Love? The Reborn Me Just Wants to Obtain Rewards-Chapter 502 - 224: How are rumors formed?_2

[...unable to make a choice between you and Gu Jiuyue...]

[...we both owe each other...]

What the hell, are you writing song lyrics?!

She repeatedly reminded herself in the mirror: Don’t get angry, don’t get angry. Really getting angry would play right into Puppy’s hands. Let’s just calm down and take a good look later at whatever bullshit he’s spouted and snap it as evidence!

Today, she had put on just a bit of light makeup before going out, so washing her face involved the additional step of removing makeup.

Conveniently, Gou Huai sent so many makeup and skincare products that she was carrying several with her, so she decided to open them and try each one.

She dawdled for about half an hour, during which she also tried on two different lipsticks, and found the bean paste color so beautiful that she couldn’t help but go back to the living room to take several selfies with her phone.

You should know, she’s not one to take photos lightly or to post on social media. Without something special, she wouldn’t share once or twice a month, because things not special enough just aren’t worth her time to record and share—Miss Cool is truly a top-level beauty, not like those flirtatious cheap goods who fish for attention with constant selfies on social media!

Since she had already taken selfies, she might as well document the living room’s setup and keep it as a memento.

After more dawdling, the clock struck midnight.

When she finally had her fill of fussing around, she flopped onto the sofa, reached for the letter, and prepared to continue reading calmly and collectedly.

"This time, no matter how you provoke me, I absolutely will not get mad!"

Nuanhan clenched her little fists and vowed resolutely to fight it out with Gou Huai to the end.

I’m not steaming buns here just to puff with pride; why should I jump through hoops at your every tease?

The idea was very nice, but, the moment she saw the letter, her eyes widened, pupils shrank dramatically, and she was totally flabbergasted.

"Wait, where’s my letter?!"

"Where’s that full, lengthy letter I wrote?!!!"

Nuanhan was genuinely dumbfounded. She sprang up and turned the letter over and over.

But no matter how she looked at it, it was spotlessly clean, without a trace of writing!

No writing on the front, none on the back, let me flip over the sofa cushions...

Still nothing!

Nuanhan fussed for quite a while but couldn’t find the original letter. Suddenly, she ran barefoot to the Summoning Bell and pressed it, calling for the butler.

"Miss Chen, is there something you need help with?"

"Hi hi, I’d like to ask, there was a piece of letter paper I placed on the sofa, and now the writing on it has disappeared... or maybe it was switched? Has anyone come in here?"

Nuanhan’s description was a bit all over the place, but Dave glanced at the paper and a hint of amusement appeared in his eyes.

"Miss Chen, our staff would never enter a guest’s room without being summoned."

Dave looked down, hiding his expression from Nuanhan, and then added the next sentence.

"As for that letter... it was written with disappearing ink, which vanishes after a set time..."

"What?!!!"

Nuanhan was utterly bewildered, her hair practically exploding with frustration.

"Wait, your hotel offers such high-tech service?!!!"

That’s just absurd!

Dave was rigorously trained to maintain composure regardless of the situation, but this time was an exception.

He couldn’t help but chuckle as he replied, "Certainly not. In fact, we too were quite shocked and troubled by the request..."

Nuanhan furiously waved the paper in her hand: "Then what about this?"

"That’s because we mobilised all staff and, after much trouble, managed to connect Mr. Su with a distributor. Then we drove to their house and got a small bottle of special ink..."

"Heh, he sure has clout!"

Nuanhan laughed sarcastically, hands on her hips, staring down the putty in front of her: "Why didn’t you mention this when I arrived? Now I haven’t finished reading the letter, but the words are gone, what am I supposed to do?!"

Dave calmly replied, "Per Mr. Su’s instructions, we were not allowed to give you any hints before you noticed the letter’s disappearance, Miss Chen, I am truly sorry."

Bullshit!

What good does your sorry do?

Bring back the words!

Nuanhan huffed and puffed around the living room, pacing in circles, when a lightbulb went off in her head: "This way, go get me a pencil!"

She had an idea from watching TV dramas.

If a pen leaves a mark on paper, why not just rub it out and expose what was written?!

Hey, I’m quite the clever one!

Dave quickly found a pencil and hesitated as he handed it over.

Nuanhan saw it but didn’t pay him any mind—let him stand in the corner and reflect for a while!

Serves you right for conspiring with Gou Dongxi to bully me, all bad guys!

Nuanhan sat in front of the coffee table, hunched over the letter, rubbing away... only to find a big black smudge!

Wait, where are my words?!

That’s not how it went on the TV shows, right?

She lifted the paper against the light and inspected it from all angles, growing more perplexed by the moment, feeling certain something was off but couldn’t for the life of her figure out what.

Finally, Dave found his chance and whispered a hint: "That is the finest facial tissue, and Mr. Su intentionally used a soft brush when writing..."

Damn it!

Nuanhan was absolutely furious, and with a throw of her hand, she cast the pencil away, then sat down on the carpet with her legs crossed, pouted, and burst into tears.

Dave shrank back, tiptoed out the door, and made a swift getaway.

Consoling a female guest was not part of a butler’s job; he only needed to report back to Su Huai honestly, and the rest... was none of his business.

The suite butler’s service is based on the payer’s wishes. Whatever Su Huai required, that’s what he did; anything extraneous was completely ignored.