h4Chapter 310: Chapter 310: I think I just saw my husband just now/h4

    Since she ran into Miyata, it suggested that mafia members were likely active in this area. Based on the conversation she overheard with Mo Qian, she could vaguely guess that Mo Qian and his team’s reason foring here had something to do with those mafia members.

    If she secretly followed Miyata, might she discover something?

    Thinking of this, Ji Wei hurriedly lifted her head to look at the red numbers rising beside the elevator.

    Before long, the numbers stopped at the 25th floor.

    Ji Wei quietly noted the number to herself, then began walking toward the reception desk. Knowing the floor wasn’t enough—she still needed to find the specific room number Miyata was staying in.

    Ji Wei had only taken a few steps when she saw Nami walking toward her, heels clicking on the floor.

    "Miss Ji, where are you headed?" Nami greeted her with some surprise.

    "Nami, I just thought I saw my husband." Ji Wei felt a sudden inspiration upon seeing Nami. If she could get Nami to help, it would save her a lot of time searching on her own.

    And so, she lied.

    Nami was visibly taken aback, then excited. "Really? Where is he now?"

    Ji Wei pointed toward the elevator. "I saw him walk into the elevator. I wanted to follow him, but the doors closed before I could. He must be staying in your hotel. Can you help me check which room he’s in?"

    Nami hesitated and looked uneasy.

    Room information was confidential, and as an employee here, she could not divulge it casually.

    Ji Wei saw through her hesitation and quickly added, "Actually, I had a fight with my husband, and now he’s avoiding me, even refusing to answer my calls. I just want to talk things out with him." Ji Wei begged her with a pleading expression. "Can’t you help me, just this once?"

    Nami softened at her words, paused for a moment, and finally relented. "Alright. Tell me his name."

    "Miyata Ichiro."

    Nami’s eyes widened in surprise. "Your husband is Japanese?"

    Ji Wei nodded.

    Nami was efficient. In no time, she found the room number: 2507.

    Ji Wei thanked Nami sincerely.

    "Go talk things through with your husband. You’re a couple—there’s no problem you can’t ovee together." Nami smiled, lightly patting Ji Wei’s shoulder before turning back to her post.

    ...

    25th floor of the hotel.

    The door to Room 2507 was suddenly knocked on by a man.

    After a moment, the door opened, revealing Miyata Ichiro standing there, shirtless and visibly annoyed.

    The man said something to Miyata as he spoke, his gaze wandering into the room.

    From beneath the bedcovers, four pale, slender legs were partially exposed. The man’s eyes immediately took on a lecherous gleam, and he teased Miyata with a crude remark. Miyata’s expression stiffened slightly.

    Perhaps due to the urgency of the matter, Miyata didn’t linger. He pulled the man inside the room and shut the door firmly.

    A few minutester, Miyata exited the room alone, now impably dressed, and headed in the direction of the elevator.

    In the hallway, a cleaner dressed in uniform appeared to be diligently pushing a cleaning cart and wiping surfaces. Although her face was concealed by a mask, her striking eyes asionally and deliberately followed Miyata’s departing figure.

    Once the man had entered the elevator, the cleaner abruptly halted her wiping and hurried toward the elevator.

    Just as the elevator doors were about to close, the cleaner slipped inside.

    Miyata’s irritation at someone wasting his time was in to see. His cold, sharp gaze swept over the cleaner.

    The cleaner immediately bowed and apologized, saying, "su mi ma sen (sorry)." She appeared extremely intimidated, pressing herself against the elevator’s side and keeping her head lowered, avoiding directly meeting his gaze.

    Miyata greatly enjoyed the fear others disyed toward him. A smug and cynical smirk spread across his lips, and he decided not to pursue the matter.