Chapter 76: Renting a Room for Rest

“No, thank you. We don’t need that!” Li Huan would never feel at ease accepting someone else’s generosity. He walked over to check the bill—just over six thousand. The rest wasn’t expensive, but just three glasses of red wine cost forty-five hundred, which made his heart ache. It was clear that Li Ruotong could only survive in such affluent families, otherwise she’d starve to death.

Li Huan didn’t have six thousand in cash, and his wallet couldn’t hold that much anyway. But Sun Feifei had quite a bit in her handbag. She counted out six thousand in bills and placed them on the waiter’s tray. “Please send this over. We can settle our own bill—thank you for us.”

“Certainly, just a moment.” The waiter walked to the man and whispered a few words. The man seemed reluctant to take the money back, said something to the waiter, then stood up and walked straight towards Li Huan’s table.

The two stunning beauties lounged calmly on the sofa, unperturbed as if this were nothing out of the ordinary. Li Huan, however, looked a little more guarded. This guy really didn’t know his place—here he was, sitting with two women, and yet this man still tried to strike up a conversation, as if Li Huan were invisible.

Of course, Li Huan understood a basic truth: in this world, apart from your closest loved ones, hardly anyone will truly care about you—unless you have enough power to command their respect.

Right now, Li Huan felt as if someone had come over just to steal his women. Although these two extraordinary beauties weren’t actually his, he still thought, “If you’re spending my money, then, at least for this moment, you’re mine.” He had no idea why such a silly thought would cross his mind, as if these two women were for sale.

“As a gentleman, how could I let the ladies pay? My friend, your actions make me feel quite guilty.” The man was in his early thirties, impeccably groomed, with rimless gold glasses perched on his nose. He exuded a distinguished air, and as he spoke to Li Huan, there was a teasing smile at the corner of his mouth. It wasn’t meant to mock Li Huan for letting Sun Feifei pay, but more like a harmless joke between old friends.

Li Huan frowned slightly and cursed inwardly. Damn it—if you hadn’t tried to play the hero and pay for us, would Sun Feifei have to pull out cash? I have seven digits in my bank account, after all.

“Looks like I’m not cut out to be a gentleman. But I’m sorry, there’s no need for you to feel guilty for me.” Li Huan didn’t like being the butt of these jokes. They weren’t even acquainted—who was he to belittle Li Huan just to raise himself up? Li Huan wasn’t about to be so noble as to play along.

The man looked momentarily surprised, his brows tightening. He was rather dismissive of Li Huan’s attitude. To someone without a Western education, this kind of playful banter among the elite would never make sense. This was precisely the charm that a mature, wealthy man used to attract younger women. Clearly, this young fellow wasn’t in the same league.

With that thought, the man smiled contentedly. Women always liked witty, mature men with deep pockets. He believed he fit the bill perfectly. He turned confidently to the two breathtaking women, a smile on his lips, imagining holding them in his arms, their bare bodies snuggling against him, and felt a surge of desire.

“Allow me to introduce myself—Chen Huafei. It’s a pleasure to meet you both. I hope we can become friends.” His voice radiated supreme self-confidence, almost commanding the conversation. He said “can,” not “could,” as if befriending them was a gift he was bestowing.

But to his disappointment, neither Li Ruotong nor Sun Feifei responded, nor did Li Huan. Li Huan certainly wasn’t about to embarrass himself by breaking the awkward silence for the sake of a stranger. We’re not close—no need to pretend as if we are.

Chen Huafei’s lips twitched; he was about to speak again when Li Huan suddenly stood up. Startled, Chen Huafei recoiled, blurting out, “What are you doing?”

Li Huan was briefly taken aback by the man’s defensive reaction—clearly, he thought Li Huan was about to start a fight. That struck Li Huan as rather funny, but he suppressed his amusement and said coolly, “Well, after dinner, of course, we’re going to get a room and sleep. I was about to ask what you were planning to do.”

At Li Huan’s words, Sun Feifei’s delicate cheeks flushed pink. She bit her lip, evidently recalling something. Li Ruotong, however, didn’t notice Sun Feifei’s embarrassment; she was simply annoyed by Li Huan’s words. She shot him a glare. “Who’s getting a room with you? Dream on.”

Although Li Ruotong spoke softly, Chen Huafei overheard her. Hearing that Li Huan was planning to take two stunning beauties to a hotel, he felt utterly humiliated. What kind of world was this? A broke loser suddenly snatching away two goddesses and sharing a bed with both—this was pure fairytale nonsense!

Thankfully, Li Ruotong’s blunt rejection reignited the flames of hope in Chen Huafei’s heart. For women of this caliber, playing hard to get was the key to success—a lesson he’d learned from years of chasing women.

Chen Huafei turned slightly, smiling as he watched Li Ruotong and Sun Feifei leave, his gaze following their alluring figures, a deeply satisfied expression on his face. He didn’t even bother to ask for their contact information, treating it as nothing more than a chance encounter.

Li Huan shot him an irritated glance—this guy was shameless, blatantly ogling the women right in front of another man. If he’d tried that with someone hot-tempered, he’d have gotten a couple of fists the size of clay pots to the face.

After the three left, the smile faded from Chen Huafei’s lips. He sneered, curling his mouth at Li Huan’s retreating back. Only then did he take out his phone, dial a number, and say, “Xiao Sun, keep an eye on a few people for me… Yes, just left, one man, two women…”

After hanging up, Chen Huafei returned to his seat. He’d been dining alone, likely hoping to chance upon a beautiful woman, flaunt his wealth, and get her into bed—if not on charm alone, then with a little money. One way or another, his goal was the same.

“Come with me to a cocktail party—it’s boring to go alone!” Li Ruotong suddenly seemed to remember something. She turned to look at Li Huan and Sun Feifei, her face full of anticipation.

The three of them left the restaurant and walked straight down Queen’s Road toward the parking lot. Li Huan had wanted to experience the luxury of a five-star hotel, but both Sun Feifei and Li Ruotong had scoffed at the idea. Going to a hotel with a man, even if nothing happened, was just too suggestive.

Li Huan felt rather aggrieved—he’d wanted to go alone, but the two beauties misunderstood him. Hearing Li Ruotong’s suggestion, Li Huan instinctively turned to Sun Feifei, as if to seek her opinion.

“Why are you looking at me? The boss is right here—do you need my permission? If you can keep Xiao Tong happy, you might even earn a nice tip!” Sun Feifei grinned mischievously, clearly enjoying the opportunity to tease Li Huan, even at her boss’s expense.

“Feifei, what are you talking about? Do you take me for one of those desperate middle-aged widows?” Li Ruotong could hear the teasing in Sun Feifei’s voice. The idea that she’d pay Li Huan for making her happy made her uncomfortable, as if she were one of those wealthy women in romance novels throwing money at handsome young men.

“How would I know if you’re desperate or not? But I do know you’re neither middle-aged nor a widow!” Sun Feifei’s words were ambiguous but laced with meaning. Li Huan, however, couldn’t decipher the teasing undertones between the two women. Instead, his gaze kept drifting to their bare, slender thighs, a look of contentment spreading across his face.

Li Ruotong was taller, her high heels tapping crisply against the pavement. Her long, shapely legs swayed gracefully with each step, smooth skin brushing against itself, unimpeded by any stockings. Though her form-fitting suit skirt covered her thighs from below her hips to just above her knees, Li Huan could still sense the firmness and fullness of her legs.

Her tailored suit accentuated her sinuous curves, the fitted jacket hugging her back, the deep arch of her spine making her hips appear even rounder and more alluring—an irresistible temptation. Like Sun Feifei, she wore no stockings, exposing her flawless legs to the night air. Under the lights, her skin glowed with a milky radiance, the taut lines of her legs as seductive as if she were stripping away the last layer of silk to reveal her most graceful form.

Li Huan no longer dared to admire Sun Feifei’s legs—just a few glances at those four snowy limbs swaying in front of him was enough to make his whole body flush with heat, as if something was about to burst from his nose.

Recently, Li Huan had seen a post online where girls protested that guys had no right to say they felt hot in summer. But right now, with two beauties baring their legs and revealing curves that could swallow a man whole, he wanted to ask: What man wouldn't feel hot under such circumstances?