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Liu Bing and Han Fei exchanged a glance.

An excited look flashed across their faces.

accepted.

This gentleman wasn't angry.

Liu Bing immediately put his hands in his pockets and took out his phone.

The screen lights up.

He opened WeChat and found the contact person pinned to the top.

My fingers flew across the keyboard.

"Sis, Brother Li agreed."

send.

They replied with an address instantly.

The Ritz-Carlton Hotel in Shanghai, 8th floor, Sky Suite.

Liu Bing locked the screen and let out a long sigh.

His life was saved.

They even grabbed his thigh.

If he messes things up today, his father will definitely break his legs when he gets back.

An hour later.

5:15 PM.

The massage is over.

Li Yichen put on the white shirt, buttoning it up to the second button below the collar.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

He took it out and glanced at it.

An unfamiliar local number in Shanghai.

connected.

"Mr. Li, this is Wang Jianjun."

The voice on the other end of the phone was filled with a cautious and respectful tone.

"The Lamborghini Veneno you ordered, along with several other cars, have already been delivered to Tomson Riviera."

"The property management office has strict access control; our handcart can't get in."

Li Yichen held the phone half an inch away from his ear.

"I'll let the property management let them through and open the gate for them."

He switched out of the call interface and opened the smart home app on his phone.

High-definition surveillance footage of the villa's entrance popped up on the screen.

Three heavy flatbed carts were lined up in a row.

The black Venom was parked at the very front, its carbon fiber body gleaming coldly in the setting sun.

The one in the middle is a Bugatti La Voiture Noire.

Following behind were a Rolls-Royce Phantom and a Ferrari Roma.

Several security guards from Tomson Riviera stood ramrod straight beside the cart, holding walkie-talkies and confirming with the control room.

Li Yichen pressed the open button at the bottom of the screen.

In the surveillance footage, the heavy black forged iron door slowly slid open to both sides.

"The door is open, drive in and park properly."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

next to.

Liu Bing and Han Fei stood ramrod straight.

The two of them had heard the sounds coming from the phone call very clearly.

poison.

Tomson Riviera.

Liu Bing's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

His family owns a large single-level apartment in Gubei, which he usually feels quite proud of.

Compared to the riverside villas of Tomson Riviera, this isn't even a storage room.

Han Fei put both hands into the pockets of his denim jacket.

The car, worth 300 million, was directly transported to the courtyard of Tomson Riviera by a handcart.

How big must this yard be to park so many cars?

He dared not ask.

All he knew was that the young man in the white shirt in front of him had an incredibly powerful trump card up his sleeve.

The three of them walked out of Heaven and Earth.

The sun outside was already setting in the west.

The glass door closed behind us, separating us from the sandalwood scent inside.

The doorman came forward and bowed.

"Please take care, gentlemen."

Li Yichen walked over to the dragon-green Yangwang U8.

He reached into his pocket with his right hand and pulled out his car keys.

It hasn't been pressed yet.

Liu Bing had already taken two steps forward and offered it with both hands.

"Brother Li, I'll drive."

His hand hovered in mid-air, waiting to receive the key.

Li Yichen glanced at him.

I didn't refuse.

The key was tossed over.

Liu Bing caught it with both hands, held it tightly in his palms, and turned to run towards the driver's seat.

the other side.

Han Fei had already opened the back door of the car.

His right hand was placed on the edge of the car roof.

"Brother Li, please get in the car."

This set of movements is so fluid and smooth, it's even more professional than the parking attendant at the entrance of a nightclub.

Li Yichen crouched down and sat inside.

These two rich kids know how to get things done.

Don't put on airs; when it's time to humble yourself, you're quicker than anyone else.

There's a reason why this kind of person can thrive in Shanghai's social circles.

Han Fei closed the back door, walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and got in.

Liu Bing started the car.

The dial lit up.

"Brother Li, my sister is staying at the Ritz-Carlton, which is about a half-hour drive away."

"Let's go."

U8 turned out of the intersection and merged into the evening rush hour traffic.

The carriage was very quiet.

Liu Bing gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, not daring to be distracted for a moment.

Han Fei sat in the passenger seat, holding his phone in his hand, but didn't dare to open any entertainment apps; he just held it there.

half an hour.

The car was parked outside the main entrance of the Ritz-Carlton Hotel.

The doorman stepped forward and opened the car door.

Han Fei rushed ahead of the doorman and yanked open the back door.

Li Yichen walked out stepping on the granite floor tiles.

Raise your head.

A person was standing next to the revolving glass door at the main entrance of the hotel.

Liu Xue.

She changed her clothes.

Previously, in the private room at Heaven on Earth, he was dressed in a cold, hard black and white business suit.

Now she's wearing a dark red velvet dress.

The skirt hem reached her ankles, and the waistline was extremely tight.

Her hair was no longer neatly coiled at the back of her head, but instead fell loose and draped over one shoulder.

It lacked some of the sharpness it displayed in the business world.

It has gained a kind of beauty that is extremely aggressive.

Li Yichen paused for half a second.

This woman is indeed beautiful.

With good bone structure, he can pull off this overwhelming color.

But he also has a really fiery temper.

The image of him pulling Han Fei up by the ear was still vivid in his mind.

When Liu Xue saw him get out of the car, she immediately stepped forward in her high heels to greet him.

The steps were small, but the pace was fast.

He stopped a meter in front of Li Yichen.

Extend your right hand proactively.

"Mr. Li."

Her voice was two octaves lower than it had been in the private room, conveying a deliberately suppressed gentleness.

"I was too impulsive at Heaven on Earth just now."

She paused for a moment.

"Concern can cloud judgment, and I lost my temper without understanding the situation. I hope you won't take it to heart."

"Consider this meal my apology to you."

Li Yichen looked at the hand extended in front of him.

Fair-skinned, with long, slender fingers and neatly trimmed nails without any nail polish.

He reached out and shook hands with her.

It feels slightly cool to the touch.

It separated with a single touch, without any force.

"fine."

Li Yichen withdrew his hand and put it in his pocket.

"You're also concerned about your brother."

He smiled.

"It's alright once the misunderstanding is cleared up."

That's a very understated statement.

Liu Xue's tense shoulders slumped down half an inch.

The anxiety that had been building all the way finally subsided.

This person doesn't hold grudges.

Or rather, he didn't take the conflict that just happened seriously at all.

This indifference is more unfathomable than any harsh accusation.

"Mr. Li is very generous."

Liu Xue stepped aside, making way for the main entrance.

"Please come in."

Li Yichen strode forward and walked inside.

Liu Xue followed half a step behind him.

Liu Bing and Han Fei walked at the very back.

The two exchanged a glance.

Han Fei nudged Liu Bing with his elbow.

His lips moved, but no sound came out.

The mouth movements were: "Your sister's face-changing speed is amazing."

Liu Bing rolled her eyes, too lazy to pay him any attention.

Four people walked through the hotel lobby.

The hall has a very high dome, and the light from the crystal chandelier shines on the polished marble floor.

The receptionists immediately stood up straight when they saw Liu Xue.

Liu Xue is a regular here; the Liu Family Pharmaceutical Group holds its annual year-end thank-you banquet here every year.

The waiter recognized her.

I also came to know her unyielding attitude.

But now.

The second young lady of the Liu family, who usually walks with a swagger and doesn't give anyone a second glance.

I was carefully following behind a young man in a white shirt.

Half a step behind.

This is a very clear posture of a subordinate.

The front desk supervisor scratched at the counter with her finger.

When did such a person emerge in Shanghai?

The elevator doors opened.

Eighth floor.

The corridor was covered with a thick wool carpet, completely absorbing the sound of footsteps.

A waiter wearing a black vest was already waiting at the elevator entrance.

Upon seeing Liu Xue, the waiter bent down.

"Mr. Liu, the Sky Terrace VIP room is ready."

"lead the way."

Liu Xue's voice regained some of its usual crispness.

The waiter walked ahead and pushed open the double mahogany door at the end of the corridor.

The private room was extremely large.

In the very center is a round mahogany table that can seat twenty people.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the night view of the Huangpu River, and the Oriental Pearl Tower on the opposite bank is already lit up.

Li Yichen went inside.

Liu Xue quickly walked around the round table and went to the seat of honor.

Grab the back of the chair with both hands and pull it back half a meter.

"Mr. Li, please have a seat here."

The waiter stood by the door, nearly dropping the menu in his hand.

Mr. Liu personally pulled out chairs for people?

If this scene gets out, it will probably cause an uproar in that circle in Shanghai.

Li Yichen glanced at the chair.

I didn't refuse.

He sat down directly.

He pointed to the empty seat next to him.

"Please don't be shy, have a seat."

Liu Xue sat down to Li Yichen's right.

Liu Bing and Han Fei sat down opposite each other, two seats apart.

Behave properly and stand up straight.

Liu Xue turned her head and looked at the waiter by the door.

"The food is ready to be served."

The waiter nodded.

Liu Xue took the hot towel from the table and wiped her hands.

"Mr. Li, do you usually drink alcohol?"

Li Yichen leaned back in his chair.

"Have a drink."

"So, do you prefer red wine or white wine?"

When Liu Xue asked this question, she had already mentally reviewed the inventory in the hotel's wine cellar.

Romanée-Conti.

Lafite.

As soon as he asked, she immediately had it brought up.

Li Yichen went through it in his mind.

Red wine is bland and sour.

Back when I worked at the food delivery station, it was so cold on winter nights that a few of us riders would chip in to buy a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), chug it down in one go, and feel the heat burn from our throats to our stomachs – that's what real alcohol is.

"White wine."

He provided the answer.

Liu Xue nodded.

She looked at the waiter standing by the door.

"Go get two bottles of Moutai."

Liu Xue paused for a moment, then added a sentence.

"I want the best vintage."

The waiter responded and left.

The door to the private room was closed again.

Liu Bing sat opposite him, her hands resting on her knees.

He looked at Li Yichen.

White shirt, ordinary casual pants.

In this private room where a meal could easily cost tens of thousands of yuan, he didn't own a single luxury item.

But that aura completely suppressed the entire room.

This isn't something that clothes can create.

This confidence comes from investing 300 million yuan.

Li Yichen picked up the lemon water on the table and took a sip.

This woman booked such a large private room and ordered the finest vintage Moutai.

They're adopting such a humble posture.

It's definitely not as simple as just making amends.

Businessmen make huge profits.

Liu Family Pharmaceutical Group.

He mentally went through the name.

Let's see what she's up to in a bit.

Since the food has already been served, I might as well eat it.

Five minutes later.

The door to the private room was pushed open.

The waiter walked in carrying a wooden tray with both hands.

On the tray, two faded bottles of old Moutai stood quietly, the red rubber seals on the bottle openings gleaming dimly under the light.