Trillionaire's Slice of Life

The glittering presidential suite, Du Yanyan stood on the balcony of the sixty-sixth floor, carefully selecting from several beautifully taken scenic photos.

She picked two pictures of the gourmet dishes, two of the guest room, and two of the scenery, and with a seemingly casual caption, she quickly posted them to her Moments.

This time, the likes should surely break a hundred, she thought.

When an excited Du Yanyan returned to the dining table, she couldn't help but swallow at the sight of the heaping array of top-notch dishes before her.

The hotel had prepared a lavish dinner, not only featuring the Kobe beef steak that Chu Mo had ordered, but also many other delicacies that the hotel had thoughtfully crafted.

Caviar, Kobe beef steak, braised crayfish with French pickle cake, porcini tart with secret goose liver sauce, Périgourdine puff pastry with truffle soup...

Paired with a bottle of wine worth hundreds of thousands, such a simple yet luxurious meal could easily account for five or six years of Du Yanyan's salary.

And that's without spending on anything else.

She glanced towards the bathroom, saw no sign of her old classmate coming out, and finally couldn't resist the temptation of the divine dishes before her.

Sitting elegantly at the table, she took up her knife and fork and gently carved into the Kobe beef in front of her...

The clearly marbled steak glistened under the light with a fatty sheen, the color pure and tender pink; just looking at it made her mouth water.

The moment she took a small piece of it with her fork and placed it in her mouth, the juicy and rich flavors exploded on her palate.

In an instant, Du Yanyan closed her eyes, a look of satisfaction spreading across her face.

Indeed, it lived up to its reputation as a world-class dish; just this one piece must cost at least three or four thousand.

After savoring the delicious steak, her gaze landed on the Australian lobster that had been roasted and shelled, lying in the plate with a golden piece of pickle cake on top, an amusing sight.

Without reserve, Du Yanyan enjoyed the delicious lobster, feeling as though she was melting away as she blissfully squinted her eyes again.

A moment later, she set down her knife and fork, and picking up the glass of red wine in front of her, she first sniffed it gently at her nose, then swirled the stemmed glass with finesse. After the whole routine, she sipped it lightly.

The unique bouquet of the world-class red wine made Du Yanyan's heartbeat quicken slightly, not sure if it was the wine's effect or her own emotions at play. Her cheeks flushed faintly, her beautiful eyes brimming with contentment and happiness.

While basking in the bliss of gourmet indulgence, an image of a green and naïve face suddenly flashed in her mind.

If she remembered correctly, it was a public class in her sophomore year, and while she was listening attentively, she suddenly felt a burning gaze from behind. When she turned her head, she saw a boy staring intently at her.

Back then, dreaming of romantic love, Du Yanyan naturally didn't give the nondescript boy a second glance, recalling how she fiercely glared at him, and then that boy—named Chu Mo—awkwardly lowered his blushing face.

So, just like that, had she missed out on a top-tier rich heir?

And at the time when he was most innocent and unspoiled?

As this thought surfaced, Du Yanyan suddenly felt that the exquisite food in front of her didn't taste quite as delicious as before.

If...

If she had accepted him back then, she might now be the mistress of this hotel, worth nearly ten billion, wouldn't she?

...

The perfectly seared foie gras clustered together at the center, accompanied by three different sauces, looked exquisite and tempting. The Kobe beef steak lay quietly in front of her, its tender juices alone enough to make one's mouth water.

However, at this moment, Du Yanyan was lost in a daze, and even the top-notch delicacies before her lost their allure.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the bathroom door was gently pushed open, and Chu Mo, dressed casually, emerged with a relaxed expression. Glancing at the nearly untouched dishes on the dining table, Chu Mo lightly inquired, his brows slightly raised:

"Sorry to keep you waiting… What's wrong, does the food not suit your taste? Tell me what you'd like, and I'll have the chef make it again for you."

Finally snapping out of her conflicted reverie upon hearing his words, Du Yanyan gently adjusted her hair behind her ears before smiling lightly:

"No, it's nothing. I just suddenly thought of something and got a bit emotional."

As her voice trailed off and she bit her lip, Du Yanyan continued, "Could you join me for the meal? There's so much food; I can't finish it all by myself, and it'd be a waste to throw it away."

Without declining, Chu Mo looked over the spread of exquisite delicacies on the table and took a seat opposite her. He picked up spare utensils and casually began to taste the food.

"Chu Mo, can I ask you a question?" Du Yanyan took a large sip from her wine glass, her cheeks flushed, and her long, slender legs swayed gently under the table, unintentionally brushing against the tip of Chu Mo's foot.

"Hm?" Chu Mo, after swallowing a mouthful of lobster, gave her a somewhat surprised glance and casually nodded, "Go ahead."

Du Yanyan hesitated, not asking immediately but instead downed the red wine in her glass. Then, bolstered by the alcohol, the coquettish woman softly inquired:

"Chu Mo, back in school, you clearly had feelings for me. Why didn't you pursue me?"

Chu Mo, utterly unprepared for such a question, widened his eyes. After a moment of stunned silence, he finally chuckled ruefully:

"You know, even if I had confessed, you wouldn't have accepted… and furthermore…!"

He paused, choosing silence over revealing his true thoughts.

The truth was, back then, Chu Mo merely had a slight fancy for her—plainly speaking, he thought her long, fair legs were attractive but that wasn't enough to be considered liking or disliking.

Of course, saying such things now would be hurtful, so it was better kept to himself.

A touch of melancholy flickered in her eyes as Du Yanyan sighed softly, knowing that Chu Mo was telling the truth.

Back then, as the class president, Du Yanyan was a significant figure in the class, while Chu Mo was practically invisible. Even if Chu Mo had truly confessed, she definitely would have rejected him.

So, they were doomed never to be together, weren't they?

Her gaze fixed on the handsome features of the man across from her, the man whom, just a few years ago, she wouldn't have given a second glance, had now grown mature and stable.

To let him slip by would indeed be a great pity.

Leveraging the courage from the alcohol and with her heart beating rapidly, Du Yanyan spoke with utmost seriousness:

"If I gave you another chance, would you confess to me again?"

Setting down his cutlery and gracefully wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin, Chu Mo looked at her tenderly and earnestly responded:

"Yanyan, as you know, in this world, there are no 'what-ifs.'"