Love? The Reborn Me Just Wants to Obtain Rewards-Chapter 546 - 240 The Underlying Color of Youth_2

Su Huai was aware of the situation, so he readily paid.

"Senior sister, just get hospitalized! I’ll communicate with them to see if we can get you a private ward. Money is a small matter—don’t worry."

But the communication result was that the orthopedics department didn’t have private wards; the best room was a four-person room, and medical resources were seriously insufficient.

In the hospitals of the Imperial Capital, there was absolutely no question about the standard of care, but there were simply too many patients and too few medical staff—they couldn’t cope.

Actually, the doctors didn’t advise her to be hospitalized either and kindly persuaded her: "With your condition, as long as someone cares for you, convalescing anywhere would be the same. There’s really no need to squeeze in here; it’s too far and not even on the cooperative list..."

Yan Mengqing was pretty resourceful too. She had shown such reluctance to stay in the dorm before, but now she suddenly made up her mind.

"Forget it, junior brother, don’t waste your money on me. I’ll go back and stay at the dorm. At most, I’ll trouble my roommates to take care of me for a few days, it’s nothing."

Her statement made her seem so understanding, sweet, and sensible.

Su Huai knew in his heart that she was doing it deliberately, yet he couldn’t help but feel grateful.

Getting a private room at room 304 was not something that could be settled with just money. For such a minor injury, it wouldn’t be worth it to ask for favors. So, she would have to endure staying in the dorm.

However, Su Huai had already accepted the plan for her to return to the dorm and decided to buy her some fruits and nutritional supplements to compensate. Chen Nuanhan disagreed.

"Don’t do that, it’s too unfair to senior sister!"

Chen smiled and spoke out before she could react, and immediately sold out Su Huai.

"How can she recuperate in the dorm? If she accidentally bumps or bruises herself again, how can Susu bear the responsibility? Here’s the thing, your male god has a little nest on the outside. It’s no problem to accommodate you for half a year. Let’s go, sister will take you to enjoy the good life!~~~"

What the hell?!

What are you, an owl?!

Su Huai was dumbstruck as he glanced sideways, feeling that today’s Chen Nuanhan seemed so unfamiliar.

It wasn’t strange that she knew about that presidential suite being a long-term rental. Su Huai hadn’t instructed Dave to specifically conceal this matter, but her attitude...

Chen Xiaonuan, you’re not acting right!

Yan Mengqing also realized that Chen Nuanhan was up to no good, yet she couldn’t bring herself to let go of this opportunity.

Su Huai’s little abode, ah—couldn’t she then meet with him in private often?!

"Er, really? Can I?"

She turned her head to look at Su Huai, her eyes primarily seeking consent, with a smidgen of worry about bothering him.

Beautiful women are all fucking Academy Award winners!

Su Huai cursed internally about others’ acting skills, but he was all smiles and generously replied, "It’s no trouble at all. I don’t usually stay there, so accommodating you is quite convenient."

Knowing that Chen Nuanhan was up to something didn’t mean he had to expose her.

Gou Huai actually wanted to see what kind of scheme she had brewed in her gourd.

Chen Nuanhan excitedly helped Yan Mengqing up, urging Su Huai to go out and hail a cab, while she followed behind, slowly enticing Yan Mengqing with KFC.

"Senior sister, once you’re there you’ll see how good I am to you. I myself have only been there once on my birthday. You won’t need to trouble your roommates when you stay over there; on the contrary, it will be your roommates begging you for companionship..."

Blah blah blah, she chatted away, stirring up Yan Mengqing’s curiosity.

Arriving at the Shangri-La Hotel entrance, she came to her senses: "Junior brother, you have a long-term rental at the hotel?"

"Yeah." Su Huai nodded lightly, "But I don’t really live there; it’s just convenient for when I travel."

As Yan Mengqing was about to continue questioning, the lobby manager rushed over.

"Mr. Su, welcome home! Oh, your friend is injured? Xiao Bai, come and help out!"

The politeness and enthusiasm left Yan Mengqing somewhat at a loss.

It wasn’t until they were in the lift and reached the Jingge floor that the flurry of service staff and a dedicated butler completely overwhelmed her.

"Your long-term rental for a foothold... is a presidential suite?!!!"

Since knowing him, this was the first time she had raised her voice so high.

Su Huai didn’t want to put on this air of benevolence, but Chen Nuanhan couldn’t stop teasing her with a grin: "Your male god has slightly high standards for the quality of life. How does it feel—doesn’t it seem a bit like you?"

Is this a compliment or an insult?

Yan Mengqing couldn’t tell the difference, and she hardly even heard it.

She bounced into the room, taking in the recently renovated luxurious surroundings, her heart in turmoil.

Now, she was in a phase where she was cautiously reaching out, observing and getting a feel for real society.

She knew the world was vast and wonderful, knew that true tycoons could effortlessly spend on sports cars, yachts, and private jets, and knew that not all big brothers driving luxury cars and wearing fancy watches were necessarily that capable...

In short, she knew a lot, but it was all like seeing flowers through the fog—watching from a distance without any truly real sensation.

But today was different. Today, one door opened wide for her, allowing her to see the scenery behind it.

I’m actually going to live in a presidential suite?

And it’s not for just one day, not two days, not three... but at least seven days!

Even now, Yan Mengqing still felt somewhat dreamy and could hardly believe it.

This feeling was somewhat akin to a boy’s first venture into the ambiguous neon lights of a high-end massage parlor, his heart racing with apprehension yet filled with anticipation, only to be struck speechless by the lineup of girls in black silk uniforms...

Without exaggeration, as many boys dream of stepping into a premium foot massage parlor starting at 1688 yuan per hour to experience the tenderness of top-notch girls, just as many girls dream of getting to stay in a presidential suite one day.

The difficulty of these dreams isn’t equal, and both boys and girls are reluctant to spend that much money, but it’s often easier for girls’ dreams to come true.