Chapter 50: Meeting Chen Fang Again

After having his wounds bandaged by the nurses stationed there, Le Xiaotian, relying on his irresistible charm, managed to persuade a female officer to escort him to the Blue Moon Grand Hotel.

At the hotel entrance, sitting in the military vehicle, the female officer's eyes glistened with tears as she said, "Brother Xiaotian, are you sure you don't need me to give you a massage?"

Le Xiaotian replied languidly, "Xiaoling, you'd better get back to your duties first. When I have time, I'll sing you a song—a love song!"

Delighted, the female officer pouted and said with a hint of longing, "It's a promise, then."

Watching Xiaoling drive away reluctantly, Le Xiaotian tossed his windblown hair with a flourish. Brother Xiaotian is just too handsome—wherever he goes, he's adored by all, loved by flowers, chased by cars—what can he do about it?

After giving himself a mental pat on the back, Le Xiaotian strode toward the grand hotel.

"Sir, please stop there," the attendant at the door raised his hand to block his way.

Taken aback, Le Xiaotian asked, "What is it?"

The attendant sized him up: he was shirtless, barefoot, his trousers were in tatters and stained with blood. "I'm sorry, sir, but we cannot admit guests who are not properly dressed," the attendant responded.

Damn it!

Le Xiaotian pulled a flattened cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a drag. With a smile, he said, "You're doing your job well. Go check at the front desk—my name is Le Xiaotian. I booked a room here two days ago."

Arriving in a military vehicle and displaying a natural yet subtly authoritative demeanor, he seemed convincing enough to make the attendant hesitate. After a moment, the attendant replied, "Very well, please wait a moment."

Soon, the attendant returned, his face beaming. "Mr. Le, right this way."

Flicking his cigarette ash into the tray held by another attendant, Le Xiaotian entered the grand hotel.

At that moment, several female staff members approached with bright smiles. "Good evening, Mr. Le."

Stepping into the lobby, which was as lavish as a palace, Le Xiaotian's appearance attracted quite a bit of attention. Still, he remained composed. "My luggage should have arrived. Please bring it up to my room."

"Of course, Mr. Le," one of the women replied respectfully.

Le Xiaotian waved his hand. "Tell the kitchen to prepare a feast—thirty-two dishes, each enough for four people. Plenty of meat, heavy on the spice, and make sure there's noodles. And bring me three bottles of Cloud Ascend from '82, plus a dozen bottles of Moonlight Beer. That will do for now."

A collective gasp swept through the lobby.

Cloud Ascend wine—over a million each, and he wanted three bottles! Moonlight Beer—two hundred fifty thousand per bottle, and he wanted twelve!

Was this man the heir of a tycoon, an oil baron, or perhaps a celebrity?

Facing the astonished stares around him, Le Xiaotian was already accustomed to such situations. He was utterly unfazed and simply proceeded to his reserved suite.

Before long, Le Xiaotian was shown to a villa. It wasn’t a water villa, but the room exuded warmth. The walls were adorned with vivid murals of the blue sea.

The interior was exquisitely elegant with touches of modern luxury. Out front stretched a vast garden and a sparkling outdoor pool.

Surveying the suite, Le Xiaotian felt that the 80,000 Wu Yuan per night for this top-tier honeymoon room was money well spent.

As he was looking around, the attendant said respectfully, "Mr. Le, this is your room."

Le Xiaotian took a wad of cash from his luggage and handed it to the male and female attendants. "Alright, you can go now. If I need anything, I'll let you know."

Stunned by the thick stack of bills—surely several thousand—the attendants bowed deeply. "We wish you a pleasant stay, sir."

After dismissing them, Le Xiaotian pulled out a pair of shorts and swim trunks from his suitcase and headed toward the shower.

Though he’d been injured earlier, the wounds had been treated and wouldn’t get infected, so a bath would feel great.

After a hot, relaxing shower, Le Xiaotian emerged.

It wasn’t long before thirty-two food carts were rolled into the room. When the female attendants lifted the lids, delicious aromas filled the air.

Seated on the soft, comfortable bed, Le Xiaotian began to indulge himself.

After a few bites, he beckoned the attending woman. "No need for introductions—come, sit and eat with me."

Instead of describing the dishes, the attendant opened a bottle of wine for him. "Thank you for inviting me, Mr. Le, but I've already eaten."

Le Xiaotian reached into his bag, pulled out a bank card, and handed it to her. "I'm out of cash. There’s no password—just swipe a little extra for your tip."

What on earth? Most guests gave tips of ten or twenty, a hundred was rare. He’d just handed over thousands, and now he was offering his card!

Could it be that he was…?

Flustered, the attendant blushed and stammered, "Mr. Le, I'm sorry, but we don’t offer special services here."

Le Xiaotian nearly choked on his winter melon and pork rib soup.

He quickly explained to the nervous woman, "You misunderstood—completely misunderstood. Don’t overthink it. I just appreciate your good service and wanted to show my thanks. This should be enough for a decent pair of headphones."

Despite the prevalence of trashy music and films in Hongkun Heaven, genuine musical products and works of art were all the more valuable for it.

Fame wasn’t his goal—restoring light to the heavens was. That meant starting with those around him, and a good pair of headphones was essential.

He hadn’t expected her to get the wrong idea. Besides, if Brother Xiaotian wanted women, he would have his pick with a snap of his fingers.

Realizing her mistake, the attendant grew flustered. "I’m sorry, Mr. Le. There’s no need for more tips—the amount you gave earlier is more than enough."

Le Xiaotian didn’t press the matter and gnawed contentedly on a giant lobster. "Alright then—help me buy some diving gear, rent a speedboat, and arrange a car for pick-up and drop-off."

Still not taking the card, the attendant replied respectfully, "No need to worry, Mr. Le. All expenses are included in your room rate. Just leave it to us. By the way, hasn't your wife arrived yet?"

He’d booked the most expensive honeymoon suite at the Blue Moon Grand Hotel for the prestige of it. Su Yun and Yu Zhen had already been sent away—where was this wife supposed to come from?

Thinking of this, Le Xiaotian smiled, "The room's ready—just waiting for my wife to arrive."

The attendant paused, then covered her mouth with a giggle, wisely saying no more.

After feasting and drinking his fill, Le Xiaotian enjoyed a blissful sleep.

The next morning, bare-chested and equipped with diving gear and a swimsuit, Le Xiaotian prepared to exercise in anticipation of the All-Star Extreme Challenge.

But as he passed through the lobby, he caught sight of a familiar figure at the front desk.

"Xiaofang?"