When the front desk staff heard the words "adjust monitoring", they wanted to refuse immediately.
The erotic news about a female college student and a professor is so popular that many tabloid reporters have been visiting major hotels recently. Wen Siheng is not the first person to come and ask for surveillance footage.
But when she raised her head and met his deep eyes, which were so clear without any impurities and his attitude was very sincere, he looked like a loving husband searching for his wife's lost necklace. For a moment, the staff was stunned and didn't know how to refuse.
Knowing that his plan had succeeded, Wen Siheng immediately took out his mobile phone and opened the consumption records at Hotel H a week ago.
After telling him what he said, he was invited to wait on the sofa on one side of the hall. The staff turned around and immediately dialed the internal phone number of the security department.
"Mr. Wen." The staff member interrupted him while he was calmly flipping through the newspaper.
Wen Siheng put down the newspaper and raised his eyes to look at the person coming.
"The Security Department has retrieved the surveillance video from that night. Please follow my colleagues to confirm it."
"Excuse me." Wen Siheng stood up, and the height of the hotel front desk staff barely reached his shoulders.
The topic of discussion in the tea room of Hotel H's service department that day: Good-looking and affectionate high-quality men will not be lost in the marriage market.
At that time, he took Jian Anran back to the room where she had been staying before, so he did not stay in the hotel lobby for long.
The entire journey between Jian Anran and him from getting off the bus to the elevator only took two minutes and forty-five seconds.
There were almost no other guests in the hotel lobby in the early hours of the morning. Wen Siheng looked through it twice from beginning to end and still couldn't see anything out of the ordinary.
"Wait." Just when the staff wanted to turn off the monitoring, Wen Siheng stopped him.
"Please zoom in on this area." He pointed to the coffee shop on the east side of the lobby at the edge of the surveillance screen.
Far away and at the edge of the picture, half of the lights in the late-night cafe were turned off, and after the picture was enlarged eight times, only a mass of color remained.
But he could clearly see that it was a blue and white dress.
I met Xiangyi in the restaurant yesterday, wearing the same one.
The perpetrator of the farce is ready to be revealed, and the answer is right before our eyes.
He took out the USB flash drive in his pocket and asked, "Can you please copy this video to me?"
The staff was puzzled. Since nothing was found, according to regulations, the hotel's surveillance video cannot be freely released to anyone.
"There is no one else in the picture. I want to leave a souvenir."
Such an affectionate man, so moved by their love, the staff immediately copied the video file.
The graduate student office of the Department of Architecture of Luohan University is on the eighth floor of the department building. He raised his hand and looked at the time. It was almost lunch time, and Wen Siheng still planned to go back.
Putting down his briefcase, he found an empty table and sat down at random. He turned on his computer and checked the documents he was preparing for review again.
"Teacher, haven't you gotten off work yet?" Xiangyi pushed open the door and came in with a pile of model materials.
Wen Siheng looked up and saw a pink and white plaid dress.
"Well, come back and take care of some things."
Xiangyi said "Oh" and casually arranged the model materials in front of the large conference table.
"Can I ask the teacher something?" Xiangyi's voice was already very sweet. He turned his back to Wen Siheng and kept his tone very soft, as if he was charming.
"you say."
Xiangyi turned his head and took a look. Wen Siheng looked directly at the computer screen in front of him without looking up.
"Does the teacher have a girlfriend?" she asked tentatively.
The graduate student's office faces north, and the sun sets in the west, making the room half dark. For a moment, the air flow in the huge office seems to be stagnant, even though it is only September and it is a bit cool.
The other party didn't respond to him for a long time. Xiangyi was very flustered and was about to apologize for his rashness.
"No." Wen Siheng's voice was very low.
Wife, shouldn’t she be considered a girlfriend?
"Fortunately." Xiangyi said so quietly that Wen Siheng didn't hear it.
Since returning to China, at every dinner party his parents forced him to attend, there would be uncles and aunts who drank to the point of drunkenness, holding wine glasses and enthusiastically trying to introduce him to someone.
Is it illegal to be single? Wen Siheng is troubled by such topics.
Unable to resist his parents who were eager to hold their grandson as soon as possible, he finally nodded and agreed to participate in the blind date.
What Jian Anran didn't know was that that day was not his first blind date.
He had met several girls before, and none of them were dignified and well-spoken.
If there is anything wrong with them, there is nothing wrong with them.
However, he was born in an intellectual family, and both his parents were well-known professors in their respective fields. Throughout his journey, from junior high school to high school, and then to bachelor's, master's and doctoral studies, Wen Siheng has always been "other people's children."
He has been influenced by his loving parents since he was a child, so he doesn't have much resistance to marriage.
It's just that his growth process was so stereotyped that it can be said that there were no surprises.
It was an accident that I met Jian Anran for the first time in a western restaurant that day.
Under the arrangement of his parents, he was arranged to go on a blind date as soon as he returned to China. Later, Wen Siheng was so exhausted that he didn't even bother to ask the other person's name and went straight to the scene.
It is undeniable that Jian Anran's special dress that day did have a big visual impact on him.
Other girls more or less intentionally hide their true selves, wearing decent skirts or decent clothes, and deliberately leaving behind the image of themselves as good wives, loving mothers, marriageable and family-oriented during their conversations.
The first moment Jian Anran walked in, she almost had "Don't mess with me, I haven't had enough fun" plastered on her face.
It was the first time that he admired a girl from the bottom of his heart. He even felt that it would be possible if the person he wanted to marry was her.
If the blind date stops here, he can spend more time on his career.
But whether Jian Anran refused to give her a mobile phone number or was forced to get a three-piece hat, sunglasses and mask set on the day of the marriage certificate, it was obvious that the other party was at least not interested in marriage.
He originally thought that the other party was not interested in him as a person, but the hotel episode that was even on the hot search wavered his mind a little bit.
The office door was pushed open again, and the students in his group came in.
"Hey, professor, do you want to come to dinner too?" the girl asked curiously.
"Dinner?" Wen Siheng didn't respond.
"There have been so many messages in the work group these days that it has been buried. We all go to dinner together every Monday. Professor, if you haven't eaten yet, come too." The other party enthusiastically invited me.
By the way, dinner party.
The classmates in his group also asked him before leaving last Monday afternoon, but he immediately refused.
"Sorry, I already have an appointment later." Wen Siheng declined.
The girl said "Oh" and left with Xiangyi. Wen Siheng immediately opened the chat history of the work group. They posted a group photo in the group after dinner last Monday.
At 12:25 p.m., every photo has Xiangyi in it.
The blue and white dress in the hotel surveillance video can only be a coincidence?
"Ding ding——"
A new WeChat message popped up.
[Jane:[shared a Weibo link]]
Clicking on the link, an account with a gray avatar posted a Weibo post at 12:30 pm last Monday.
The content on Weibo is only a high-definition back photo——
It was he who held the drunken Jian Anran in his arms.
