After transmigrating into the book, she clung tightly to her captain husband and wouldn't let g

Song Qianyi once drugged him, intending to give him to another woman.

Although it didn't work out in the end, the fact remains, and there's even a recording.

He was sad and bothered.

He even wanted Song Qianyi to experience that feeling.

He didn't know why he was like this.

He was just a wife he had temporarily put together with, and at most they had only had physical contact. Even if she did those foolish things, he didn't need to be angry.

Because he felt that Song Qianyi was an insignificant woman.

But why get angry? Why mind?

Because Song Qianyi is not an insignificant person to him?

……

Song Qianyi lay on the bed, her mind blank.

"You're playing the clown again, Song Qianyi."

No one responded in the quiet room.

"hehe!"

Song Qianyi felt like she was going crazy.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door.

Someone stopped her from going crazy.

Song Qianyi didn't want to pay attention, but the person at the door kept knocking, so she had no choice but to get up and open the door.

At the entrance, the receptionist greeted her with a sweet smile: "Hello, Ms. Song."

It wasn't the receptionist who helped Song Qianyi during the day.

"What's wrong?" Song Qianyi asked.

"When the housekeeper came to clean this afternoon, they mentioned that the sink in your room was in danger of falling off at any moment. To prevent it from affecting your stay, we'll arrange for you to change rooms free of charge. Is that alright?" The receptionist's smile was impeccable.

Song Qianyi scratched her head.

Did she have the room cleaned this afternoon?

"it is good."

Song Qianyi didn't want any accidents to happen while she was sleeping or using the sink, so she accepted the front desk's arrangement, packed her things, and went to the new room with the room card left by the front desk.

She opened the door, went inside, turned on the light, and saw a bed that had clearly been slept on. Song Qianyi was displeased and immediately called the front desk: "Have someone come up here."

She was already in a bad mood these past few days, and when she saw the receptionist rushing over, she became even more rude: "You told me to change rooms, but you gave me a room that hasn't been cleaned yet?"

The receptionist glanced inside and immediately began apologizing profusely: "I'm so sorry, Ms. Song, it was our oversight. We apologize for the inconvenience this has caused you. We've upgraded your room free of charge. I'll take you there now."

The other party's attitude was so good that even though Song Qianyi was in a bad mood, she wasn't the type to pester them, so she went to the room with the receptionist.

It's right opposite 9056, 9058.

Song Qianyi didn't know if Ji Jingshen had left, but she couldn't rule out the possibility that he was still there. Not wanting to run into him when she opened the door tomorrow, she asked the front desk, "Are there any other rooms available?"

"There are only two deluxe suites available, Miss Song."

"Then there's no need to upgrade the room type, just give me the original one," Song Qianyi said, adding, "I don't want this floor."

The receptionist was flustered, holding the room key with a very cautious expression. "Ms. Song, are you not satisfied with our arrangements? You can make any requests you may have."

Song Qianyi sighed and said, "Open the door."

She had worked before and didn't want to make things difficult for the receptionist.

Not long after Song Qianyi entered the room, there was a knock on the door. When she opened it, Lin Wanqing was standing outside, followed by the receptionist.

This time, the one who came to the front desk with her was the same one who had helped Song Qianyi that afternoon.

Those who are good will not come, and those who come will be unkind.

Song Qianyi leaned against the doorway, her tone languid: "What is it now?"

"Miss Song, please give my things back to me." Lin Wanqing reached out her hand to Song Qianyi, getting straight to the point.

Song Qianyi looked at her empty palm, then at Lin Wanqing, puzzled: "What is that?"

"My things!" Lin Wanqing raised her voice: "My necklace, it was a coming-of-age gift from my father, worth 500,000 yuan, please return it to me."

"You lost your necklace and went to the police, why are you coming to me? I haven't been to your room." Song Qianyi found it amusing. She didn't even know which room Lin Wanqing's was, how could she possibly go to her room to get something?

She scoffed lightly: "A necklace worth 500,000 is nothing to me."

The receptionist looked conflicted and whispered, "Ms. Song, we've checked the security footage. She only went in and out of Ms. Lin's room."

After he finished speaking, there was silence all around.

Lin Wanqing's smugness deepened: "Miss Song, please return the necklace to me."

“I didn’t take your necklace.” A possibility suddenly flashed through Song Qianyi’s mind. She said to the receptionist, “Call your colleague up. She’s the one who wanted to change my room. This room is the one she arranged for me.”

"I've always been the only one at the front desk; there are no other colleagues," the receptionist said.

I fell silent.

"Miss Song, I know you really like that necklace, but please return it to me."

“I didn’t take it, and the necklace isn’t with me.” Song Qianyi narrowed her eyes slightly: “The surveillance footage should show a receptionist next to me. Go and find that person; she can testify for me.”

“Song Qianyi, you really won’t admit it until you see the coffin. Our hotel doesn’t have that receptionist at all. I now have reason to suspect that person is your accomplice, and maybe he’s hiding in your room right now,” Lin Wanqing said.

Song Qianyi suddenly understood.

The sudden room change tonight might be Lin Wanqing's doing. Changing rooms in the middle was to create the illusion that she had been to her room, making it easier to frame her now.

She was certain that the person who replaced the receptionist was not a thief, because if she were, she wouldn't have gone to the trouble of leading her to change rooms.

"what happened?"

Ji Jingshen's cold voice rang out, and everyone turned to look at him.

He must be resting; he was wearing a bathrobe, his black hair hanging down to cover his forehead, lacking the sharpness of the day and adding a touch of ordinariness.

But his expression didn't seem like he was easy to talk to.

"Mr. Ji, Miss Song accidentally took my necklace, and I'm asking her to return it to me now!"

After Lin Wanqing finished explaining, her tone suddenly became sharp when she spoke to Song Qianyi again: "Miss Song, if you didn't take my necklace, then let us search the room. Although it may be offensive, that necklace is very important to me, and I have to do it even if it offends you."

“Let them in to search. Who knows if someone will sneak something in and frame me?” Song Qianyi refused to back down.

She glanced at the silent Ji Jingshen, who stood at the door, neither intending to ignore the situation nor to intervene.

With a silent sigh, she pointed to the front desk and said, "I only trust you. Go inside and look."

The receptionist went in as instructed.

Everyone else stood at the door, watching the receptionist search every corner.

During this time, the staff member who came with Lin Wanqing felt that the front desk was turning things over too slowly, but Song Qianyi stopped her, saying, "It's not your necklace, what's the rush?"

Lin Wanqing gritted her teeth and glared fiercely at Song Qianyi.

This Song Qianyi is indeed cunning; she actually anticipated her plans.

However, she has more than one trick up her sleeve.

The receptionist couldn't find the necklace and shook his head at everyone.

"Are you satisfied?"