in such a hurry? Go to Shang Yibo."

Before Zhou Yanruo could answer, Ding Jiajia rushed over and questioned, "Mr. Jian, what is it that requires us to get Yibo drunk in broad daylight?"

Jian Zheng replied with a smile, "Who says you can't get drunk in broad daylight? Besides, we have something good to celebrate, something worth getting drunk to celebrate." His last "something good" was directed at Zhou Yanruo.

Zhou Yanruo looked away guiltily.

Shang Yibo came out of the restroom, said to Jian Zheng, "I'll contact you again," and walked towards the door.

Ding Jiajia followed behind and asked, "Yibo, are you going back to Zimo Garden? We've both been drinking and can't drive. Yanruo doesn't have a driver's license yet. Wait a moment, I'll have the company send a car over."

"No need, just call a car."

"No, don't cause any more trouble..." Before Zhou Yanruo could finish speaking, the phone in the room rang.

Jian Zheng walked over and picked up the phone on the coffee table. "Hello, yes... okay."

After hanging up the phone, he said, "Stop arguing. The hotel reception called to say they've prepared a car for Mr. Shang and it's parked in front of the hotel. It's a black Maybach with the license plate ending in 99."

Zhou Yanruo finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to herself that she would definitely make time to take the driving test next week, as it was too inconvenient not having a driver's license.