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TL: Zhao
Editing: Krisaia

Chen Quan silently ate his fried rice that he somehow was able to order at a French restaurant. Only someone who loved the “old times” like Chen Quan could bear to do such a borderline outlandish thing.

“Sir, I’ve been meaning to return your card before, but couldn’t find you in your room…” A waiter approached Li Yiming and said politely. 

“Oh, thank you. You’ve done the transfer?” Li Yiming put down his utensils, wiped his mouth and picked up the bank card from the plate the waiter presented to him.

“Yes, sir. Here’s the receipt.” The waiter pointed at a small paper slip on his plate. 

Li Yiming picked up the paper slip and glanced at it. ‘It’s all in English? At least I recognize the numbers…’ 

“I’ve kept your room number confidential from the lady in order to protect your privacy. However, I did take note of hers…” The...