Reborn with Consumption System-Chapter 390 - 194 My Home Cost 120,000 in One Night_2
However, no one showed off to Han Lie.
People often came to toast, but Han Lie drank whatever he wanted, as much as he wanted.
It was precisely because of the contrast they provided that Han Lie’s distinction became evident—he was on a different level.
Likewise, it was precisely because Han Lie’s value had been affirmed that Wanwan and Seventeen could throw themselves into the competition so freely.
However, Si Yu was also a contender.
The two girls could see Han Lie’s partiality towards Si Yu, so they always harbored a competitive spirit.
Having a rival versus not having one—they’re completely different situations.
Seeing Han Lie’s resolute attitude and Si Yu’s ever-present threat, Wanwan and Seventeen exchanged glances, and the idea of collaboration temporarily overtook their rivalry.
After all, we can’t let the duck that’s half-cooked fly away, can we? Let’s deal with the immediate issue first; other matters can wait!
So the two girls nodded, stood up, and began gathering their things.
"Let’s go then, I am actually a bit hungry..."
Si Yu’s eyes widened in shock as she watched Han Lie leave with a girl under each arm, her fingernails digging deep into her palm.
I... You... What just happened?!
She couldn’t understand why Han Lie, who was giving her such tender looks just a moment ago, had decisively left in the next moment, taking with him those two nightclub girls who obviously didn’t seem very respectable.
So, it was all fake?!
The young girl began to doubt her life completely, feeling at a loss, as if everyone around was looking at her, every gaze heavy with mockery, jeering, and scorn.
Of course, it wasn’t that serious in reality; it was just that the blow she received was too great, leading her to overthink involuntarily.
Huo Xiaoyu and Zhao Shengnan were having a great time and didn’t pay much attention to Si Yu.
But since Han Lie’s departure created such a commotion, with everyone standing up to see him off, Huo Xiaoyu certainly noticed her good friend’s distress.
"Don’t think too much!" Huo Xiaoyu wrapped an arm around her best friend’s shoulder, slightly drunk, and loudly consoled her.
"There are so many beauties pining for our boss; where do you rank among them? Be happy you got a chance to experience it, but never take it seriously. Don’t get yourself hurt over it!"
The words weren’t very kind.
The half-drunk Huo Xiaoyu revealed a bit of her true feelings—her jealousy towards Si Yu outweighed their friendship. She enjoyed showing Si Yu the ropes but didn’t want Si Yu to do better than herself.
It has always been like this between women.
Si Yu could understand and had always been aware of it, but at this particular moment, her defenses finally broke.
"What do you mean?!" Si Yu’s brows furrowed in indignation, her chest heaving with grievance.
Huo Xiaoyu felt a perverse satisfaction, the alcohol fueling a reckless urge to lash out.
She held on tightly to Si Yu’s neck and shouted, "What’s the use of yelling at me? If you’ve got the guts, go chase after him! If you’ve got what it takes, win over our boss! If you can, get him to buy you a car, a house, and find a good job for you!
"You won’t listen to good advice, so why don’t you go for it?
"You always think you’re so amazing, don’t you? Go handle Han Lie then!
"Yelling at me? When Han Lie marries someone else, it will still be me by your side!"
Si Yu was stupefied by the scolding.
But instead of lashing out with her emotions, she sat back down, curled up on the sofa, deep in thought.
Suddenly, she remembered what Han Lie had said—in the circle of wealthy heirs, there’s no sentimentality or the love you desire; it’s all passion, fleeting in a moment.
Initially, she did not understand or believe it; now, she started to grasp some of the truth.
Han Lie left with Wanwan and Seventeen and hailed a cab.
He took the front passenger seat, and the two girls sat in the back, arms linked.
"Where do you two want to stay? You can pick any presidential suite in Magic Capital."
With just that sentence, both girls’ eyes lit up.
At their age, vanity was an uncontrollable weakness.
Five years later, they might become more realistic and profound, but now they were just a pair of college students who hadn’t experienced much of the world.
Opening their eyes, having fun, and feeling the passion—those were their most genuine needs.
"Really? We can choose anywhere?" Wanwan was so surprised that she asked a foolish question.
Seventeen was relatively more composed and took the initiative to suggest a place, "The Ritz-Carlton!"
Han Lie did not respond but turned to instruct the driver, "Master, to the Pudong Ritz-Carlton."
The driver started the car in response.
Han Lie then took out his phone and dialed the ambassador’s number.
"Check if the Ritz-Carlton has any presidential suites available. If they do, book one for two nights. If not, find me a solution."
Wanwan and Seventeen held their breath in anticipation, waiting excitedly for the response.
Although they didn’t know who was on the other end of the line, Han Lie’s attitude left them astounded. That commanding tone, the dominance in demanding a "solution," was something they had never experienced.
Was this the true aura of a top-tier second-generation heir? We absolutely love it!
In less than two minutes, the ambassador responded, "Mr. Han, the presidential suite has been booked, but the Carlton Suite on the 51st floor has just become available for two and a half days. There’s a new reservation starting the day after the day after tomorrow."
"Then book it for three days."
Han Lie had switched to speakerphone, and the two girls in the backseat cheered.
But the surprises weren’t over yet, as the ambassador replied respectfully, "You only need to pay for two nights’ stay, and I will handle the matter of extending the checkout for you. You can end your stay before 4 p.m. the day after the day after tomorrow. Are you satisfied with that?"
"Very good, thank you."
"When will you arrive? I will have them prepare in advance."
"Soon. Don’t go to too much trouble. That will be all."
Han Lie promptly hung up the phone and turned around to see the two girls’ faces flushed with excitement.
You guys... really? Han Lie couldn’t help but laugh.
Wanwan replied with conviction, "Why not? It’s the Ritz-Carlton! I’ve yearned for this for so long, but I’ve only ever managed to go for afternoon tea with some wealthy guys..."
"You’re too straightforward..." Han Lie even felt a bit out of touch. Are this generation’s beauties really this bold?
The distance was indeed short, so they arrived at their destination after a brief conversation.
The moment they got out of the car, their excitement peaked again.
Although the call had been brief, the coordination between the ambassador and the hotel was extremely smooth.
The lobby manager had clearly received Han Lie’s information in advance and was waiting at the door to offer a warm welcome.
"Distinguished guests, The Ritz-Carlton warmly welcomes your arrival. We have prepared personalized and esteemed service for you. Your butler has prepared everything. Shall we go upstairs now?"
The elevator was waiting on the first floor with an attendant.
Both girls were stunned; the service for top-tier suites was obviously worlds apart from ordinary accommodations.
The Ritz-Carlton’s elevator was super fast. It took less than 20 seconds to reach the 51st floor from the ground floor.
As they stepped out, the suite butler welcomed them with a bow, accompanied by four attendants.
"Sir, Ladies, welcome home!"
Wanwan and Seventeen were overwhelmed. The grand reception was immense. Please forgive us for being such newbies...
In the following ten minutes, they felt as if they were floating, dazed and confused, until only the three of them were left in the room. Even then, only one figure echoed in their minds—
My home... 120,000 a night!
