Chapter 82 — I'll Remember You! Although the bleeding from the wound on Yang Qiqi's leg had stopped, her body had not recovered, her face was still very pale, and she walked with a limp. Even so, she refused to stay in the room.
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Before the proprietress came up, Wei Zhao had opened the window to air the place out and let fresh air flow in, so the smell of Chinese medicine in the room was not very strong, and the proprietress hardly noticed it. The moment she stepped through the door, however, she was left gaping at the great patch of blood on the bed.
"You... this sheet?" The proprietress pointed at the sheet in astonishment, at a loss for words. She was too shocked, shocked beyond measure. She had already wickedly guessed that Yang Qiqi was experiencing her first time, which was why she limped, and now seeing the large bloodstains on the sheet only confirmed her wicked idea. Yet she thought to herself that this Wei Zhao had no tenderness for women. To make a first time so brutal, to the point of heavy bleeding, did he mean to kill someone? If someone died in her inn, she would be in miserable luck.
At this thought the proprietress's face darkened. A single sheet cost dozens of yuan. The little she earned from the room fee would leave almost nothing once the sheet was paid for.
"How did you make such a mess of the room?" the proprietress asked with a cold face.
"Sorry, I will pay whatever it costs." Wei Zhao could hardly explain, so he told the proprietress directly that he would compensate at full price.
Since Wei Zhao had already offered compensation, the proprietress naturally would say no more. She thought to herself that the boy was sensible enough, or else the nasty words she had ready would have been waiting to cut him down.
After inspecting the fittings in the room, the proprietress said, "One disposable towel, forty yuan, one bedsheet, sixty yuan, one hundred in all."
"All right." Wei Zhao nodded. The proprietress was not too ruthless. This kind of white sheet, bought in bulk, would cost thirty yuan apiece. She was selling him one for sixty, the same as the towel, merely doubling the price.
Seeing how readily Wei Zhao agreed, the proprietress would say nothing more. "Then come downstairs with me and settle the bill. You rested in the room for five hours, so I have to charge you for a full day, sixty yuan. You put down a hundred as deposit before, so just give me another sixty and we are even."
Wei Zhao nodded, went downstairs, took out the money and gave it to the proprietress, then turned to leave.
"Wait," the proprietress called after Wei Zhao.
"Is there anything else?" Wei Zhao turned back to ask, thinking to himself that perhaps the proprietress felt the deal was unprofitable and wanted to squeeze another sum out of him.
"That girl you brought just now asked for your name when she left, and I told her," the proprietress said, seeing how straightforward Wei Zhao had been, kindly giving him a word of warning.
By instinct, the two of them could never be lovers, which was why the proprietress said those extra words.
"Ah?" Wei Zhao smiled bitterly. He wanted no further connection with that woman assassin, yet he had never expected that she would memorize his name on her way out. Most likely, there would be more trouble ahead.
Out of the inn, Wei Zhao looked at the time. It was already past two in the afternoon, and he had not eaten lunch, though to Wei Zhao a single meal was not very important.
Wei Zhao hailed a taxi, and after getting in he said to the driver, "To First High School."
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