Qian's home is in the urban village, about a ten-minute walk to the city center. Hungry and broke, Qian's gaze pierced through the messy roadside stalls.
The people at those stalls all knew her and would allow her to pay later, but she didn't want to wrong herself.
In her past life, she wouldn't wrong herself, and in this life, even less so.
Walking past the street stalls, her gaze lingered on a decently sized hotel not far away.
Although it couldn't compare to the high-end hotels she frequented in her past life, it would do. Ignoring the fact that she didn't have a penny on her, Qian calmly walked in.
The waiter saw the pretty girl, dressed simply. He asked her several times if she was alone, but with a single look from Qian, he nervously adjusted his glasses, awed by her presence, and obediently led her to the window seat.
