Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

Chapter 116 Bold Plan
The front desk obviously understood Song Yuening's unfinished meaning. She nodded quickly and retrieved the cleaning schedule records for March.

"Madam, can you please go to our lounge and wait for a while? I'll call the cleaning lady to come over now."

Song Yuening nodded, politely thanked her, and then opened the door and entered the lounge.

She sat on the leather sofa, opened her phone and looked at Xie Mingyuan's photos in the album, her heartbeat gradually speeding up.

She wasn't sure that the cleaning lady would remember what happened that day, and she wasn't sure if she had any impression of herself and the strange man.

But now, this is her only recourse.

"Ma'am? You called me?"

The door to the lounge was suddenly pushed open, and a reserved woman walked in carefully with a rag in her hand.

Song Yuening immediately stood up and walked to her.

"Yes, aunt, please sit down and don't be nervous. I'm looking for you. I just want to ask you a few questions. Can you please answer me truthfully?"

The cleaning aunt put the rag at her feet, sat with her hands on her knees, and nodded immediately after hearing this.

"No problem ma'am, you asked!"

"On the night of March 25, did you see a man and woman in the corridor on the third floor?"

Thinking of the videos she had watched, Song Yuening's ears felt a little hot.

She could clearly feel that her cheeks were burning as if on fire, completely out of her control.

But on her face, she still asked calmly.

"It's probably a man and woman hugging each other. The woman is almost as tall as me, and the man..."

Before she could finish her description, the cleaning lady suddenly patted her knee.

"I remember! Madam, you are talking about the guests in room 302, right? That night I just finished cleaning room 304 and came out, and saw the couple hugging and kissing at the door..."

Baojie was a little embarrassed to describe it, and she simply lost her voice at the end of her words.

But Song Yuening couldn't care so much, she held back her excitement and asked.

"Yes, I'm talking about them. Do you remember what that man looks like?"

The cleaner frowned and thought for a while, and tried to recall: "He was quite tall, and he was wearing a suit. He looked like a rich man. I didn't wear glasses that day, so I couldn't see his face clearly, but he felt quite handsome."

Song Yuening's heart was beating fast. She couldn't help but bite her lower lip and unconsciously rubbed the screen of her phone with her fingers.

After the cleaning lady finished speaking, she suddenly unlocked her phone, pulled out Xie Mingyuan's photo from the album, and put it in front of the cleaning lady.

"Auntie, please help me take a look. Was he the man you saw that night?"

The cleaning lady squinted her eyes and looked at the phone. After a while, she nodded hesitantly.

"It kind of looks like it, but I'm not sure, but this suit does look similar."

After leaving Mia Hotel, Song Yuening stood on the roadside watching the passing pedestrians and vehicles, and took off the mask on her face in confusion.

Although the cleaning lady didn't completely confirm it, Song Yuening's sixth sense as a woman kept telling her that Xie Mingyuan was the man that night.

But she had no evidence to directly prove it, so she couldn't directly question Xie Mingyuan face to face, right?
Song Yuening walked on the street in confusion, her steps gradually becoming sluggish.

It would be nice if there was some way to confirm my guess...

In a daze, fragments of that night suddenly appeared in my mind.

The man turned his back to her and took off his shirt. He had broad shoulders, narrow waist, and a thin waist. There was a small red mole like cinnabar under the shoulder blade.

Wait, mole?

Song Yuening's footsteps suddenly stopped, and a light suddenly lit up in her eyes that were blank just now.Yes, just by checking whether Xie Mingyuan has that mole on his back, wouldn't it be possible to know whether he was the man that night?

But, how can she see such a private part?

It would be great if she could make Xie Mingyuan take off his clothes in front of her.

……

"...Teacher? Teacher Song!"

Xie Zitao's worried call awoke Song Yuening from her thoughts. She held her chin with one hand and looked at Xie Zitao dully.

"Huh? What's wrong, Zitao?"

She glanced at the TV that was running, and belatedly realized that the cartoon had ended.

"Mr. Song, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? I just called you several times, but you ignored me."

Xie Zitao came closer to her, his clear eyes full of worry.

Song Yuening shook her head and avoided Xie Zitao's innocent eyes.

"Zitao, there is nothing interesting at the teacher's house. Otherwise, should the teacher send you home?"

The smile on Xie Zitao's face suddenly fell. He looked at Song Yuening with his lips pouted and said a little aggrievedly.

"Teacher Song, do you not like me anymore? Not long after I arrived, you were already thinking of sending me home..."

Seeing his low tone, Song Yuening quickly explained.

"How could it be? The teacher just feels that there are no toys here and feels a little aggrieved to Zitao, so he just wants to go back and play with you. Doesn't Zitao welcome the teacher to your home?"

Hearing Song Yuening's explanation, Xie Zitao immediately regained his previous vitality. He took Song Yuening's hand and almost couldn't wait to jump off the sofa.

"Welcome! Teacher Song, let's go quickly!"

Xie Zitao was in a hurry to get dressed and take Song Yuening home. He didn't notice the flash of sadness in Song Yuening's eyes behind him and the guilt in her eyes.

Song Yuening pursed her lips and lowered her eyelashes to hide the complicated emotions in her eyes.

She didn't really want to accompany Xie Zitao to Xie's house, but she wanted to find an opportunity to confirm her suspicion.

Thank you.

Xie Zitao quickly took off his shoes as soon as he entered the door, and then took Song Yuening's hand to sit on the sofa in the living room.

Before Song Yuening could speak, she saw Xie Zitao taking out a box of toys from somewhere and placing it on the table, and he explained to her enthusiastically.

"Teacher Song, look, these were given to me by my uncle before. I had no fun playing with them alone, so I kept them at the bottom of the box. Today I finally have someone to play with me!"

When he was introducing toys to Song Yuening, Song Yuening was sorting out her thoughts in her mind.

During the time she was giving lectures to Xie Zitao at Xie's house, she had a fairly good understanding of Xie Mingyuan's life pattern after get off work.

It's six o'clock now. Xie Mingyuan will come back at 06:30 and take a shower at seven o'clock.

As long as she seizes the time, she can go to his room to find out what's going on while he's taking a shower.

Song Yuening's hand on her side slowly clenched. Even though her heartbeat was beating like a drum and she was extremely nervous, she did not give up on this plan.

Seeing Xie Zitao's eyes looking forward to her, Song Yuening took a deep breath and raised a smile on her lips.

She leaned towards Xie Zitao and followed his line of sight to pick up a toy.

"Zitao wants to play with this, right? Teacher will accompany you."

(End of this chapter)