Gold Medal Sweetheart

The manager's face flushed and paled for a moment before he said in a panic, "Miss, there must be some misunderstanding. The luxurious private room has already been booked for this gentleman."

"I did give him the reservation, but I gave him me—burp—" Tang Xin was halfway through when, perhaps because of the wind from riding too fast earlier, coupled with the anxiety of having no room left, she burped without warning. She had meant to say, "I gave him my reservation," but now it sounded like, "I gave him me."

Now Tang Xin really wants to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"What did you say, Miss?" The manager widened his eyes and looked at Tang Xin with a half-smile.

The corners of the man in sunglasses' mouth rose slightly, and a barely noticeable smile appeared on his face.

Tang Xin was also filled with shame and anger because of this burp. It really came at the wrong time. This two-way confrontation immediately made her lose her momentum. "I said I booked my room for him—burp." She raised her hand and pointed at the man in sunglasses, but she didn't dare look at him. Her face turned red from saying the wrong thing, and her words suddenly lost their confidence. She thought to herself, what a bad start.

"This is a misunderstanding. This gentleman already has an appointment. If you have any questions about your appointment, please communicate with the front desk."

Seeing the manager talking to him in official language, Tang thought that it would be fruitless to continue pestering him. Judging from the respectful way the manager treated the man in sunglasses, the man in sunglasses must be no ordinary person. He definitely couldn't book a private room, so he might as well vent his anger.

"You guys are doing business with such dishonesty—hiccup, you'll definitely be closed down soon!"

"Miss, do you really need this private room?" The man in sunglasses who had been standing aside and remained silent spoke.

Tang Xin, who was angry and talking without thinking, was stopped by the sudden change of tone. She looked up in surprise, stared at the man for a long time, and then said doubtfully, "Of course. Do you want to quit?" Perhaps he was startled, and the hiccups stopped.

The manager, who had been trying to shirk responsibility the entire time, was suddenly frustrated. He really couldn't understand why this behavior was so out of character for the man. He glared at the man, then at the girl, not knowing what to say next.

"If you want me to quit, at least there should be compensation." The man raised the corners of his lips into a faint smile.

Compensation? Tang Xin looked over suspiciously, wondering how this well-dressed man could possibly go to such extremes to extort money.

"Are you trying to scam me?"

The manager looked like he wanted to laugh but couldn't - the chairman of a listed company, a man whom even their boss dared not neglect, was actually being compared with all kinds of people in society by a young girl.

The man hadn't expected her to say that out of the blue, and he actually laughed out loud. He then scanned Tang Xin from head to toe, "Do you think I need your money?"

The man's gaze was filled with teasing desire. Tang Xin suddenly realized what he meant and glared at him fiercely, "Psycho."

She thought the man really wanted to help her, but she didn't expect that he wasted her time just to tease her. This sentence lit the fuse in Tang Xin's heart, and the small flame burned and burned, and in an instant it became a raging fire.

"Didn't your teacher teach you that a gentleman doesn't take away what others like? Even if he didn't teach you this, didn't he teach you to have basic respect for women? Don't think that driving a tractor means you are superior to others." Tang Xin called the man in sunglasses' car a tractor because she had no feelings for off-road vehicles. Whenever she saw someone driving such a big car, it felt like driving a tractor.

It was the first time that someone put Cullinan and tractors in the same category. The manager couldn't help laughing this time, but he received a sharp look from the man and was forced to hold it back.

Admittedly, some people's warnings are more effective than slogans and regulations.

Tang Xin seemed to see the man in sunglasses frowning slightly. Even through the sunglasses, she could feel him looking down at her with sharp eyes, as if he wanted to stare at her until she combusted. She thought that it was not advisable to stay here for long and it would be best to leave.

She then threw down a sentence, "What are you looking at? You're wearing sunglasses in the house in broad daylight. Are you a blind masseur?" After saying that, she dropped the already crooked basket of flowers and ran out like a flash without even looking at the man in sunglasses who looked like he could explode at any moment.

"Miss, your flowers!" the manager shouted behind him.

"No, that one suits you better!" Tang Xin said as she ran.

The man looked at the direction the girl ran and said to the manager, "Go to the front desk and ask..." He stopped what he was about to say along with the girl's movements and looked at the scene in front of him in confusion.

Tang Xin stopped when she ran to the black SUV of the man in sunglasses. By the way, she still hadn't settled the score with that man for almost getting hit.

Tang Xin's eyes rolled around, and she gave a sweet smile before kicking the tire.

The man remained expressionless, but the manager raised his finger and pointed, "Hey—"

"This is for you almost bumping into me just now." Tang Xin turned and said to the man in sunglasses in the lobby.

When the man saw the girl brazenly hitting his private property in front of him, he instinctively walked out of the restaurant. He thought, she had clearly run a red light for some unknown reason, and he had honked the horn at her but she didn't hear it. Now she's complaining first, and it would have been fine if she had just complained, but she's also touching his car.

Tang Xin saw the man in sunglasses approaching her, and her mind suddenly cleared up. Although she'd named it a tractor, even a fool knew it wasn't worth the same as a tractor. If she were to pay for it, she wondered how many months' salary it would take. Thinking of this, Tang Xin's watery eyes widened, and after a moment's hesitation, she took off running towards her bike. She didn't dare look back once she got on top of it and fled.

The man walked to his car, squatted down, looked at his tires, and then looked at the girl's panicked figure disappearing. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth lifted up, revealing a soul-stirring smile.

Tang Xin got into the car in a state of shock and fear. Her feet seemed to have motors installed as she quickly fled from the crime scene. When she was sure that the other party had not caught up with her, she patted her chest with lingering fear, "What bad luck! Who did I run into?"

The car slowed down and my mind gradually became clearer. The next step was to report the situation to Director Zhang and ask whether Dingyueweixuan was feasible.

However, she murmured in her heart that even if she told Director Zhang, he would actually have to ask Principal Wang for instructions, and if the matter was not done, she would still be criticized.

Even if there was a mountain of swords ahead, she would still climb it barefoot. She stopped the car, scratched her forehead, and gritted her teeth to make a phone call.

But as soon as I took out my cell phone, the phone rang.

"Hello, who is this?" There was a column of unsigned numbers on the other end.

"Hello, Miss Tang, we are so sorry. We were negligent just now and misread your reservation. The luxury room you reserved is available." The caller was the receptionist at Shangyue Mansion.

"Really?" Tang Xin couldn't believe it and couldn't help but confirm. Hadn't they just said they didn't have a reservation for her?

"It was indeed our negligence. We are deeply sorry for the inconvenience caused to you." The receptionist was even more polite than when she saw her at Shangyue Mansion just now.

Happiness came too suddenly. She didn't have time to figure out why her reservation was misread or how she sorted everything out. In short, she only cared about the result and not the process.

"It's okay, it's okay, just figure it out." She couldn't contain her excitement.

"Apologies again for our mistakes. Goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Tang Xin clenched her fist and shook it hard, "That's great." A passerby suddenly looked over at her.

Tang Xin secretly stuck out her tongue at her own recklessness.