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As the sky gradually lightened, the first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains into the inn, painting the entire space with a soft golden hue. Xiao Xiangzi had grown accustomed to the quiet of the morning, which was the most peaceful time of day for her. She tiptoed out of her room and approached the door of the mysterious man. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open.
Inside the room, everything remained as quiet as it was last night. The man still lay in bed, his breathing much steadier but still unconscious. Xiao Xiangzi approached and carefully observed his face and breathing. She noticed that despite his unconscious state, the heat on his forehead seemed to have subsided, which relieved her.
Her gaze involuntarily fell on the man's face. Even in a coma, his features remained handsome, with a cold and aloof temperament that seemed otherworldly. There was an indescribable depth between his brows, as if even in slumber, he was contemplating distant matters. Xiao Xiangzi couldn't help but sigh at how rare such a appearance was among those she had seen.
She carefully tidied his bedding, adjusted the pillow gently, ensuring he could rest more comfortably. After doing so, she sat quietly by the bedside, silently observing his face. In this peaceful and tranquil early morning, the room was filled with a sense of calm.
Xiao Xiangzi was full of curiosity. She was full of questions about the identity of this man and the reason for his coma. She knew that once the man woke up, perhaps he could answer these mysteries in her heart. At the same time, she was also thinking that if this man did have a special identity or background as she suspected, it could be an opportunity for additional benefits for her inn.
Xiao Xiangzi constantly replayed the events of last night in her mind. She always had a strong curiosity about the unknown, which was also an important reason for her success in the business world. Her eyes revealed a unique light, showing the determination and courage of a smart and independent woman when facing the unknown. At the same time, her special pursuit of money made her particularly sensitive to every possible opportunity.
She decided that once the man woke up, she must immediately understand his background. This was not only about her curiosity, but also about the future of her inn and her personal interests. In the quiet morning light, Xiao Xiangzi waited quietly.
Before long, the man's eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. His gaze seemed a bit confused, as if he was still adjusting to his surroundings. Xiao Xiangzi immediately noticed this change and asked softly, "You're finally awake. How do you feel?"
The man turned his head and looked at Xiao Xiangzi, his eyes were clear and deep, as if he could see through people's hearts. He tried to speak, but only emitted a few hoarse sounds. Xiao Xiangzi quickly brought a glass of water, carefully helped him sit up, and fed him slowly.
After drinking the water, the man's expression improved slightly. He gazed deeply at Xiao Xiangzi and asked with a hint of confusion in his tone, "Where am I... and who am I?"
Xiao Xiangzi felt a chill in her heart, she didn't expect this mysterious man to have lost his memory. She comforted him softly, "You are now in the inn I run. As for who you are, it may take time to recover your memory. Don't worry, I will help you."
The man nodded silently, seemingly accepting the fact. Xiao Xiangzi observed his expression and found that although he spoke little, every glance and expression revealed his determination and seriousness.
In order to give the man a sense of belonging, Xiao Xiangzi decided to give him a name: "Since you temporarily don't remember your name, I'll temporarily call you Mo Deqian." Mo Deqian silently accepted this name, with a hint of gratitude in his eyes. Xiao Xiangzi then said, "You can temporarily stay at the inn and help with some tasks as part of your treatment fee."
Mo Deqian nodded in agreement. Xiao Xiangzi felt somewhat satisfied, knowing that although this man had amnesia, his skills and demeanor revealed an extraordinary background. Keeping him at the inn might lead to unexpected gains.
That afternoon, a new group of guests arrived at the inn. Xiao Xiangzi was busy attending to them and also assigned Mo Deqian to do some simple chores. Despite just recovering, Mo Deqian moved with exceptional efficiency and order, deepening Xiao Xiangzi's curiosity about him.
Night falls, and the inn gradually quiets down. Xiao Xiangzi sits in her room, holding an ancient book in her hands, her eyes shimmering with contemplation. She is pondering the origins of Mo Deqian and the potential changes he may bring to the inn's future.
Her pursuit of wealth is not simply driven by greed, but rather by a desire for independence and freedom. And now, this mysterious amnesiac man may become the key to realizing these aspirations.
Xiao Xiangzi took a deep breath, feeling that her life might have taken a new turn with the appearance of Mo Deqian. Her heart was filled with anticipation, looking forward to what the future might hold.
Since Mo Deqian entered the inn, he stood out among the crowd with his unique temperament and way of doing things. Every action of his exuded a seriousness and focus that could not be ignored. Whether carrying out the tasks assigned to him by Xiao Xiangzi or handling the daily affairs of the inn, he demanded a near-strict standard of himself, as if any slight flaw would leave him dissatisfied.
When he is running the floor, his movements are quick and precise, and the placement of each piece of tableware must be just right. When cleaning the guest rooms, he is particularly meticulous about cleaning every corner, not even letting the most inconspicuous places go.
This style of doing things both surprised and puzzled the other employees in the inn. One employee couldn't help but jokingly say to Mo Deqian, "Mo, you are too serious, the work in the inn doesn't need to be so strict."
Mo Deqian responded to this remark with just a simple sentence: "One should strive to do their best in everything they do." His voice was calm and firm, without a hint of wavering. Then he lowered his head and continued his work, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.
His cold and old-fashioned personality made him seem out of place in the inn, but also made him a unique sight. Xiao Xiangzi noticed these qualities of Mo Deqian and couldn't help but feel curious about his background. She even wondered how such a serious and earnest person had come to her inn.
Mo Deqian doesn't speak much, but every time he does, it carries a lot of weight. His attitude towards work and his calm demeanor make people have to take him seriously, to the extent that his presence enhances the overall quality and efficiency of the entire inn's operation.
As time passes, the inn's staff gradually begin to appreciate Mo Deqian's style. They find that despite his few words and cold demeanor, he always manages to make the right judgments and actions at the most critical moments. His qualities are slowly being accepted and even learned by everyone, making the atmosphere of the entire inn become more rigorous and efficient as a result.
One afternoon, a witty regular customer was drinking tea in the lobby and saw Mo Deqian meticulously wiping the table. He couldn't help but jokingly say, "Young man, you're wiping the table with such vigor, as if you're going to wipe through the surface!"
Mo Deqian stopped his hand movements, looked back at the customer seriously, and after a moment of silence, replied in a solemn tone, "Everything should be done to the best of one's ability. That's my principle."
The guest was amused and moved by his serious demeanor, shaking their head and saying to the person next to them, "This young man is really unique, to be so serious, it's truly rare."
Xiao Xiangzi observed the scene and a hint of evaluation and contemplation flashed in her eyes. She saw Mo Deqian's character traits as both strengths and weaknesses. She decided to guide him well to help him better integrate into the inn's life.
That night, Xiao Xiangzi called Mo Deqian aside and whispered to him, "Mo Deqian, I admire your seriousness and responsibility, but you also need to learn to relax. This is an inn, not a battlefield. You don't have to be so serious about everything."
Mo Deqian listened silently, his eyes shining with a searching light, as if understanding Xiao Xiangzi's words. He nodded, indicating that he would try to adjust.
As time passed, Mo Deqian gradually adapted to the work and atmosphere of the inn. His presence was gradually accepted by everyone, and he even became a part of the inn's scenery. His serious attitude also began to influence those around him. The efficiency of the inn's work improved because of him, and his mysterious identity and amnesia became a topic of conversation for the guests after meals.
Xiao Xiangzi looked at all this with hidden satisfaction. Her choice was not wrong. Mo Deqian not only brought a new atmosphere to the inn, but also indirectly improved the quality of its service. She even began to plan whether, if Mo Deqian regained his memory, he could become a permanent staff member of the inn.
It's late at night, and the lights in the inn are gradually extinguishing. Xiao Xiangzi is in her room, opening an ancient book and perusing its contents. Her eyes shimmer with a wise light as she contemplates the future of the inn and the various possibilities that Mo Deqian may bring.
Her pursuit of wealth has never changed. But now, she is beginning to focus more on how to further elevate the inn's status and income through talent and opportunities.
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