Chapter 460: Chapter 457: Pinhole Camera
Having been sitting on the ground with her legs crossed, her blood circulation wasn’t smooth, and only with Zhang Hao’s assistance did He Qianhui manage to stand up.
"Try the watermelon, it’s especially sweet."
After speaking, He Qianhui limped toward the bathroom.
Earlier, it was she who had secretly watched Zhang Hao take a shower, but this time the roles were reversed.
Zhang Hao sat outside, unlike He Qianhui who had sneaked a peek before; he openly watched.
It wasn’t until He Qianhui pulled the curtain that Zhang Hao realized there actually was a curtain in the bathroom.
How had he missed seeing it before? It seemed that having eyes was just for show.
With the curtain drawn, unable to see what was happening inside, all that was left were the sounds of cascading water and Zhang Hao’s imagination swirling in his head.
They were getting ready for bed when Zhang Hao received another call from the doctor.
The doctor said the patient’s condition had stabilized, and the family no longer needed to be anxious.
Only then did he think to ask which doctor had treated his mother.
After asking, he found out it wasn’t a doctor from this hospital.
The doctor, unable to withstand the family’s pleading, had reached out to Zhang Hao.
To see what Zhang Hao thought and whether he wanted to accept the family’s gratitude.
After all, it was about saving a life.
Zhang Hao had been through this many times and was already immune to it.
He simply said that it was good the patient was stable, and as for thanks, there was no need; as a medical practitioner, saving lives was part of his duty.
After hanging up, Zhang Hao cuddled up with He Qianhui to sleep, not waking until the sun was high the next morning.
Just off the plane yesterday, he hadn’t felt tired, but after last night’s rest, now he felt soreness in his legs and feet.
Zhang Hao was somewhat better; He Qianhui had it worst, suggesting to stroll around the area; half of their three-day itinerary consisted of lounging in the hotel’s air conditioning.
When they went to return the rental car, the owner asked if they had visited any famous spots in the past few days.
Most importantly, if they had seen the national treasure, the giant pandas.
In reality, the two of them hadn’t gone anywhere, just wandered the streets near the hotel.
After returning the car, it was time to head to their next destination.
They were still using public transport, this time opting for the high-speed train, again in business class.
When traveling, one should not shortchange oneself.
Within one’s means, they should choose the best mode of travel.
As the high-speed train started moving, He Qianhui took out some fruit from her bag and ate it with relish.
"After we get past this area, let’s switch to a green-skin train, so we can slowly enjoy the scenery outside the window," she suggested.
Zhang Hao agreed and added, "This time we’re heading to the plateau. Once we enter the Tibetan area, we really have to take the green-skin train to gradually adapt to the high-altitude environment."
He Qianhui nodded. She had wanted to visit the Tibetan area since she was young but couldn’t go for various reasons.
Now, at last, she could make the trip.
"Let’s rent a four-wheel drive when we get there. If you rent another old man’s car, I’ll hit you," she warned.
The so-called "old man’s car" was not Zhang Hao’s adamant choice; it happened when he contacted the car rental owner.
He had seen the vehicles available in the owner’s social media posts.
Luxury cars worth millions, even those that were out of production–he had them all.
Initially, Zhang Hao just wanted to rent an ordinary car to drive around.
But while browsing through the social media feed, he unexpectedly found that small car and immediately fell for it.
He kept the car rental a secret from He Qianhui to surprise her.
Now, because of her repeated warnings, Zhang Hao felt a smirk of pride but no other particular emotion.
The high-speed train was so fast that we hadn’t even settled in before we arrived at the station.
The two of them quickly gathered their things and, dragging their suitcases, disembarked.
Once again in a foreign place, following their travel guide, they checked into some Internet-famous scenic spots.
Maybe it was the past few days’ experience, but He Qianhui didn’t feel tired at all. If it weren’t for fear of delaying tomorrow’s itinerary, she could have continued sightseeing.
When they returned to the hotel they had booked in advance, He Qianhui threw herself on the bed, while Zhang Hao bounced around like a monkey.
Lying on the bed in a languid pose peppered with a bit of coquettish charm, He Qianhui asked,
"What are you doing, looking for a treasure?"
Zhang Hao, too busy to look at her but still responding, said, "You don’t know that hotels can have hidden cameras, do you?"
He Qianhui was taken aback; indeed, she hadn’t thought that far.
Now stirred by Zhang Hao’s words, He Qianhui quickly rose from the bed and began to scrutinise areas around power sockets and lamps—places one normally wouldn’t notice—copying his actions.
Having checked the rest of the room and found it clear, only the bathroom remained.
Zhang Hao stood at the bathroom door, pointing inside as he said, "Can you believe how bad some people are, installing cameras in places like this to satisfy their perverted desires?"
"Normal people don’t have spare parts – there’s nothing worth looking at. I’m going in to check; don’t want to end up naked on camera while showering later."
The phrase "end up naked on camera," coming from Zhang Hao’s mouth, felt somewhat inappropriate to He Qianhui.
This kid would always barge in while she was showering.
If he wasn’t coming in to pee, it was something else equally intrusive.
When had he ever steered clear of her? Now he fears others looking, as if there’s a beautiful woman behind the camera.
He Qianhui typically didn’t care about these things, but then Zhang Hao found something suspicious in the power outlet next to the mirror.
The outlet showed clear signs of having been tampered with and wasn’t fixed securely to the wall.
Zhang Hao gently removed the outer casing of the socket, and aside from the connected wires, there was a secret cavity within.
He gestured to He Qianhui to come over and take a look; indeed, they discovered something that resembled a hidden camera.
It turned out that Zhang Hao’s flurry of activity had actually yielded results.
He took out his cellphone, took photos as evidence, and then reported the incident to the police once again.
Only after the police arrived did they summon the hotel owner.
In such situations, it’s unlikely that the hotel owner would be unaware; it’s possible that the owner installed the cameras himself.
But in front of the police, such accusations could not be made. The owner firmly denied any knowledge and blamed it on some unknown former guest.
The hotel owner suggested changing their room, but Zhang Hao refused.
He had already inspected this room thoroughly and didn’t want to spend time checking another one.
This put the hotel owner in an awkward position. In the end, with a heavy sigh and a stomp of his foot, he waived the room fee.
Such a concession indicated guilt.
Staying in the area for two days also meant two nights in a hotel.
That would cost at least several hundred yuan.
Since it wasn’t peak tourist season, this loss was not inconsiderable.
The hotel owner repeatedly apologized, making Zhang Hao feel somewhat guilty as well.
After everything was handled, He Qianhui lay back on the bed and looked at Zhang Hao with loaded meaning.
"How come you didn’t look for hidden cameras at the previous hotel, but got serious about it here?" she asked.
There’s always a demon behind anything out of the ordinary.
"Because today I plan to have my way with you, and I don’t want a video of us getting intimate to one day pop up on some website," he answered.
As he spoke, Zhang Hao took off his T-shirt, revealing his muscular and toned body.
