"Madam came by?" Leng Youchen's heart was filled with suspicion. If Madam had indeed been here, then the used condoms found in the room's trash bin had an explanation. But where did the lipstick marks on his clothes and the overwhelming scent of women's perfume come from?
He remembered that Madam never used those things.
"No, I checked the ID copy. It wasn't the Third Young Lady, it was Wei Anjing. And, I found calming incense in the room — used excessively to the point it could make one fall into a deep slumber."
The two sisters looked identical, and since Leng Youchen's divorce hadn't been made public, Wei Anjing showed her ID and the receptionist handed her the spare room card.
Leng Youchen's eyes immediately flashed with coldness — so the woman in the presidential suite last night was Wei Anjing?
