Entering the wrong room, I became pregnant with the twins of the richest man

She has been brought up in an orphanage since she was a child, and her archival materials are kept there.

The second Miss Qiao, Qiao Zhichu, died on the night when the Qiao family villa caught fire.

After the dinner, Song Wei walked slowly to the bathroom.

Qiao Zhichu walked right past him and quickly ran to the bathroom door. Before she could even enter the women's bathroom, she vomited completely on the public sink outside.

She can drink, and her alcohol tolerance is not bad, but...she can't handle drinking both red wine, white wine and beer at the same time.

"That's all?" Song Weiyi leaned against the door, folding his arms, "There's still the second half, what are you going to do?"

Qiao Zhichu paused, holding the edge of the pool with her hand.

There's also a second half?

She took out a tissue and wiped her mouth, then looked up at the mirror. Song Weiyi's appearance was reflected in it.

She looked at him and he looked at her.

"Song Weiyi," Qiao Zhichu said his name word by word, "Do you treat me as a human being?"

Facing her gnashing of teeth, he seemed calm and composed: "You can leave now."

What the hell!

She has endured all the hardship to get here, and even tolerated a greasy man like Mr. Sun. If she leaves now, all her efforts will be wasted!

Qiao Zhichu closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she had regained her composure.

"Mr. Song," she said, "go ahead."

"You're not calling my name anymore?"

"I was just drunk."

Song Weiyi's magnetic low laugh echoed in the empty bathroom: "She has a hot temper."

Qiao Zhichu stood up, faced the mirror, and began to fix her hair and put on makeup: "In the second half...what do I need to do?"

"Go buy two packs of cigarettes first, then come up to room 1908."

"Okay, Mr. Song."

After putting on her makeup, Qiao Zhichu took a few deep breaths, left the hotel, went to the nearby store, and bought two packs of the most expensive cigarettes.

It was getting late, the lights were coming on, and the stuffy air was making people feel annoyed.

Qiao Zhichu stood on the side of the road for a long time, watching the traffic and people coming and going.

This road is difficult to walk, she knows.

She will never be able to be involved in the hustle and bustle of the world and the mundane atmosphere in her life and can only be an outsider.

She adjusted her mood and went to Room 1908, where she found the door was not locked and could faintly hear the sound of mahjong tiles colliding from inside.

Pushing the door open and walking through the living room, I saw four people sitting in the chess and card room.

Song Weiyi was holding a mahjong tile in his hand, playing with it casually. When he heard the sound, he turned his head to look at her.

"Mr. Song, I've bought the cigarettes." Qiao Zhichu said, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

He asked, "Can you fight?"

"……Won't."

"That's great. I'll teach you."

Qiao Zhichu didn't know what Song Weiyi was up to, so she just repeated, "Mr. Song, I don't know how to play cards."

“Only those who don’t know how to do it will have good luck.”

"I will lose money, Mr. Song."

Song Weiyi played a card and said, "I've already lost a lot."

The other three people were all people I had met at the dinner party. They were either rich or noble.

Qiao Zhichu didn't refuse and walked over.

She was just wondering where she should sit and why Song Weiyi hadn't given up his seat when her waist tightened and she was taken into his arms and sat on his lap.

Song Weiyi leaned back lazily: "Draw a card."

This was Qiao Zhichu’s first time playing mahjong. She had only seen it before and had no idea how to play it.

She would do whatever Song Weiyi said.

Slowly, after playing a few times, Qiao Zhichu figured out the tricks and learned a little.