Chapter 077 The Imperial Tower

“Li Huan…” Sun Feifei called out, but after a long moment with no response, she stopped and turned around.

Suddenly, with a soft thud that felt like a fist sinking into cotton or a slab of jelly crashing to the ground and quivering, a shadowy figure barreled straight into her arms. The next instant, her chest was filled with someone’s head.

“Mmm, glug…” Li Huan made a strange sound. He’d just been comparing whose legs were shapelier between Sun Feifei and Li Ruotong, but hadn’t come to a conclusion before he heard someone calling his name. He’d been a little lost in thought, slow to react, and by the time he looked up, he was confronted by a dazzling whiteness. Instinctively, his head plunged forward.

In that instant, everything seemed to overflow—the softness under his face was like chilled jelly, springy and supple, but the two tender, snow-white mounds pressed against him radiated warmth, their fullness and roundness exuding a sweet, intoxicating allure that made him want to bite down and taste exactly what flavor they might be.

Li Huan’s whole face was buried in Sun Feifei’s chest, her ample curves nearly engulfing half his head. As he breathed in the sweet scent, he suddenly felt short of breath. Unconsciously, he parted his lips, his hot, damp mouth brushing across her smooth, white skin, leaving a trail of moist marks behind…

“Ah…” Sun Feifei gasped, her voice more like a moan than a cry—like a note, long suppressed, bursting free. Only then did she realize what had happened. Flustered, she grabbed Li Huan’s head and pushed him away.

At the side, Li Ruotong was frozen in shock, mouth agape. She hadn’t expected Li Huan to be so bold, daring to tease Sun Feifei so openly in public. For an instant, her mind went blank, but she quickly recovered, shouted, “Pervert!” and swung her purse at Li Huan’s head.

Li Huan looked flustered, not quite sure what had happened until Li Ruotong’s bag connected with his skull, bringing him sharply back to his senses. Seeing that she was about to hit him again, he darted away in a flash.

Noticing the commotion, a number of bystanders began to stare. Sun Feifei hurriedly straightened her collar, touched her burning cheeks, and quickly followed after the two who were now chasing each other ahead, hoping no one had witnessed that embarrassing scene. It was mortifying!

The three of them retrieved their car from the parking lot—once again, the Bentley led the way, with Sun Feifei and Li Ruotong together, while Li Huan drove alone in the convertible BMW, soaking up the stares of passersby, exuding the unmistakable air of a nouveau riche.

The venue for Li Ruotong’s cocktail party was in the Emperor Tower, opposite Lion’s Gate Food Street. Three years ago, the Emperor Tower became the landmark of Zhonghai City, and it still inspired awe in countless people. Its opulence and grandeur radiated from its very bones, unmistakably marking it with an aura of exclusivity. Even just passing by the entrance, one could easily feel as though the place only welcomed the wealthy—and, in truth, that was exactly the case.

Although its official status as the city’s landmark had been superseded, the Emperor Tower still held an unshakable place in the hearts of Zhonghai’s elite. It was the playground of the city’s most talked-about tycoons, with hundreds, if not thousands, of multi-millionaires gathered here every day to indulge themselves.

But even more numerous than the millionaires were the brash heirs and scions of billionaires and high officials. This was their paradise. If a bomb were dropped here, wiping out these heirs, an unimaginable amount of wealth would suddenly pour out of private accounts!

Of course, the security measures here were top-notch—every entrance required an identity check, and only members or those accompanied by supreme members could enter the Emperor Tower.

Li Ruotong was without a doubt a supreme VIP, holding a water-diamond card that symbolized the highest tier of membership. Even so, when she brought Sun Feifei and Li Huan inside, both of their identities had to be registered. Aside from that, there were no further checks.

If a high-tier member vouched for someone who later broke the rules, the member would be held responsible. That alone was enough to prevent anyone from bringing in strangers to cause trouble.

But more importantly, there simply weren’t many people in all of Zhonghai who dared to stir up trouble in the Emperor Tower!

On either side of the building were gardens filled with rare and exotic plants imported from abroad, blooming in every season without interruption. In the center stood a massive fountain plaza, its vibrant water curtain forming fantastical shapes in midair—so dazzlingly beautiful that it left visitors awestruck.

Li Huan paused to take it all in, tempted to snap a photo with his phone, only for Li Ruotong to stop him with a glance. “Are you looking to get thrown out? No photography allowed here!”

“Not even photos?” Li Huan clicked his tongue. Was this a military base or something? But on second thought, it made sense. A place like this wouldn’t want any exposure—who knew what compromising scenes might accidentally end up in someone’s photo? That could spell real trouble.

Looking around, Li Huan noticed numerous visible security cameras—no doubt every move he made was being monitored from behind a screen. After all, this was his first visit; to them, he was a stranger.

Stepping into the Emperor Tower, Li Huan finally understood just how lavish this so-called “millionaire’s enclave” truly was. At the heart of the lobby stood a massive aquarium, its walls crafted from pure crystal, veiled by a shimmering curtain of water that refracted the light into dazzling colors.

The first-floor lobby wasn’t crowded. As soon as the three entered, a manager—according to her name badge—approached. She seemed to know Li Ruotong well and, after exchanging a few pleasantries, led them to the VIP elevator, pressed the floor button, and retreated with the utmost respect.

It was Li Huan’s first time experiencing such treatment—he felt a bit out of place. But the wealthy relished this kind of ultimate service. He was only here for the spectacle and had no right to criticize.

“What I mentioned to you earlier—you should consider it.” Out of the blue, Li Ruotong spoke, her words leaving both Li Huan and Sun Feifei confused.

After a moment, Li Huan realized she was referring to the proposal that he manage Dancing with Wolves. The idea left him both flattered and baffled. He was nothing more than a lowly waiter. Even if he was close to Sun Feifei, surely it shouldn’t be Li Ruotong making the offer—if it had come from Sun Feifei, he might have found it easier to accept. But Sun Feifei wasn’t the major shareholder; only Li Ruotong had the authority.

Li Huan fell silent. The whole thing was beyond his comprehension. When a windfall like this landed in someone’s lap, anyone who wasn’t completely dazed would dig deeper, searching for the hidden catch in Li Ruotong’s intentions.

“Ruotong, are you serious?” Sun Feifei had planned to ask Li Ruotong privately about her true intentions, but now that she brought it up again, Sun Feifei realized her boss and best friend had already made up her mind.

“Yes,” Li Ruotong replied. “I’ve been thinking it over all the way here—if I want to walk away clean, I need someone I can truly trust. And after careful consideration, out of all the men around me, there isn’t a single one I can trust completely—except for Li Huan. He’s the only suitable choice.” She didn’t shy away from saying this in front of Li Huan, expressing her genuine thoughts.

Sun Feifei found it incredible. Li Ruotong wasn’t the impulsive, hot-blooded type—she possessed a rationality few others had. Still, Sun Feifei felt she was being too hasty. After all, Li Huan was still a university student with no guarantee he could successfully run Dancing with Wolves.

“You trust Li Huan that much?” Sun Feifei knew she couldn’t change Li Ruotong’s mind, so she asked the most practical question.

Li Ruotong frowned, then relaxed and smiled, her gaze sweeping over Li Huan. “I don’t trust him! But he’s already seen my body and shamelessly thinks he’s done nothing wrong. The good thing about a man this shameless is that he’s not great at scheming. I appreciate that kind of brazen honesty.”

Li Huan nearly choked on his own blood—he wanted to spit it all over Li Ruotong’s face. Was she complimenting him or insulting him? Who was shameless here?

Sun Feifei was convinced. With things said this plainly, she couldn’t find another reason to refuse Li Huan the offer.

As for Li Huan—well, he decided it wasn’t worth arguing with her.

The elevator stopped at the seventeenth floor, and as the doors opened, they were greeted by the sight of a grand and lively gathering. Well-dressed men and women in elegant, glamorous, or daring evening gowns mingled throughout the hall. Waiters glided among them with trays of champagne and wine, their movements so fluid and practiced that, even in the most crowded spots, not a single drop was spilled.

Li Huan couldn’t help but compare this to his own experience carrying trays at Dancing with Wolves—a wave of emotion swept through him. These were the real professionals!

Glancing around, he was stunned. Even the female servers, dressed in sexy, backless cheongsams, were all strikingly beautiful and clearly young—none over twenty-five, each with refined features and tall, graceful figures, as if handpicked from a modeling competition. For a newcomer like Li Huan, it was a feast for the eyes.