Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce-Chapter 435 - 132: Cui Yingying Throws Herself into My Arms
The word ’eat’ was emphasized here.
Cui Yingying immediately understood her friend’s meaning.
She felt a bit of anticipation but was embarrassed, and said disapprovingly, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Oh, if you’re not interested, just forget it. The handsome guy I mentioned is my boss I’ve told you about before. He’s a decent person, and as long as you’re willing to pay a little price, I think he’d be willing to pay my penalty fee for you."
"Of course, if you’re not willing, just forget it."
Shan Yiyi reiterated once more, indicating that she was merely suggesting an idea.
Whether to accept it or not was entirely up to her.
Cui Yingying fell silent, lost in thought.
After dinner.
Cui Yingying rushed to pay the bill.
Then she quietly asked Shan Yiyi, "Send me your boss’s contact information!"
Seeing the teasing expression on the other party’s face, she immediately clarified, "It’s not what you think. I just want to talk to him to see if there’s any other way to get him to pay the breach of contract penalty for me."
"Hehe... What are you thinking? I wasn’t thinking what you imagined.
Yingying is so outstanding, of course the company would be willing to pay the breach of contract penalty for you."
Even though she said that, in her heart she was thinking: He’s exactly the type to never make a move without seeing a rabbit; good luck with that.
That night.
Sun Dasheng received a text message from an unknown number.
He originally thought it was spam, but then he noticed the familiar words: Shan Yiyi.
So that girl leaked my contact information?
Next time, I must teach her a lesson to let her know this isn’t right.
Not long after receiving the text, the other party sent a friend request on WeChat.
The request was accepted.
Video call.
A pretty girl appeared on the screen.
She greeted with a slight smile:
"I’m sorry, President Sun, to be so presumptuous. I got your contact information from my classmate Shan Yiyi. I’m her classmate, Cui Yingying.
Also an actress, currently signed with a certain management company."
After listening to her introduction.
Sun Dasheng found a comfortable position, leaned back on the sofa, and asked: "So, why are you contacting me?"
Cui Yingying showed a trace of hesitation on her face, then her eyes became determined as she said:
"It’s hard to explain over the phone, could we meet in person?
I don’t know where you are, but I can come to find you."
Sun Dasheng then picked up the brand label beside him, glanced at it and said: "Lijing Hotel, presidential suite. Once you arrive at the hotel lobby, just mention my name to the front desk.
Someone will guide you in."
Beep beep beep...
The line went dead. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮
The video call was hung up.
Cui Yingying was dumbfounded and somewhat at a loss.
She originally thought he would choose a restaurant, at the very least a café.
Unexpectedly, for the first meeting, she was asked to go to a hotel.
Hotel.
This isn’t necessarily a good place.
At least to her.
To go or not to go?
This was indeed a super tricky dilemma for her.
....
Lijing Hotel.
Front desk.
A sneaky-looking girl, wrapped up tightly.
Wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses in the dead of night, and a mask.
Afraid of being recognized by anyone.
The well-experienced receptionist was taken aback by her appearance, and if not for her strong professional composure, she might have laughed on the spot.
Beauty, dressing up like this might make you stand out more, you know?
She probably guessed she’s some kind of celebrity or internet influencer.
Of course, the celebrity was more likely, as not many influencers would bother to be so secretive.
"Hello, Miss, how can I help you?" The receptionist smiled warmly at her.
Cui Yingying’s heart pounded with panic, but fortunately, along the way, it seemed that no one noticed her (so she thought).
She leaned in toward the desk, speaking in a low voice like a secret agent handing off information: "Could you please take me to the presidential suite reserved by my friend Mr. Sun."
The receptionist gave her an evaluative look, more convinced that she was indeed a celebrity.
Wealthy people, celebrities, haha...
"Certainly, Miss. Could you please provide Mr. Sun’s phone number’s last digits for confirmation? We ask for your understanding that this is for our guests’ privacy and security."
"I understand!" Cui Yingying reported the last digits while thinking, no wonder it’s a five-star hotel presidential suite, this service is truly thoughtful.
Quickly, the information was verified.
As the last step, they confirmed once more with the guest in the presidential suite.
They didn’t do this from the start to avoid bothering the guest.
They couldn’t just verify with every random person claiming to look for a guest in the presidential suite, otherwise, they might soon be out of a job.
Confirmation was successful.
The receptionist came out with a smile, "This way, please! I’ll take you there."
"This elevator is the exclusive one for the presidential suite guests here at our hotel."
Seeing her curiosity as she inspected an elevator with just one button, the receptionist proactively explained.
Cui Yingying nodded discreetly, not showing any surprise on her face.
Because doing so might make the other party think she was a country bumpkin.
"Here we are, just ring the doorbell, and if you need anything, please call the front desk hotline, we are happy to assist you."
With that, the receptionist turned and left, not lingering.
She knew that what would ensue was beyond something she should witness.
She was right, not long after she left.
The door opened.
A pair of strong arms reached out from inside.
Scooped the woman at the entrance in.
"Huh? Wait... my shoes flew outside... No, my socks are a limited edition, don’t you tear them... Why are you ripping my Gucci clothes apart?... What? You’ll compensate with ten sets? Oh, then it’s fine!"
"No, you mustn’t tear this, it’ll... What, you have plenty more to give me... Oh, Mr. Sun, please feel free to tear them."
After an intense battle.
Cui Yingying was exhausted, the clothes she wore before lay scattered on the floor, not a single piece intact.
She stared blankly at the ceiling, wondering how things turned out this way?
She had only intended to discuss the contract breach penalty with him properly.
How come...
It seemed to be a case of throwing herself into someone’s arms instead?
