Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 512 - 511: Don’t Force Me to Beg You

Chapter 512: Chapter 511: Don’t Force Me to Beg You

"Hezi! It’s all over! I’ve caused a disaster! How much money will this cost? Will they kick us out? Would writing a 10,000-character self-criticism be of any use?"

Wen Lan was drenched by the water and couldn’t open her eyes, panic filled her voice.

While toweling off her hair, Wang Shumei said, "We wanted to wash up just now, but as soon as we touched it, it started spraying water, and we couldn’t shut it off..."

Her voice was relatively calm, but there was also a hint of panic in her eyes.

Lin Nianhe said, "Sister Lan, first take your hand away, covering it won’t help, just let the water flow down. You two change into dry clothes, I’ll go find the hotel’s maintenance staff." She paused, then added, "Don’t worry, this hotel has been operating for seven or eight years, it’s normal for the hardware to age, it’s no big problem."

Lin Nianhe wasn’t sure if the hotel at that time had an independent water valve, and she didn’t want to venture into that splashy area—she hadn’t worn a skirt for nearly a year, and now that she had it on for just ten minutes, she didn’t want to change out of it.

Thinking this, Lin Nianhe took a few steps back.

"It’s really not a problem or you’re just pretending it’s not a problem? Don’t lie to me... If anything goes wrong, you can push it onto me, if they want to send me away it’s fine, since I’m useless here anyway."

Wen Lan spoke skeptically, her hands slowly relaxing their grip. Without the hands blocking, the water flowed smoothly into the drain, no longer spouting wildly.

"Who said you’re useless? You are the most useful." Lin Nianhe gave her a reassuring look, "You two don’t worry about it, change your clothes, and I’ll go find someone."

The maintenance staff arrived quickly and fixed the old leaky faucet. Under Wen Lan’s and Wang Shumei’s worried gazes, instead of asking them for compensation, he apologized and even brought them a plate of fruit.

"So, it really wasn’t us who broke it?"

Wen Lan took a big bite of an apple, still somewhat in disbelief about the experience.

"Even if it was you who broke it, there’s no need to worry too much. This is a hotel, they’re in business, if you really broke something, you just compensate at the market price, what else could they do, beat you up?" Lin Nianhe said carelessly, sitting on the sofa.

Wen Lan took a deep breath, finally noticing Lin Nianhe’s outfit.

She curiously walked over, and teasingly flicked a strand of hair: "Hezi, why are you dressed up like a capitalist’s daughter?"

"It’s not just me, when you and Sister Shumei are done bathing, you’ll also have to dress up nicely."

"What? I don’t want to!"

"Don’t want to? That’s not up to you."

"What will you do?"

"My ’pirate ship’ is not something you get on when you want and leave when you like. Comrade Wen Lan, I advise you not to refuse the toast only to drink the forfeit... Don’t force me to beg you!"

Lin Nianhe crossed her arms, chin slightly lifted, showing the cockiest posture as she said the weakest words.

Wen Lan looked at Lin Nianhe, then threw her slippers back where they belonged.

Lin Nianhe patted her chest.

That was close.

...

The foreign merchants coming to the Trade Fair are ranked as well, the better ones can stay at Sui City Hotel, enjoying comfortable accommodations, and the hotel’s restaurant even provides Western meals and afternoon tea.

Those less fortunate could only stay in small guest houses temporarily approved for hosting foreign visitors, crowding several people into one room. For meals, they had to go out to outside restaurants, and even if they could only munch on their own bread due to different taste preferences, they couldn’t even close their room doors when inside, and there were always people patrolling the corridors.

Besides the foreign merchants, merchants from Xiangjiang were also an important part, and Minister Huang let slip unintentionally that there were six groups of Xiangjiang merchants staying in Sui City Hotel.

At two-thirty in the afternoon, Lin Nianhe, along with Wen Lan and Wang Shumei, both nicely dressed in blazers, went to the restaurant together.

It was tea time at the moment, and there were many people in the restaurant. Most had arrived in the past two days and had been seeing each other’s faces as they dined, so the sudden appearance of three new and pretty girls caught the attention of many, and they couldn’t help but give them a few extra glances.

"Hezi, I feel uncomfortable with them staring at me like this."

Wen Lan whispered to Lin Nianhe.

Before they left, Lin Nianhe made two requests to Wen Lan—speak quietly and don’t swear.

Lin Nianhe, arm in arm with her, approached with a light smile and whispered as if they were sisters gossiping: "Sister Lan, hang in there. Just pretend they’re all cabbages!"

Wen Lan: "A bunch of cabbages sitting around the table, isn’t that even more creepy?"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

She felt somewhat at a loss to persuade further.

Fortunately, they quickly took their seats. Wang Shumei considerately let Wen Lan sit by the window, trying her best to shield her from prying eyes.

Their seats had been reserved early in the morning, specially arranged by Minister Huang to be the best spot in the entire restaurant.

Others looked at them with even more curiosity.

They had wanted to sit there when they arrived, but were told by the staff that the seats were reserved. They had assumed it was for representatives of some major company, but to their surprise, three girls who looked to be just eighteen or nineteen years old sat down.

Lin Nianhe treated those stares as if they were air, and ordered a standard British afternoon tea for themselves.

"Thank you, much appreciated," Lin Nianhe said to the staff with a gentle smile. "Could we also have a copy of the newspaper?"

"Of course, please wait a moment."

Before long, the tea and pastries were served, along with three copies of the day’s newspaper.

Wang Shumei took a sip of her tea with nervousness so intense she couldn’t taste it. Holding her cup, she said quietly, "Nianhe, why do I feel like we are dressed even more foreign than the foreign guests?"

"Our goals are different," Lin Nianhe whispered back. "We’re here to showcase the Head Flower, acting as a mobile display. Just see yourself as a peacock spreading its tail feathers."

Wang Shumei took a deep breath and whispered back, "Alright then."

"Don’t be nervous. On our own turf, could we really be bullied by a bunch of foreigners?"

These words didn’t comfort Wang Shumei; instead, they fired up Wen Lan.

Yeah, it was their country. How could they let foreigners bully them?

Sister Lan straightened her back, and her defiant aura suddenly became unstoppable.

Lin Nianhe chatted with them intermittently, primarily discussing what Uncle Wong and Niuwa were up to. They laughed discreetly, and if you didn’t listen to the conversation, they indeed resembled a gathering of young ladies from a noble family.

While sipping tea, Lin Nianhe heard footsteps gradually approaching, heavy, with large strides—likely a man.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, a man in a suit stopped by their table. He looked to be in his early twenties, with black hair, yellow skin, and handsome features with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

He had on gold-rimmed glasses and a courteous smile.

"Miss, hello, I’m Shen Hongzun. Where do you all come from?"

Shen Hongzun naturally mistook Lin Nianhe and her company for people from Xiangjiang. There weren’t many merchants from Xiangjiang who could stay at the Sui City Hotel, and he knew most of them. However, he had never seen these three beautiful girls before, and he was really curious.

Especially since his family’s patriarch had been urging him to get married recently. If it was this girl before him...

Hearing his name, a flash of surprise crossed Lin Nianhe’s eyes.

The Xiangjiang Shen Family, huh? Her luck was just too good.

Lin Nianhe smiled and stood up, responding in equally authentic Cantonese, "The Lin Family in Beijing, my father is Lin Binghui."

Shen Hongzun was stunned for a moment, and when he realized who the girl’s father was, a flicker of terror immediately surged in his eyes.

He felt relieved—thank goodness he hadn’t spoken his thoughts aloud just now!