Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 954 - 479
"Could something have happened?"
Chen Xu’an stared at the phone screen, his face looking even grimmer.
The other members of the Chen Family glanced at each other, and the sound of whispered discussions gradually spread.
Lin Chuqiao’s eyes flickered slightly, and she lightly coughed to draw everyone’s attention.
She then pressed her fingertips together, muttering calculations like she was divining some mysterious hexagram.
Her breathing became gentle and slow, as she entered a profoundly mystic state.
Moments later, she suddenly opened her eyes, her expression changed slightly, and she spoke urgently:
"Not good, Chen Qiming might have a blood omen, and... it seems related to that Evil Spirit!"
"What?!"
Chen Xu’an was taken aback, almost blurting out.
Fang Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly and asked immediately:
"Where is he now?"
"I... don’t know."
Cold sweat broke out on Chen Xu’an’s forehead, his voice a bit trembling:
"However, Qiming usually likes to stay at the Haoting Hotel, where he has a long-term rented suite. If he’s not at home, he’d generally be resting there."
"Let’s go to the hotel."
Fang Cheng made a decisive decision and turned to leave.
Lin Chuqiao, Bai Ling, and Pan Wendi followed closely behind.
Seeing this, Chen Xu’an immediately instructed other family members to stay put and wait for news, only taking a few skilled members from within the family, quickly following along.
The group quickly left the hospital and headed straight for their vehicles.
Chen Xu’an personally drove, with Pan Wendi in the passenger seat, and Fang Cheng, Lin Chuqiao, and Bai Ling squeezed in the back seat.
The vehicle started, the engine roared, and soon it drove into the streets of the deep night.
At this hour, vehicles were sparse on the road, so Chen Xu’an floored the gas, causing the car to speed up.
The streetlights swept past like shooting stars, and the shadows of neon lights flickered rapidly on the glass.
The car interior was silent, and the atmosphere was somewhat heavy.
Fang Cheng quietly turned his head and leaned towards Lin Chuqiao’s ear, lowering his voice:
"Are you really sure?"
The warm breath sprayed near her ear, causing Lin Chuqiao’s earlobes to redden slightly, but she quickly returned to normal.
She turned her face, so close they could almost feel each other’s breath.
Lin Chuqiao blinked mischievously and whispered back:
"I’m not too sure, just felt that guy’s aura was dark, and his face exuded an evil vibe, not like something good, maybe giving him a scare isn’t bad."
Fang Cheng was struck speechless, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
Lin Chuqiao stuck out her tongue, her eyes carrying a bit of a teasing look.
Bai Ling beside them pretended not to hear anything, just pursed her lips trying not to laugh.
Outside the car window, the night was as deep as ink, even the starlight was obscured by thick clouds.
Just a few kilometers ahead, the tall building of Haoting Hotel already appeared faintly in view.
.........
Haoting Hotel, 39th floor, inside the presidential suite.
The sparkling crystal chandelier was not turned on, only a few wall lamps cast dim light, outlining the luxurious contours of the room.
On the carpet were scattered women’s high heels and men’s shirts, with a few crumpled intimate clothes thrown on the sofa.
The bedroom was filled with a rich perfume scent, mixed with the aroma of alcohol and hormones.
The bed was large enough to accommodate five or six people.
At the moment, Chen Qiming was lying in the middle of the bed, snoring.
He was only wearing shorts, revealing a pale body that lacked muscle definition, his chest rising and falling slightly with his breath.
On either side of him lay a woman.
They were both young, with beautiful faces, curvy figures, wearing revealing nightgowns, showing large areas of white skin.
One woman’s arm was casually draped over Chen Qiming’s chest, while the other was curled up beside him, breathing evenly, deeply asleep.
On the nightstand was a messy stack of hundred-dollar bills, alongside an opened box of condoms.
The phone discarded nearby had a lit screen, the missed call notifications standing out in the darkness.
"Mmm..."
Chen Qiming suddenly furrowed his brow, letting out a murmur, and his eyelids trembled as he slowly opened them.
The outline of the ceiling appeared blurry in the dark, with the headache from the hangover making his temples throb.
After shaking off some of the dizziness, he reached for his phone, squinting to check the time.
3:04.
As for the several missed calls displayed on the screen, he paid no attention.
Probably just family again asking where he was, urging him to stay in the Secret Realm.
Having barely escaped that damn place, how could he not enjoy a few days of carefree fun?
Chen Qiming licked his cracked lips, careful not to disturb the soft warmth beside him, lifting the silk quilt as he got out of bed.
Barefoot on the soft wool carpet, he swayed before finding his balance.
He then slowly walked to the living room, took a bottle of cold water from the bar fridge, unscrewed the cap, and chugged down more than half of it.
The cold liquid slid down his esophagus, finally quenching the internal heat.
Chen Qiming let out a comfortable burp, preparing to turn back to the room and continue sleeping.
A sudden chill emerged from behind, like a block of ice was pressed against his spine.
His movements froze, and he instinctively turned back to look at the large floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room.
The heavy velvet curtains blocked out the city night’s view, with no light seeping in.
Yet somehow, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something watching him from behind the curtains.
Hallucination?
Chen Qiming swallowed, his fingers tightening slightly around the water bottle.
After hesitating for a moment, he couldn’t resist the strange curiosity in his heart and took a step forward.
He reached out, grabbed the edge of the curtain, and yanked it open.
Whoosh—
The curtain slid to one side, and the magnificent night view flooded his eyes.