Chapter 82 — I've Remembered You!
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Wei Zhao had opened the window to air the room before the boss lady came up, letting fresh air flow in, so the smell of Chinese medicine in the room was not too strong and the boss lady did not really notice it. But the moment she stepped through the door, she was struck dumb by the great patches of blood on the bed.
"You... this bedsheet?" The boss lady pointed in shock at the sheet in the room, somewhat speechless — she was too stunned, stunned beyond words. Earlier she had wickedly speculated that Yang Qiqi was a first-timer, which was why she limped, and now seeing the great patches of blood on the sheet only confirmed her wicked guess. Yet she was thinking: this Wei Zhao had no idea how to be tender with a delicate flower — making her first time this brutal, it looked like a hemorrhage; was he trying to kill someone? If a person died in her inn, that would be terrible luck.
At that thought, the boss lady's face fell. This sheet had cost her several dozen yuan, and once the cost of the sheet was subtracted from the room fee she earned, there would be nothing left.
"How did you get the room into this state?" the boss lady asked coldly.
"My apologies. Whatever it costs, I'll pay for it." Wei Zhao could hardly explain, so he simply told the boss lady he would compensate at full price.
Since Wei Zhao had said he would pay, the boss lady naturally said nothing more, thinking to herself that the young man was sensible enough; otherwise she had some sharp words waiting to cut him down.
After inspecting the room's furnishings, the boss lady said, "One disposable bath towel, forty yuan; one bedsheet, sixty yuan. A hundred yuan in all."
"Fine," Wei Zhao said with a nod. The woman was not so black-hearted after all — white sheets like these cost thirty yuan apiece even bought in bulk, and she was charging him sixty, exactly double, the same markup as the bath towel.
Seeing how readily he agreed, the landlady had nothing more to say. "Come downstairs with me, then, and we'll settle the room charge. You rested in the room for five hours, so it has to be billed as a full day — sixty yuan. You put down a hundred before, so just give me another sixty and we're square."
Wei Zhao nodded, went downstairs, handed the money to the landlady, then turned to leave.
"Wait," the landlady called after him.
"Something else?" Wei Zhao asked, turning back, thinking to himself that she surely had not decided the deal was a loss and meant to squeeze another sum out of him.
"That girl you brought in earlier — before she left, she asked me your name, and I told her," the landlady said, and since Wei Zhao had been so straightforward, she kindly offered him this word of warning.
From the look of things, the two of them were certainly no lovers, which was why the landlady felt moved to say a little extra.
"Ah?" Wei Zhao gave a bitter smile. He wanted nothing more to do with that woman assassin, yet it had never crossed his mind that she would bother to remember his name on her way out. No doubt there would be trouble ahead.
Out of the inn, Wei Zhao checked the time. It was already past two in the afternoon, and he had not eaten lunch, though to Wei Zhao a single meal was no great matter.
Wei Zhao hailed a taxi, and once inside he told the driver, "First High School."