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Manager Zhou walked over, bowed slightly, and asked Zhao Zixuan, "Mr. Zhao, what would you like to drink?"

Zhao Zixuan glanced at the decanter in front of Luo Fei. The bottle of Latour had been aerated for a while, and a faint aroma of wine was wafting out.

"This one is fine, thank you."

Manager Zhou poured him a glass and then stepped aside.

Zhao Zixuan picked up his wine glass, clinked it with Luo Fei's, and took a sip.

He swirled the wine in his mouth, swallowed it, and nodded: "Good wine."

Luo Fei looked at him but didn't rush to speak.

Zhao Zixuan put down his wine glass, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag. The smoke he exhaled dispersed under the light, faint like a thin mist.

Luo Fei spoke up: "Fourth brother, I'll get you a membership, so you can come anytime."

Zhao Zixuan froze for a moment, a piece of cigarette ash fell from his hand and landed on the tablecloth, burning a small hole. He quickly flicked the ash away, but the hole was already there, with its yellowed edges showing.

"Member? Here?"

Luo Fei nodded and turned to look at Manager Zhou.

"Manager Zhou, my friend would like to get a premium membership, is that possible?"

Manager Zhou replied with a smile almost without hesitation, "Of course. It's an honor for our club to have Mr. Zhao here."

He walked to Zhao Zixuan's side and bowed slightly.

"Mr. Zhao, could you please give me your ID card? I'll help you with the paperwork."

Zhao Zixuan glanced at Luo Fei, and Luo Fei nodded.

He took his ID card out of his pocket and handed it to Manager Zhou. Manager Zhou took it with both hands, said "Please wait a moment," and then left.

Only two people remained in the private room.

Zhao Zixuan leaned back on the sofa, holding a teacup, but didn't drink it. He just held it and stared at Luo Fei for several seconds.

"Brother Fei, how did you get in?"

Luo Fei picked up his water glass, took a sip, and said, "I got in through connections."

"Who did you ask?" Zhao Zixuan pressed. "Even my dad is just a regular member here. You got into the top tier the moment you arrived, and you even got me a premium membership—this person you asked must have some serious connections!"

Luo Fei smiled but didn't respond to that question. Instead, he pointed to the dishes on the table and said, "Try the food first, don't just keep asking questions."

Several cold dishes were already laid out on the table, on exquisite plates, arranged like a work of art.

Zhao Zixuan glanced at it, picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of cold jellyfish salad, chewed it twice, nodded, and then took another piece.

Luo Fei also picked up his chopsticks and took a bite.

The jellyfish was finely chopped, with a crisp texture, and the seasoning was just right, with a good balance of vinegar and garlic.

But he felt it was still lacking, and compared to what he made, it lacked a sense of depth.

Soon, the hot dishes began to be served.

Each dish is exquisite and meticulously prepared, so beautifully presented that it's almost a shame to eat it.

Zhao Zixuan ate very quickly.

Luo Fei looked at him, said nothing, and picked up a piece of fish.

The fish was very tender and cooked to perfection, but the flavor was still lacking; it seemed to be missing something.

Manager Zhou poured the wine himself, his movements slow and steady, the wine flowing down the side of the glass without spilling a single drop.

Zhao Zixuan picked up his wine glass, swirled it, smelled it, said "Good wine," and then downed it in one gulp.

Luo Fei looked at him and sighed inwardly.

The fourth brother didn't used to drink like this.

Back in the dorm, he was very particular about drinking. He would let red wine breathe for a long time, add ice balls to whiskey, and wait for the foam to disappear before drinking beer.

After a few rounds of drinks, Zhao Zixuan became more talkative.

"Brother Fei, do you know that my dad's company is going to go bankrupt?"

He spoke in a calm tone, as if he were talking about something unrelated to himself, but his fingers were gripping the wine glass tightly.

Luo Fei remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

"We're being targeted. Several projects ran into problems at the same time, the funding chain broke, the banks stopped lending, and the shareholders wanted to withdraw their investment. My dad barely slept for a week, and half of his hair turned white."

He finished the rest of his drink, put down the glass, and gave a wry smile. "I used to think that doing business was just about competition and rivalry, nothing serious. Now that it's my turn, I know how unpleasant it is."

Luo Fei poured him a glass of wine and said softly, "Take it slow, it will be alright."

Zhao Zixuan picked up his wine glass, then put it down again, saying, "Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. I'm quite happy that you treated me to dinner today."

He picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of sea cucumber, put it in his mouth, chewed it gently a few times, and his expression suddenly changed.

"Brother Fei, this sea cucumber tastes really good."

Luo Fei smiled slightly: "Eat more if you like."

The meal took almost two hours.

Zhao Zixuan drank quite a bit of wine, his cheeks flushed, and he gradually became more talkative.

Luo Fei listened quietly from the side, occasionally interjecting a word or two, sometimes showing a smile, and occasionally pouring wine for Zhao Zixuan.

At the end of the meal, Zhao Zixuan put down his chopsticks, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Brother Fei, thank you."

Luo Fei asked, "What are you thanking me for?"

"This meal is the most reassuring I've had in the past few days."

Luo Fei smiled slightly and remained silent.

After the meal, Manager Zhou approached and asked softly, "Would you two like to relax a bit? We have a spa, foot bath, sauna, tea room, and card room available."

Luo Fei glanced at Zhao Zixuan.

The fourth brother had drunk quite a bit; his cheeks were flushed, but he seemed to be in good spirits. He said, "Alright, let's go get a foot massage then."

Manager Zhou enthusiastically led the way, taking Zhao Zixuan and Luo Fei to the SPA area on the third floor.

The air here is filled with the faint scent of lavender, and soft, gentle music flows like water.

Pushing open the wooden door of the private room, you'll find that although the interior is slightly smaller than the restaurant, it has a unique and exquisite charm.

Two dark brown leather massage chairs stood side by side against the wall, with a huge projection screen hanging in front of them. Several of the latest movie catalogs were placed on the control panel next to them, allowing guests to watch movies on demand at any time.

Soft, warm yellow light shines from the frosted pendant lights on the ceiling, illuminating the entire space in a cozy and comfortable atmosphere.

After changing into soft bathrobes, two technicians dressed in simple work clothes gently knocked on the door and came in.

With gentle smiles on their faces, they softly inquired about the couple's health conditions and massage preferences.

Once the massage began, the technicians' techniques were exceptionally professional. Their fingertips applied just the right amount of pressure as they moved across the muscles, neither too heavy to cause discomfort nor too light to be ineffective. Each pressure point was precisely placed on the sore acupoints, making the tired body feel relaxed little by little.

Zhao Zixuan leaned back comfortably in the massage chair and let out a long sigh of relief, his tense nerves gradually relaxing.

He closed his eyes, feeling the warmth from the technician's skillful hands. In less than ten minutes, his breathing became even and long, and a low snore began to sound, indicating that he had completely fallen asleep.

Luo Fei glanced at him and saw that Zhao Zixuan was sleeping soundly. He then carefully gestured for the technician next to him to be quiet and pointed to the sleeping Zhao Zixuan.

The technician immediately understood, nodded slightly, and moved even more gently, trying to avoid making any noise even when moving her body.

The only sounds in the private room were Zhao Zixuan's steady breathing and the gentle massage sounds from the masseuses.

About an hour later, the massage ended. The masseuses quietly packed up their things, gestured to Luo Fei, and then quietly left the room.

Meanwhile, Zhao Zixuan was still fast asleep, with a slight smile on his lips, as if he were having a sweet dream.

Luo Fei hesitated for a moment, but still woke him up.

"Fourth brother, it's time to go."

Zhao Zixuan opened his eyes, groggily looked around, then sat up and rubbed his face: "I fell asleep?"

Luo Fei replied, "Yes, I slept for almost an hour."

Zhao Zixuan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "It's been a long time since I've slept this soundly."

The two changed their clothes and left the private room.

Manager Zhou was already waiting at the door, holding a black card holder, which he handed to Zhao Zixuan with both hands: "Mr. Zhao, this is your VIP membership card. In the future, you can go directly to the second floor and above. The top-tier private rooms require advance reservations; you can call me anytime."

Zhao Zixuan took the card holder, opened it, and saw a rose gold card inside. The front of the card had the words "Cloud Top Heavenly Palace" printed on it, and the back had his name and membership number.

He stared at it for several seconds, then looked up and glanced at Luo Fei.

His eyes held a mix of emotions—gratitude, curiosity, and doubt. He didn't ask anything, put the wallet in his pocket, and patted Luo Fei on the shoulder.

"Let's go."

The two walked into the lobby, ready to leave.

It was late at night, and there were fewer people in the lobby than in the evening; only a few guests were still sitting on the sofas chatting quietly.

Just as they were about to reach the door, a voice came from behind them.

"Hey, isn't this Young Master Zhao?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was jarring, carrying a deliberate air of surprise.

Luo Fei stopped in his tracks.

Zhao Zixuan also stopped. His body stiffened for a moment, then he slowly turned around.

A young man stood up from the sofa.

He was twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing a flashy suit with the collar open, revealing a very thick gold chain.

His face was round, and his skin was unnaturally pale.

He had a cigarette dangling from his lips, and some ash fell onto his suit. He patted it off, but didn't get it completely clean, leaving a grayish-white stain.

There were two other people sitting next to him, who also looked like rich kids, and they were all smiling, their smiles carrying a deeper meaning.

The man walked over, stopped in front of Zhao Zixuan, looked him up and down, and his eyes were filled with undisguised contempt.

"Isn't your company about to go bankrupt and be liquidated? How come you still have money to spend in places like this?"

He took a drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaled, and the smoke hit Zhao Zixuan's face before he spoke, "Or are you here to freeload?"

Zhao Zixuan's expression changed abruptly; the blush that had risen from his slight intoxication vanished instantly, leaving him somewhat pale.

He clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles cracking, but he remained standing there, saying nothing.

Luo Fei stood to the side, his gaze fixed on the man. His expression remained unchanged, but his eyes turned colder.

Manager Zhou, who was not far away, witnessed this scene and immediately walked over quickly.

He didn't look at the young man, but instead turned his questioning gaze to Luo Fei.

Luo Fei gently shook his head.

Seeing this, Manager Zhou stepped back and stood quietly to the side.