Chapter 95: A Video Flies Over

He didn't dare to imagine what would have happened last night if the two of them had passports.

He tapped at his phone screen again and again, the smiling face beneath the pineapple-yellow hair beaming like a flower.

He opened the keyboard and commented: "Do they have takoyaki in Phuket?"

"Damn! Does this guy have some kind of problem? I gave him so many free tickets, and he's being passive-aggressive with me!"

In the hotel room, He Huanhuan was so angry she kicked at the air.

When she'd sold him the grand prize, she'd clearly told him she didn't have a passport, so she couldn't go.

And now he was asking her a question like that—what a jerk!

Meili leaned over to look: "What's going on?"

The moment she saw the comment on the Moments post, Meili was furious: "Holy crap! What a piece of trash! Video-call him, we'll curse him out!"

The video call went through instantly, and Qi Yuan, sitting in the passenger seat, was completely caught off guard.

She was video-calling him?

He fumbled and shoved the phone back to Qi Jin, who looked totally confused: "Huh? Why is that little girl video-calling me?"

Maybe she couldn't come to Sawa, so she wanted to video-call and see what Sawa looked like?

Without a second thought, he hit accept, and the screen exploded with a burst of peach-pink and a deafening: "You piece of trash!"

"Huh?"

Qi Jin was baffled: "Why are you cursing at me?"

Qi Meili pressed her face against the camera, fuming: "Why did you comment that on our Huanhuan's Moments? Are you proud that we can't go to Sawa?"

The camera distortion made her eyes look enormous, and Qi Jin couldn't help but click his tongue: "I didn't comment—my brother was messing with my phone. Probably he commented."

The phone was shoved back to Qi Yuan, who came face-to-face with a giant fly-eye on the screen... "..."

"Brother~"

Qi Meili's face changed instantly: "Brother, where did you buy your glasses? So classy~"

Qi Yuan: "..."

"Ooh, a handsome guy? Let me see."

The pineapple-yellow hair came barreling into the frame: "Whoa! A cool guy with glasses, not bad!"

Qi Yuan: "...Hi."

He Huanhuan asked him: "Why are you being passive-aggressive with me?"

Qi Yuan was embarrassed: "That's not what I meant..."

"Then what did you mean?"

Qi Yuan was at a loss for words: "...I'm sorry."

Commenting once on someone's Moments, and a video call came flying in.

He'd never experienced anything like this before, and it left him a bit overwhelmed.

Qi Jin caught a glimpse of his brother's awkward expression and couldn't help snickering—it was nice to see his big brother finally meet his match.

"Wow! What's that next to you? Is that a street in Sawa?"

He Huanhuan screamed in delight: "Quick! Turn the camera to the side and show me! I want to see the street outside!"

...

So rude?

He obediently turned the camera outward, and the exotic, foreign-style street was instantly revealed on screen.

The other end erupted in a chorus of "oohs" and "aahs."

He Huanhuan: "Wow! So pretty!"

Qi Meili: "Wow! A handsome guy just flashed by! So hot!"

"..."

Ten minutes passed, and the video still hadn't ended. Qi Yuan said: "We need to go watch the show."

So, they could hang up now.

The two faces on screen lit up even brighter: "Is it the human drumming thing? We want to see that too!"

Qi Meili the greedy girl laughed: "Make sure you show me the good stuff—I only watch the good stuff!"

Qi Yuan: "..."

These two—why couldn't they take a hint?

He took them through a ladyboy show too, then looked at the camera: "We need to go back to the hotel."

Now it was really time to hang up.

The two on screen looked even more eager: "Is it the one with the pool? Take us to see it!"

Qi Yuan: "...Fine."

When the car pulled into the hotel parking lot, Qi Yuan hesitated for a moment—Little Left and Little Right were still in the trunk...

Before he could overthink it, Qi Jin directly opened the trunk and hauled the two of them out.

Qi Yuan: ...His video call was still connected!

On screen, Qi Meili was stunned: "Why is your brother escorting them like that?"

He Huanhuan nodded knowingly: "His brother is a cop. That's what they call cross-border police work!"

Qi Meili had an epiphany: "No wonder they could afford such an expensive travel package—work is reimbursing them, right?"

That explained it—why their used items sold the second they posted them online.

Turns out, they were spending the company's money.

Qi Yuan smiled helplessly. He didn't even need to come up with an excuse—they'd rationalized it all on their own.

What a pair of innocent souls.

Holding the phone up, he walked back to the room and gave them a thorough tour—the room, the pool, even the bathroom.

Finally satisfied, the two grinned and thanked him: "You're a sweetheart, hot guy."

His lips unconsciously curved up: "No problem. If you want to see more, I can show you around."

He Huanhuan perked up: "Really? Actually, I'd love to see the hotel lobby!"

...

He'd just been being polite.

But he got up and headed downstairs to the lobby anyway.

In the first-floor lobby, Liang Zheng sat waiting on the sofa in a sharply tailored black suit.

He'd come straight to the lobby after the meeting ended at four in the afternoon, but still no one had shown up.

He opened Liweiquan's official website once more and clicked the lottery page, which detailed the seven-day ultimate experience for the grand prize.

He clicked on day two's itinerary and confirmed it was indeed this hotel.

He turned off his phone and continued to wait patiently.

He didn't notice that in front of him, a man in gold-rimmed glasses had a phone screen flashing past a peach-pink face—the very face he'd been waiting for all afternoon.

And today's wait was destined to be in vain.

Also waiting anxiously was Han Mo, back at the office.

He'd compensated everyone who needed compensating and reassured everyone who needed reassuring.

At 5:30 in the afternoon, he finally had a moment of peace.

He immediately opened his phone and tapped on He Huanhuan's chat: [Having fun these past couple of days?]

No reply. He thought for a moment, then continued:

[Did you see the show? Was it good?]

[Buy any souvenirs?]

[How's the food? To your taste?]

[Sawa durian is amazing—did you try it?]

...

Over a dozen messages sent, and not a single reply in return.

He opened his phone, then closed it again, completely unable to focus on anything else.

A minute later, he opened his phone once more and transferred some money to her.

Still no reply.

Panic set in. He immediately tried video-calling He Huanhuan, but the line was busy.

Busy?

She was on a video call with someone?

Wasn't she on vacation?

His eyes flickered, and he immediately called Liang Ye.

"Hey, Han Mo, why are you calling me?"

Not video-chatting with him after all. Han Mo's expression softened just a fraction: "Wrong number. Bye."

The call was hung up in a second, and Liang Ye was baffled: "How weird."

It wasn't like Han Mo knew he was about to win Employee of the Year and was jealous, right?

Jealousy was useless—his excellence shone bright, and no one could compare!