"Talking is so tiring," Shen Xun said, his voice faint.
He felt like he had used up a week's worth of words today.
Shen Yi: "You've worked hard!"
She eagerly pounded his back twice.
Shen Xun complained, "It hurts."
"You're so strong."
Shen Yi immediately stopped, "I even gave you a back massage, and you're still complaining."
The fifth floor was much quieter than the fourth. The corridor was covered with a thick carpet, making no sound when stepped on.
The dim yellow wall lamps dyed the entire space in a warm tone. Only a few waiters stood at the stairway, wearing crisp uniforms, ready to serve the guests at any time.
"There are a lot of rooms here," Shen Xun walked ahead, "and the doors are all closed. How are you going to find him?"
Shen Yi looked at the long corridor and felt dizzy. She slightly adjusted her expression and walked to a waiter with a sweet smile.
"Sister," she looked up, her voice soft and sweet, "may I ask who has the keys to the guest room doors? Could you help me open them?"
The waiter looked down at the girl wearing an exquisite dress and a small black top hat.
She smiled apologetically.
"I'm sorry, Miss, we don't have the keys," she said. "And this is a matter of the guests' privacy, so we can't just barge into their rooms."
Shen Yi didn't give up.
"My brother is Shen Wenta."
She tried to use his name to intimidate her.
The waiter's smile remained unchanged.
"That won't work either."
She gently reminded her.
If Shen Yi's brother came in person, it might work.
But she was just a child, so it definitely wouldn't work.
However—
"You are free to do whatever you want," the waiter said, her voice gentle. "If you really have something to do, you can find a way yourself."
She paused.
"As long as you can bear the consequences."
Shen Yi blinked.
"Okay," she said. "I got it."
It turned out she still had to do it herself.
She felt that tonight would definitely be a chaotic mess.
The waiter nodded slightly and retreated to the stairway.
Shen Yi watched her leave, then turned around to face the nearest door.
Then Shen Xun, standing beside her, watched as she took two light steps back in her little high heels, then firmly gathered her skirt in her hands.
While he was still confused, he saw the girl lift her leg and effortlessly kick.
She kicked open a guest room door on the spot.
Bang—
The door lock made a muffled sound, and the door hit the wall and bounced back, revealing the empty room inside.
No one.
Shen Yi didn't hesitate and walked straight to the second door.
Shen Xun stood there, watching for two seconds.
"Oh," he said. "So that's how you open doors."
He had forgotten.
Mom used to dislike opening doors too, and often just broke in, causing Dad to miserably repair the doors every time.
"Is it a bit too much for me to look for someone like this?" Shen Yi asked him while gathering her strength.
Shen Xun blinked.
"No," he said. "It's very normal."
"It's just kicking doors. Even if they lock down the whole place to catch people, it doesn't matter."
Back then, to catch the second brother who gambled everywhere, the eldest brother directly brought people to seal off the entire casino.
At that time, a group of gamblers squatted on the ground holding their heads, publicly humiliated.
He clearly could have brought people to catch them all at once.
But he just played with the second brother, not catching him directly, but forcing him to jump around, even trying to escape through the window, but still failed to escape and was tied up and escorted into the car.
The eldest brother even picked him up at that time and educated him: "Don't learn from him."
"You're a good boy, you don't want to be his cellmate, right?"
The young man's tone was gentle, his hand stroking his neck, cool to the touch.
Shen Xun was very obedient: "Yes."
Anyway, he didn't like gambling either.
...
After Shen Yi kicked open the seventh door, someone finally tried to rush up and stop this reckless child.
But Shen Yi was agile, her skirt flying behind her, running extremely fast.
A group of people symbolically tried to block her, only to find that they couldn't do anything about this brat.
The bodyguard responsible for protecting the two children decisively went to make a phone call to report the current situation to his employer.
"The young miss seems to have run to the sixth floor. She kicked open all the doors on the fifth floor."
"Do you want to come and see? She's really strong." The bodyguard's tone carried a faint hint of astonishment.
A child.
Being able to kick open a guest room door, that was more than just strong, it completely defied common sense.
Shen Wenta almost spat out a mouthful of wine, "What?"
His voice went up half a pitch.
"What did you say she was doing?"
"Kicking doors." The bodyguard thought for a moment and carefully added, "Just purely kicking, not even apologizing. The young master is following behind her, playing along."
Yes, playing.
In his eyes, these two young masters were just bored and wanted to kick doors for fun.
Alright then.
Rich people really know how to play.
"Now a lot of waiters want to catch her," he said. "I don't know if they'll call the police."
Shen Wenta's eyes were opened wide.
He gripped the glass in his hand tightly, his knuckles turning white.
His voice was cold, gritting his teeth.
"Is she a beagle personality? Why does she always jump around and cause trouble whenever I'm not paying attention?"
The bodyguard kept his eyes straight ahead, saying nothing.
*
Now the corridor on the sixth floor was also a mess.
Seven or eight doors were wide open, some locks were clearly broken, and some door frames were cracked.
The waiters stood in the corridor, looking at each other, not knowing what to do.
Shen Wenta walked past them expressionlessly.
When he went up to the sixth floor, he happened to see Shen Yi lifting her leg.
"Bang"
Another door was kicked open.
He watched Shen Yi pull back her leg, peek inside, and then turn around without hesitation to walk to the next door.
The movements were smooth, like she was robbing a house.
Shen Wenta: "..."
Shen Yi was incredibly strong now.
Specifically, she could kick open a solid door with one foot.
Shen Wenta stood behind her, watching her slender calves burst with that kind of power, and the anger that had filled his stomach was now a bit numb.
He was thinking.
If she kicked him, how many mouthfuls of blood would he spit out.
Finally, Shen Wenta decided not to think about anything for now. He ignored the mess around him, reached out, arranged the loose hair on her forehead, and narrowed his eyes, "What exactly are you looking for?"
To kick open so many guest room doors.
Shen Yi turned around, saw him, and her eyes lit up.
"Looking for my brother," she told the truth. "He should be in here."
"Are you sure he's definitely here?" He thought coldly, what brother, probably some poor relative from nowhere, only Shen Yi would care about such a useless little character.
"Not sure." Shen Yi looked up. "But I still want to look."
While speaking, she kicked open another door.
When she kicked the fifth door, there were people inside.
Shen Wenta originally wanted to casually apologize.
But before he could speak, the other party started cursing: "Are you crazy? Why are you kicking the door!"
Shen Wenta glanced at the clothes scattered on the floor.
Men's, women's, underwear, ties.
"Are you that hungry?" Shen Wenta said, his voice cold.
"Coming to a place like this to sleep."
