CHAPTER 517: PRINCESS SYNDROME AND PRINCESS DESTINY

As the only seven-star hotel in Chunzhou, the lobby of the Beiqi Hotel was decorated in utmost luxury and grandeur.

In front of the revolving doors, four doormen dressed in red uniforms stood on each side, each standing at a height of 1.85 meters, with peaked caps, gold belts, and black boots, exuding an air of sharpness and vigor.

A Hummer stopped in front of the revolving doors.

The doormen, accustomed to welcoming and sending off luxury cars daily, were still struck by the sight of the wild Hummer.

This type of car had become quite rare.

It looked like a modified vehicle, and the owner must have refined taste.

Acting before thinking, one doorman respectfully stepped forward, about to open the car door, when both the passenger and driver side doors swung open simultaneously, and two men strode down.

"Do you gentlemen need valet service?"

Bi Xing took out his badge. "Police work."

For the first time, the group felt unsure of themselves.

"Call someone responsible from your hotel here."

The manager of Beiqi Hotel arrived immediately after receiving the message.

Bi Xing wasted no time with unnecessary words and pulled out a photograph. "Have you seen this person?"

The manager took a glance—it was a grainy surveillance screenshot. Despite the blurry image, the manager, who greeted countless people daily, had a keen eye.

The manager’s gaze flickered slightly. "I... I don’t recognize him. Officer, if I may ask, what did the person in the photo do?"

The manager didn’t realize that every subtle change in his expression had been caught by a pair of cold eyes.

Bi Xing kept a stern demeanor. "Not familiar?"

Years of interrogating criminals had developed an intimidation that the manager couldn’t endure.

"I... I remember now. He’s the bodyguard of the female guest in the presidential suite."

When she checked into the hotel, even the headquarters of the hotel group made a special call to ensure she was given special attention.

To put it bluntly, even the dog of someone like her wasn’t someone the manager could afford to offend.

Bi Xing glanced at Xiang Chenyan—this wasn’t an ordinary identity, as expected.

Xiang Chenyan’s expression remained unchanged. "Take me to see him."

The manager, trembling with fear, led the two men to the elevator. Once their backs were turned, he subtly pulled out his phone. Before he could send the message, an outstretched hand from the side caught him.

"Trying to tip someone off, huh?"

The manager’s face instantly turned pale. "Officer, you’ve misunderstood me."

Bi Xing snatched the phone and glanced at the intended recipient, letting out a cold laugh. "Harboring a criminal—you’re quite bold."

The manager begged for mercy, "Officer, I realize my mistake! I’ll never do it again."

"Spill everything about this guest in the presidential suite—her name, where she’s from, and every detail you can give me."

The manager no longer dared to conceal anything and revealed everything he knew.

"I truly don’t know her name. She’s a young woman, around sixteen or seventeen, gentle and beautiful, clearly raised in a wealthy household. Currently, most of the hotel’s guests are high school students from Jingzhou attending the winter camp. You can investigate that easily."

Bi Xing frowned. "It’s a national regulation for hotels to require real-name registration for check-ins. You’re telling me you don’t know her name?"

"Officer, you’re mistaken. The young lady places a lot of importance on privacy. When she checked in, the information was registered under a different identity. But I once heard her classmates call her Sister Yu. I assume her surname is Yu. Beyond that, I know nothing."

Xiang Chenyan, who had been silent all along, suddenly asked, "Yu as in the ’remaining’ from ’remaining life,’ or Yu as in the ’Yu’ from ’Yu Meiren’?"

The manager shook his head. "That I don’t know."

"What’s the surname of the girl she’s with?"

This, the manager knew. "It’s Jing—the ’Jing’ from ’scenery.’ They’re siblings."

Xiang Chenyan’s gaze turned deep and brooding.

As expected, it was her.

Bi Xing sensed something amiss and lowered his voice to ask, "Boss, do you know her?"

Xiang Chenyan pressed the elevator button and stopped one floor before the intended destination.

"You head back first."

Bi Xing froze. "Boss, what do you mean?"

Xiang Chenyan looked at him intently. "I said you should head back first."

Pressing his lips together, Bi Xing silently exited the elevator.

The elevator doors slowly closed in front of him.

Xiang Chenyan’s already expressionless and handsome face seemed to turn even colder.

Bi Xing had a sharp instinct that this case was troublesome—and the suspect might be someone even Captain Xiang didn’t dare provoke.

Yu Ruohuan wasn’t in the best of moods.

This winter camp wasn’t going to yield impressive results for her.

If she couldn’t stand out, she would lose her advantage in joining the Young Talent Class.

What annoyed her even more was why Gu Bichen was getting close to that person.

Didn’t he know who he was? How dare he associate with such lowly people.

But it didn’t matter—soon, he would realize that those born with lowly fates would inevitably return to their predestined tracks.