Trillionaire's Slice of Life

"You're not joking, are you, Chu Mo?"

Du Yanyan was a hotel experience expert, due to her special line of work, she had profound research into hotels.

Before choosing to stay in a hotel, Du Yanyan would always learn about the basic situation of the hotel in detail and then make targeted choices of guest rooms based on her own experiences to carry out a thorough evaluation of the hotel.

And before choosing to stay at this hotel, Du Yanyan had roughly understood that Bafang International was a five-star hotel with a relatively high ranking.

The entire hotel had eighty-eight floors and was a large-scale luxury hotel integrating dining, entertainment, and accommodation. Although she had not paid attention to the market value of the hotel, just a rough estimate suggested that this hotel was worth no less than ten billion.

Was her university classmate a top tycoon worth billions?

While Du Yanyan gently covered her mouth in surprise, Chu Mo suddenly instructed Zhan Bingxue behind him:

"Get this lady a presidential suite, and also issue her a supreme experience card."

"Certainly, Mr. Chu."

Zhan Bingxue, without any hesitation, immediately went to the front desk. As the chairman, she naturally found it effortless to arrange a presidential suite.

Seeing that the front desk had quickly completed the check-in process for Du Yanyan, Chu Mo casually said, "Shall we go up to chat?"

"Sure," Du Yanyan nodded happily, and then followed Chu Mo. Led by the hotel staff, they headed towards the private elevator.

Upon entering the elevator, where service was naturally provided, Du Yanyan, with a complicated look in her eyes, softly said:

"Back in school, I never realized you were hiding so deep, Chu Mo."

During school he had been genuinely himself, not living some kind of experiential life, so Chu Mo simply smiled without responding.

They quickly arrived at the sixty-sixth floor, where upon the elevator doors opening, a middle-aged man in a dark suit, together with several attendants, waited respectfully at the entrance and said:

"Good evening, Mr. Chu, I am the housing department manager, Li Zhi. If you need anything, please instruct me to do it."

Chu Mo nodded lightly and then, led by the middle-aged man, strolled down the hallway to a door marked 1088. The man called Li Zhi respectfully said:

"This is the presidential suite prepared for Mr. Chu. Next door, 1087, is prepared for Miss Du, and Miss Qin Zixuan has been arranged on the fifty-fifth floor."

As the middle-aged man opened the door, Chu Mo stepped in and took a casual glance, then nodded lightly.

The whole room gave Chu Mo the impression of being very spacious and luxurious. From the furniture to the tea sets, everything was from internationally renowned brands.

However, compared to the understated luxury of Emperor's Mansion Villa Number One, this place could only be described as exuding a particularly strong nouveau riche vibe.

When Chu Mo turned around, he found that Du Yanyan was still standing outside the door. He quickly invited her in:

"Class President, please come in."

As he spoke, Chu Mo nodded to the middle-aged man behind him, who immediately understood. Once Du Yanyan stepped into the room, the middle-aged man gently said:

"Mr. Chu, you can dial four eights for the internal line if you need anything, and I will be at your service immediately."

The man with a respectful face left the suite, gently closing the door behind him.

Now that the room was free of outsiders, Du Yanyan, who had been quite restrained, finally relaxed and said:

"Chu Mo, I told you not to call me Class President anymore, just call me Yanyan. That's what my friends and relatives call me."

Chu Mo nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke:

"Yanyan, make yourself comfortable. How about some red wine to ease your fatigue?"

Upon hearing this, Du Yanyan sighed softly and said helplessly:

"Drinking wine on an empty stomach isn't good. I just got off the plane, and I haven't eaten anything yet. I was planning to go back to my room and make do with instant noodles."

Chu Mo had already had dinner with several executives earlier and thus hadn't thought about dinner. Seeing the pitiful look on Du Yanyan's face, he said with a smile:

"I was negligent, please wait a moment."

After finishing his sentence, he picked up the phone from the table and dialed four eights; shortly after, the call connected.

"Mr. Chu, please give your instructions."

"Prepare an Australian lobster for me, a serving of French foie gras, a fruit salad, and a portion of Kobe beef. Oh, and there seemed to be a bottle of red wine left unfinished from when I was drinking with some executives last time. Bring that up too."

"Certainly, Mr. Chu. Is there anything else you would like?"

After hesitating for a moment, Chu Mo continued,

"Bring me a set of clothes to change into, everything from inside out."

He hung up the phone and sat across from Du Yanyan, only to see the girl across from him with a look of something unsaid. Chu Mo raised an eyebrow:

"What's wrong? Is there something you're not satisfied with?"

Upon hearing this, Du Yanyan, shaking her long legs gently, sighed:

"This dinner probably costs half a year of my salary. Kobe steak and all, I've only ever heard of these but never actually tasted them. You're corrupting me with a sugar-coated bombardment, Chu Mo."

Chu Mo laughed it off, thinking it was some trivial matter, but it was only then that he noticed the exceedingly eye-catching pair of long, fair legs swaying back and forth across from him.

The girl had perfect leg proportions—not a bit too fat, not a bit too thin, just the right length. In Chu Mo's memory, only Zhou Yuanyuan, with her golden ratio long legs, could be compared to such perfection.

"If you want to eat something, just come here and eat it. Just give them my name, and they'll give you a free meal."

Chu Mo said with a teasing tone as he moved his gaze away from the short black skirt.

"Seriously though, Chu Mo, what is it that you do exactly? Could your family be some top-tier wealthy clan, with an arranged fiancée from a family of equal social status planned since childhood?"

Du Yanyan's wild imagination immediately amused Chu Mo, prompting him to wave his hand and say:

"Yanyan, you've been reading too many romance novels, haven't you? A top-tier wealthy family? Could we also throw in a domineering CEO? Or something like a beautiful female CEO fiancée?"

With a faint glimmer in her eyes and a seemingly casual pout, Du Yanyan said:

"Look who's talking. I remember, back in school, you used to sneak peeks at me. One time I caught you red-handed, and your face went all red. Tell me the truth, what were you looking at back then?"

The atmosphere stirred ever so slightly, and as his gaze inadvertently fell upon those fair legs, Chu Mo couldn't help but reminisce about his youthful college days.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Chu Mo got up to open the door, and a middle-aged man stood at the entrance with a bow. Behind him, stood four maids.

Two of them were holding casual suits, shirts, ties, underwear, and dress shoes, while one of the other two was pushing a small dining cart, and the other held a bottle of red wine.

"Mr. Chu, would you like to try on the clothes to see if they fit?"

Chu Mo waved a hand.

"I trust your professional judgement."

He then turned and headed back to the living room.

The four servers quickly got everything ready, and once the middle-aged man and the maids had left, Chu Mo, holding pajamas, said nonchalantly:

"Yanyan, go ahead and eat. I'm going to take a quick shower. If anything doesn't suit your taste, just dial four eights on the internal line. I'm off to wash up."

With that, Chu Mo entered the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Du Yanyan, who had come to the dining table, didn't rush to eat but took out her phone instead. She opened the camera and, finding several angles, started taking pictures. After snapping a dozen or so, she finally stopped.

As she was about to enjoy the meal, her gaze landed on the red wine in front of her. Hesitating slightly, she quickly searched on her phone's web browser.

A moment later, upon seeing the price of 590,000 per bottle on her phone, Du Yanyan's entire body involuntarily shivered slightly as she quickly massaged her arms, which had turned pale and pink.

"Crap, I've got goosebumps."